Monday, June 30, 2014

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Author: Rebecca York
Release Date: July 1, 2014
Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca
Genre: Romantic Suspense


There is a spy in S&D systems who is leaking top-secret information that could lead to extreme disaster. It's up to Shane Gallagher to uncover the mole and set things right.

Systems analyst Elena Reyes had no intention of stealing company secrets until her brother's life was threatened by the cruelest of mobsters. When Elena finally confesses her deeds to Shane, he's ready to do everything he can to keep her out of danger. But will Shane's help be enough to protect them, or will his good intentions leave them all for dead?


Elena had never thought about seducIng a man. She wasn’t even sure of her moves. But she knew that Shane wanted her, even if he wasn’t prepared to admit it. She also knew he felt protective of her, which was probably part of the conflict he must be feeling.

Before he could come up with another objection, she cupped the back of his head with her hands and brought his face down as she raised her own head toward him.

She hadn’t been sure what would happen. Or perhaps she’d been afraid that he’d wrench himself away from her. But the danger must have affected his emotions as well as her own. When their lips met, it was as though someone had tossed a match into a pile of gasoline- soaked kindling. Invisible flames rose as heat flared between them.

She heard him growl her name and felt him gather her closer as he kissed her with purpose, running his hands up and down her back.

The heat coming off him made her dizzy. She should be afraid, but she kept kissing him, letting him feel all the passion that she’d held inside herself for so long.

Opening her lips, she invited him to explore her mouth, then did the same with him, absorbing his taste and the way the mouth-to-mouth contact sent shock waves to every part of her body. 

“You know that you’re playing with fire?” he asked. 

“I know what I want.”

“Then take off your clothes.”

Again, a dose of reality. Was she ready to get undressed in front of him? Or was she going to back away—the way he hoped she would.

She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of scaring her off. Not because she was trying to score any points, but because what she wanted hadn’t changed, even if he was trying to make her take a step back.

She did step back, but only a few feet. She kept her gaze on him as she reached for the hem of the T-shirt and pulled it over her head, then let it drop on the floor so that she stood before him naked to the waist…

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Rebecca York’s writing has been compared to that of Dick Francis, Sherrilyn Kenyon, and Maggie Shayne. Her award-winning books have been translated into twenty-two languages and optioned for film. A recipient of the RWA Centennial Award, she lives in Maryland near Washington, DC, which is often the setting of her romantic suspense novels.

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Two Week Seduction

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TITLE – Two Week Seduction
AUTHOR – Kathy Lyons (aka: Jade Lee)
GENRE – Fun, Hot Contemporary Romance
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 188
COVER ARTIST – Hot Damn Designs
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She’s going to break all of his rules...

Tech Sergeant John O’Donnell was never fond of his hometown. Too many reminders of poverty, his rocky family life, and the girl he was never allowed to have. Now he has exactly two weeks to sort out his mother’s finances before he heads back overseas. Two weeks that he’s determined to spend as far from his best friend’s little sister as possible.

Alea Heling has a naughty streak a mile wide. Sweet and simple? Boring. She’s been craving a bad boy like John since their wild days together in high school, and this time, she’s not taking no for an answer. But with every panty-meltingly hot encounter, Alea forgets one hard, cold reality—this soldier won’t let a fortnight turn into forever...and forever might be exactly what they both need.


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“Thank you for your help,” he said. His voice was rusty, but clear enough.She gasped in mock shock. “He speaks! Five words and it wasn’t rude!”Against his will, his lips twitched. She always could make him smile when he least wanted to.She leaned forward, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. Lets try something else. I know its dangerous—I mean, your head might explode or something—but I say we risk it. Give me a compliment.”

“Fishing?” he drawled.

She tsked. “That wasn’t a compliment. You’re supposed to say something nice. About me.”

He didn’t answer. Mostly because he was thinking of all the things he wanted to say. That her skin looked soft and her eyes were a changeable hazel that always kept him guessing. That her tits were round and full, just begging to be nipped. That she was small compared to his 6'3" frame, but she had legs long enough to wrap around his waist as he buried himself inside her. And that red hair, a bright red flash of color on her perfect body, was a scream of danger he lusted after.

While those thoughts spun through his mind, her expression soured. With a sigh, she grabbed his empty beer bottle and held it before his eyes. “Say something nice to me and I’ll get you another beer.”

She shook the bottle a little to grab his attention. It didn’t work. He was too busy watching how the breeze pressed her blouse flat against her chest. Her bra had lace, which meant texture, and he wondered what sound she’d make if he tugged it back and forth against her nipples.

“John–-”Thats a nice b-blouse. Damn it, hed almost said bra.Her mouth flattened with a sigh. I thought youd like it.Alea leaned forward as she pushed to her feet. A curl of brown hair tumbled forward, pushing past the tiny gold hoop in her ear to dangle right before him. Without thinking, he grabbed the lock, winding it around his fingers. It wasn’t even long enough to pull into his fist. But it was close enough to hold her still. Her eyes widened in surprise and her mouth—those plump, pink lips—formed a perfect O.

God, he’d been gone so long. And she was so much of a woman now.John?”He wanted to say something, but he hadnt the words. Just a thick want. He took a breath, trying to clear his head, but all he tasted on the air was her. A citrus scent, so appropriate to Florida and so missed when he was in Afghanistan. But there was another scent on top. The taste of woman, hot and spicy despite her demure yellow shirt.

He should let her go, but his fingers just wouldn’t cooperate. He tightened his hold. And when her hair started to slip through his grip, he pushed forward in his chair. He deserved one taste. He sacrificed so his country would be safe. One kiss was nothing when stacked up against that.

But if he was going to take her mouth—and he damn sure was—then he was going to take something else too...
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KATHY LYONS writes light, funny, sexy stories for Harlequin Blaze. She loves the faster pace of category books and that her humor can shine through.

She leaves the dark, tortured love stories to her alter ego, Jade Lee.

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Saturday, June 28, 2014

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TITLE – SEAL of My Heart
SERIES – SEAL Brotherhood #7
AUTHOR – Sharon Hamilton
GENRE – Military Romance, Romantic Suspense
PUBLICATION DATE – July 10, 2014
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – Full length novel
PUBLISHER – Create Space
COVER ARTIST – Kendra Egert


Kate Morgan is engaged to the most eligible bachelor in Sonoma County, the son of a wealthy wine family in Healdsburg, California. On a flight to visit her sister in Portland she is seated next to a young hard-bodied elite soldier who ignites her insides in a strange attraction she cannot deny.

Navy SEAL Tyler Gray plans to spend a weekend home before deploying to North Africa with the rest of his SEAL Team 3. But the conversation with Kate has him rethinking his future.

The encounter has both of them feeling fate has stepped into their lives and altered their course. Unable to just say goodbye as lovers, they agree to carry on a correspondence. Kate becomes the girl Tyler wants to come home to while she is pressured by her family to reconsider her broken marriage plans.

Family secrets are revealed from the past regarding a young Marine and Kate’s mother which brings both heartache and a sense of clarity as old loves are unearthed. From the grave, a Marine’s love letters from the past affect the new love between Kate and Tyler in the present. And when Kate’s life is endangered, will Tyler be the man to save her without sacrificing his own?

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Friday couldn't come fast enough for Tyler. He boarded the plane from San Diego and in just under two hours touched down at Schulz International Airport. Kate ran to him as soon as he entered the small terminal. He dropped his bag and accepted her body slam willingly.
His heart was overjoyed. He’d been heavy with worry she’d call him and postpone their get together, and he’d have to go out of country without being with her one more time.
Her lips were urgent. She clung to him with fierce need, which was just about the biggest turn-on and something he hadn't dared to dream was possible. He felt her need match and melt into his as the steamy sparks flew and his hands smoothed over her satin skin. Her sweet softness and fresh scent given up to him so willingly, so utterly compliant made him wish somehow his deployment was over, that this was the homecoming he’d get when he could finally stay for more than just two nights.
Two little nights! It’s all they had left. He wanted to see everything about where she grew up, meet her folks. Even take a good look at her asshole of a former fiancé and let him know that he was the man he’d have to answer to if the guy had any designs on her. Of course, he was all in. And, thank the God of SEALs, it looked like she wanted him right there next to her as tight as they could get.
“Baby it was way too long. We should just go runaway,” he kissed into her hair at the side of her head. “We could disappear. Wanna disappear?”
That little giggle as she snuggled under his chin, as her arms came up his back, pulling him into her. Her fingers migrated to comb through the curls at the top of his spine, stroking and squeezing. Her hard pubic bone rode his shaft through his jeans. He pressed her there, hurting with need, and then just hurting.
“If you weren’t the man I know you to be, Tyler, I’d take you up on it. God I wish I had a few million stashed away somewhere so we could just do that. But we have this.” She stood on tiptoes and placed her succulent lips across his.
“And this is pretty damned good, baby.”
“The best.”
With one arm wrapped tight about her waist he practically carried her through the glass doors of the terminal to the parking lot beyond, slinging his bag over his left shoulder. Her feet barely touched the floor. She hung onto his shoulders, using her right thigh to gently balance against his hipbone as he walked. She wasn’t light, but he’d carry her all the way to San Francisco if she’d let him. And heck, he and his buddies had carried telephone poles up and down the goddamned beach in a full run in combat boots without hardly breaking a sweat.
She’d started to get out her keys and he swiped them from her, giving her another kiss when she showed that fresh smile again. He stowed his bag in the hatch and they drove toward the freeway, heading north.
He found the little town of Healdsburg to be charming, reminding him of some of the villages in the South of France, or New England where shops surrounded a lawn square complete with a gazebo and park benches. The square was a gathering place, and he noted the foot traffic was so thick, maneuvering the car to make a right turn as she had instructed, was tricky.
They drove down a wide street with grand houses, most of them early California or large bungalow style. At a light green mansion, she ordered him to turn right and pointed around the corner to the back of the property, where he located a lemon yellow cottage.
“Nice, Kate. Love it.”
“Thank you.” She said bashfully. He could see she was thinking about what they’d be doing just as soon as he got them properly naked. He liked that she was shy, that her cheeks had that just-kissed blush on her fair peachy skin. She stole little glances at him which set his insides on fire. He’d never wanted a woman more.
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Sharon’s award-winning almost-erotic Navy SEAL stories of the SEAL Brotherhood, have consistently made best sellers lists and review sites. Her characters follow a spicy road to redemption through passion and true love. Her SEAL Brotherhood Series continues with books 5, 6 and 7 all releasing this year, as well as audio versions currently completed for the first four of the series. She has been an Amazon top 100 author in Romantic Suspense since last fall.

Her Golden Vampires of Tuscany are not like any vamps you’ve read before, since they don’t have to go to ground and can walk around in the full light of the sun. Honeymoon Bite, Book 1 of the Golden Vampires of Tuscany Series was recently named the #1 Gothic Romance by Amazon. It is now available on Audible.

Her Guardian Angels struggle with the human charges they are sent to save, often escaping their vanilla world of Heaven for the brief human one. You won’t find any of these beings in any Sunday school class.

She lives in Sonoma County, California with her husband, and two Dobermans. A lifelong organic gardener, when she’s not writing, she’s getting vera vera dirty in the mud, or wandering Farmer’s Markets looking for new Heirloom varieties of vegetables and flowers..

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Tuesday, June 24, 2014

fake It

Jennifer Chance is back with another novel that'll keep you hooked.
Anna Richardson meets the baddest (and sexiest) of bad boys in FAKE IT, the second novel in Jennifer Chance's sizzling Rule Breakers series, out on July 1, 2014 from Random House. This one is not to be missed, especially if you're looking for a bad boy fix!

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About FAKE IT:
As her sizzling new series continues, Jennifer Chance sparks some serious combustion between a sexy biker and a corporate go-getter who’s ready to let her hair down.

New grad Anna Richardson works hard—so hard that she’s given up having a romantic life. Anna has even convinced her friends that she’s dating an amazing guy—who they’ve simply never met. But now Anna has a wedding to attend and needs to produce the hottie she’s been lying about for the past six months. Enter Jake Flynn, her infuriating, motorcycle-riding, jaw-droppingly gorgeous neighbor, who’s more than willing to fake it for a weekend. In fact, Jake won’t be satisfied until things get real.

Though Jake is only playing the role of adoring boyfriend, he’s starting to feel the heat, and judging by Anna’s sweet blush, so is she. Letting chemistry this intense go to waste would be a real shame. Soon, though, the thin line between fantasy and reality fades. Jake may not be what every buttoned-up fast-tracker wants, but he’s sure as hell what Anna needs. And if she takes a ride with him, their adventure never has to end.

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“Jake,” Anna heard herself say, except she didn’t recognize the voice as she swayed in Jake’s arms. It sounded throatier than hers. Sexier. She liked the sound of this new Anna, and she liked that Jake did, too, as he drew her closer and dropped his hands to the small of her back, his fingers just riding the curve of her hips.
“Anna,” he said, his mouth curving into a smile. She blinked and realized that she’d been staring at his lips. When she lifted her gaze to his, though, she didn’t know what she would do with the intensity of emotions bared there. Was she actually seeing this correctly? Was he truly interested in her body? The concept was ... completely foreign to her. She’d had men appreciate her sense of humor, her ability to hang out. She’d had men even comment on how smart she was, how insightful. But nobody wanted her for her body—she wasn’t thin, she wasn’t buff. She had a few too many curves to fit into any current style of clothing in stores. And yet there was no denying Jack’s physical interest, and her own sensual response. Could it really be that easy?
She tried again. “Jake, I would like that. For you ... for us, to make ... I mean, not to make love, that’s overstating. I mean, I barely know you, and—ah!”
Jake had taken the opportunity while she was trying to construct intelligent sentences to lean back while keeping his hold on her lower waist. The movement put the hardest part of his body in intimate contact with the neediest part of hers, and Anna felt her mouth fall open, her breath caught in her throat.
“I don’t think you need to explain yourself any more, Anna,” Jake said, his voice now deeper as well. “In fact, the more you keep talking, the more I think we should lose the beach house and just check into a hotel now, before anyone or anything—”
“Hey! There you are!”
Jolted out of Jake’s hypnotic spell, Anna half-whirled in his arms to see Kristen trooping down the beach toward them, leading a crew of a half-dozen people from the house. She recognized about a third of them, but the guy second in line behind Kristen made her heart shrivel up into a tight little ball.
“You okay, Anna?” Jake’s words were low, but there was no mistaking the sudden intensity in his voice. “Is this the guy?”
“Yep,” Anna said. She stood a little straighter and moved away from Jake, still close, but not hanging on to him. She didn’t want to be hanging on to anyone when she dealt with Todd. She felt the sun beating down on her, trying to melt her into the sand. But she kept her smile bright and wide. “Hey there!” she called back. “I can’t believe how long it’s been since I’ve seen some of you guys!”
“See?” Kristen said triumphantly. “I told you she’d arrived with her mystery man. Everyone, meet Jake. Jake, everyone. You’ll never remember all of the names, but at least we can make the attempt.” She waggled a finger at him. “Don’t you dare be as antisocial as Anna usually is.”
“Jake?” Todd stepped forward and stuck out his hand, which Jake took easily, not even trying to crush the guy’s hand, even though Anna would have been completely okay with it if he had. “Todd Moreland. I thought Anna said your name was Dave.”

Also in the Rule Breakers series: ROCK IT by Jennifer Chance!

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Jennifer Chance is the award-winning author of the new adult Rule Breakers series. A lover of books, romance, and happily-ever-afters, she lives and writes in Ohio.

Monday, June 23, 2014

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Twyla Taylor is one frustrated cowgirl. She's not winning at barrel racing or in love. She's spent ten years nursing a crush on her brother's best friend, Ryan Easter, who thinks of her as no more than his little sister. When Twyla catches Ryan with yet another no-good buckle bunny, and calls him out, he tells her to get a life, and that is exactly what she decides to do. One that does not include a buckle-bunny-chasing cowboy with a bad attitude, or an overbearing older brother.

Ryan Easter is one frustrated cowboy. He's winning every night at bronc riding, and has a different woman in every city. Mostly so he can keep his best friend's fiery little sister, and his desire for her, at bay. Since she grew those proud little breasts of hers, and mile-long legs, Ryan has had to fight his attraction to her. If her brother knew what he was thinking, he would kill Ryan, if her daddy didn't first. Ryan valued the surrogate family the Taylor's provided him with too much to ever go there with their youngest member.

His diversion techniques work like a charm, until one night he pushes her too far, and Twyla takes off. Ryan knows he has to find her quickly and apologize, or face his best friend's wrath. He finds Twyla in Dallas and decides she's definitely gone cowgirl crazy. He barely recognizes her, because his barrel-racing tomboy is wearing makeup that looks like it was put on with a putty knife and she's working at a bar which borders on a cowgirl strip club. When she isn't serving shots off of her stomach, she's shaking her round ass for any man with a dollar to shove into the waistband of her barely-there shorts.

Twyla refuses to leave with him, and Ryan knows he better make his final arrangements, or come up with another way to convince her and fast.

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About Becky Mcgraw

Becky McGraw is a married mother of three adult children, and a Southern girl by birth and the grace of God, ya'll. She resides in South Texas with her husband and dog Abby.

A jack of many trades in her life, Becky has been an optician, a beautician, a legal secretary, a senior project manager for an aviation management consulting firm, which took her all over the United States, a real estate broker, and now a graphic artist, web designer and writer.  She knows just enough about a variety of topics to make her dangerous, and her romance novels interesting and varied. Being a graphic artist is a good thing for her too, because she creates her own cover art, along with writing the novels.

Becky has been an avid reader of romance novels since she was a teenager, and has been known to read up to four novels of that genre a week, much to the dismay of her husband, and the delight of e-book sellers.

She has been writing fictional short stories and novels for fun, as well as technical copy for her jobs for many years. She was a member of the Writer's Guild on AOL, as well as a founding member and treasurer of the first online chapter of the Romance Writers of America, From the Heart Romance Writers. Currently, she is a PAN member of RWA and a general member of FTHRW.

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TITLE – The Vow
SERIES – The Lady Quill Chronicles
AUTHOR – D.D. Chant
GENRE – Historical Fiction
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 107,500
PUBLISHER – Self Published

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Dear Reader,
My next story begins with Valrek, where Lord Rafe and Lady Adele’s arrival was cause for much celebration and rejoicing.
However, Finan of Gourney, Rafe’s foster brother and the captain of Valrek’s army, could not help a lingering feeling of worry.
Were Rafe and Adele truly safe from Lord Kyule’s hate?
As Finan fights the shadows in his past, he must face the added problem of Lady Esme, Rafe’s sister. Used to keeping his distance from the ladies of Valrek, circumstance forces him to bear Lady Esme constant company.
As danger and treachery envelops them both, Finan and Esme find themselves drawn together to fight for their loved ones.
What secrets will they unearth in their search for the truth?
Will they find their stories to be more closely linked than either of them ever knew?
Allow me please to answer these questions.
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Finan lay perfectly still on the bed and listened to the wood crackling and spitting in the fire. Esme was seated beside the flames, her head bent over her task. Finan had been ignoring her for so long that he had given himself a headache.
Why couldn’t she just leave him in peace?
She sat completely unconcerned and carefully set feathers to the wooden shaft of arrow after arrow. He was thankful at least that she was accomplishing some task more useful than garish embroidery.
The sound of the spiting flames made him restless. Every pop caused him to tense and the acrid smell of smoke brought a gagging sensation to his throat. He wondered vaguely if he would ever be able to sit beside a fire and simply enjoy its warmth ever again. Would the nightmares continue to plague him?
He shuddered involuntarily remembering the fear for Rafe’s safety and the overall impression that something was wrong. He had tried to ignore the memories, pushing them to the edges of his mind, but they refused to be quelled.
Finally he had faced the fear and realised that the consequences of the night he was injured were far from over. He thought back to the fiery room, closing his eyes and forcing himself to relive every horrible detail.
There could be no denying the truth; the fire had not been an accident.
Even that night, with worry for Rafe taking up almost every thought, he had seen the truth. There had been no trailing flames from the fire, they had be concentrated around Rafe’s bed in a very suspicious manner. The furniture in the room had been moved to block in the bed, as though someone had been trying to make sure that even if Rafe did wake, he would not be able to escape.
Who within Valrek’s wall would lift their hand against their master?
It was not possible that an enemy had breached Valrek’s defences, he would stake his life on his men’s conscientiousness. Nothing passed through Valrek’s wall without detection, not so much as a mouse.
Was it possible that it had been Rafe that, through his own carelessness, had started the fire?
He had been the worse for wear, having imbibed more freely than was his custom of the mead served at the feast. Finan shook his head, he couldn’t believe it. Rafe was far too competent a soldier to make such a mistake, however drunk he might have been. Years of admonitions drilled care within a soldier when it came to dealing with fire.
That meant it had been deliberate. As unthinkable as it was, someone with Valrek’s wall wanted Rafe dead.
“What is it?”
Esme’s voice held a slightly exasperated note and Finan pretended sleep. He had no wish to speak to her, in fact he was fast coming to the conclusion that she was the most irritating of her sex. Had he been in a more generous frame of mind he would have realised that he knew several far more unpleasant woman. However Finan was feeling out of charity with the world in general and Esme most especially.
“I know you are awake, Finan, is there anything you require?”
Finan gritted his teeth against the retort that sprang to his lips and forced himself to remain calm. He was an easy tempered man usually, but the constant pain had shredded his tolerance completely. However losing his temper had not helped him so far and it galled him to let Esme know how badly she affected his equilibrium.
“I need nothing, my lady.”
Cool fingers touched his brow and he opened his eyes to find her beside him. A worried frown touched her face and her lips formed the thoughtful pout that was becoming so familiar. It was an endearing habit he remembered from her childhood, but it irritated him horribly now.
More worrying was the fact that he hadn’t heard her move. A man that prided himself on his ability to hear even the stealthiest of approaches and he had not been aware. He blamed lady Esme’s addiction to the manly pursuit of hunting for the silence with which she moved.
“You do not seem fevered,” she mused aloud, transferring her hand from his brow to his cheek and then to his neck. Finan felt and uncomfortable churning in his stomach, as though Brute had almost succeeded in unseating him.
“I am well enough, you need not concern yourself with me.”
Esme grinned.
“What an odd sort of healer I would be if I did not concern myself with my patients comfort.” She smoothed the hair back from his brow. “What troubles you, Finan?”
For the first time Finan noticed the dark circles around her eyes and the tired stiffness pervading her body.
Had she slept at all last night?
He had very little recollection of his nights rest, but he clearly remembered hearing her soothing voice each time he had regained some lucidity of thought. An uncomfortable guilt washed over him. Lady Esme had seen to his wounds and tried to make him as comfortable as possible. That he had not wanted her help did not excuse the rudeness of his behaviour.
“Is it Evoric?”
Esme gazed forthrightly in to his eyes, her words as unadorned as Rafe’s always were. The only sign that she was uneasy with her question, was the way her work roughened finger traced the edge of the furs covering the bed.
“Why do you ask that?”
“You spoke of him last night when you were feverish.”
“I did?”
Panic raced through his veins. What had he said? Worse, what unmanly feelings had he betrayed?
“You still miss him as violently as though his death had occurred just yesterday, do you not?”
“He was my brother.”
“He was my brother too.”
“Tis not the same.”
Esme gazed at him unwaveringly for a few moments, chewing her bottom lip.
“Perhaps that is so, but it does not change the fact that I love and miss him as well.”
Finan did not answer her, his heart had begun to thump uncomfortably in his chest. He did not wish to talk of Evoric, to remember his pain.
It was still too raw, over the years he had managed to bury his memories so deep he could almost believe on occasion that he had rid himself of them completely. Concealing his hurt from the world gave him some relief. Yet ever since Rand had re-entered their lives, forcing them to revisit old wounds, the protective wall he had built had begun to crumble.
After last night it lay in ruins about him, freeing his agony to consume him once more. The years that had passed had not provided him with any more defences against its onslaught than he had possessed in youth. He worried had no strength to pull himself from the mire of his despair a second time.
It had been years since he had dreamed of Evoric. Years of precarious, uneasy peace that he had grown accustom to, that had been his salvation as a boy. Now it was gone and Esme was prodding the festering wound it had exposed.
“Finan, will you not tell me? Perhaps I can help?”
“Why? Why should I tell you? Why should I rip my soul apart just so that your curiosity can be appeased?” demanded Finan, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “Who wants you to understand? Who wants your help?”
As he spoke, he stood, advancing on her slowly. Apprehension danced in her eyes but she remained defiant, her eyes never breaking contact with his. Every step she retreated before him was diffident, until he had her backed against the wall.
“Why must you always seek to interfere in my affairs? You have no right and you are greatly mistaken if you suppose I welcome your meddling.”
Esme lifted a hand and carefully placed it against a healthy and undamaged patch of skin on his chest. He looked down, surprised at her touch and the firmness with which she pushed him back a step. For a long while they looked at each other in silence, her large eyes filled with compassion. It shook him, for he had expected, wanted, to scare her, hoping she would run from him as she had once before.
“I only wish for you to heal, Finan. Evoric would not want you to be alone and filled with misery and sadness any longer. I cannot watch you despair and suffer like this. Your grief is a poison spreading through you, an agony you bear in silence. You must learn to let it go.”
“How am I to let it go? Must I forget Evoric? Would you be able to let go if you were to lose Rafe?”
An inflection of pain crossed her features but he steeled himself against the regret burning through his veins.
“I would hope there would be a friend with whom I could share my sadness, someone who would comfort me.”
“Am I to gather that you wish to be such a person to me?” taunted Finan coldly.
Anger simmered in her eyes but she refused to be bated.
“I think that Rafe or Leofric would be more suitable friends to choose. You can at least bear their company.”
Her bracing words were free from accusation but for some reason he still felt as though he’d been slapped.

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Hi everyone!
My name is Dee Dee, I’m twenty seven and I live in a beautiful part of Devon, England, with my family. I have a younger sister, Amy, who is a brilliant guitar player, some chickens, duck, geese, pheasants, a cat (that adopted us when we moved in!!!) dogs and some Koi.
The Lady Quill Chronicles is one of three series that I'm in the middle of writing. I have a post apocalyptic series (the Broken City series, I released the 2nd book in February of this year) and a dystopian series (The Chronicles of Discord). I also have a series of humorous shorts, the Claire series.
I really hope you enjoy reading my books as much as I enjoy writing them.
I love reading and have a kindle: I'll read almost anything with adventure and romance in it! I also like to cook and wear impractical high heels!!! And as you might have noticed I have a horrible addiction to exclamation marks!!!



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TITLE – Restoring Lady Anna
SERIES – Eversley Siblings Series
AUTHOR – Em Taylor
GENRE – Historical Regency Romance
LENGTH – 55,000
COVER ARTIST – Veronica Fernandez

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When Lord James Eversley is accused of a murder he did not commit, he dresses up as his new brother-in-law’s footman and hitches a ride in their carriage out of town. When it seems they are no longer being followed he begins to relax until a minor accident causes them to stop at a shabby looking inn. As his “master” and his sister sip tea in the scruffy parlour, James comes face to face with Lady Anna, the woman who left him in the dead of night five years before and a familiar looking child.

Lady Anna has accepted her life as Mrs Johnstone, mother of four-year-old Viola, “wife” of Peter, the mentally ill former footman and land lady of a shabby inn on the Great North Road. Her plans for a love match with the handsome Lord Eversley were cruelly snatched away from her five years before. Her ruination means there is no opportunity to return to her family or the ton. When James turns up, dressed as a footman and demanding answers, Anna must decide whether to tell the truth.

James never stopped loving Anna and now he must learn what happened that fateful night that Anna left him heartbroken. With the truth out in the open, he must convince the love of his life to take a chance on him. He wants to marry her and restore her reputation among the aristocracy. But in Regency England reputations are easily lost and difficult to regain. Can Anna trust James enough to do what is right for Peter, despite his actions, her child and most importantly himself? Can James convince Anna to seek the help that Peter needs and return to the ton?





“Why did you leave?” he asked.
“I...I... did not have a choice.”
“Were you in love with him?”
“No.” She should lie. She knew she should, but his light blue eyes seemed to bore holes into her very soul and she could not bear to hurt him further. She could not bear to have him think badly of her.
“Then I do not understand why you left. Was it... was... God dammit.” He took a large gulp of his ale and looked around before leaning close. “Was it the bedding? I know you were an innocent and it must have hurt but...”
“No.” She shook her head fervently. Could he really believe that the best night of her life had driven her from him? “That night... it was very special. You were wonderful and kind and caring. I could not have asked for a better lover the first time.”
Relief washed over his countenance before he frowned. “Then why?”
Should she tell him? Could she? “It is too complicated to explain, except to say that it was not my choice and it was not your fault.”
He pushed his long fingers through his blond curls and stared into his ale. “Is he—the footman—still alive?”
“Yes.” He looked into her eyes—the hope that had shone there moments before was gone.
“So you are married.”
“We never married.”
“You live in sin?”
“Yes. I refused to marry him—not even to give my daughter a name. I tell people I am Mrs Johnstone, but there are no legal documents and no marriage. Therefore, you can return to the ton, my lord, and tell them that Lady Anna Kingsley is a whore and has a bastard child.”
Now perhaps he would leave her alone to her miserable life and find someone who would make a proper countess when his father died. She swallowed hard, forcing back the tears. Willed herself to stay strong. She only had to stay strong until the damned ostlers could help Lord Ramsey’s horse.
“Shh! I will be returning to the ton to tell them no such thing. I wished you would tell me what actually happened, if for no other reason than to assuage my fear that it was something I did or said that drove you away. You said you have a daughter?”
“Yes. Viola. She is a pretty little thing but can be quite precocious when she wants to be. She would have made a beautiful debutante when her time came.”
“Mama. Who is this?” She turned to see Viola standing at her side and realised it had been the child who was tugging at her skirts.

James stared at the little girl standing next to Anna, tugging on the grey wool skirt. Blond hair, blue eyes and rosy cheeks that reminded him of Rebecca when she was small. She even had the little turn up in her nose that was identical to his sister’s. But, it could not be. This child could not be his? They had made love but once—or at least just one night. But he had not withdrawn as he knew he should. He had been too caught up in the moment—in their love. Had Anna fallen with child that one glorious night, how old would a child be? Three? No—four! Was this little girl four? He had no idea how large or small a child should be at the age of four. He did not come into contact with many children.
But he did not have to ask her age. His sight told him that Viola was his as did something else…instinct perhaps?
He schooled his features so they were unreadable. Years of training to be a gentleman, to show no outward emotion, were now paying dividends.
“This is Lord Eversley, a friend of mine.”
“Oh. Pleased to meet you Lord Evasey.” She bobbed a small curtsey, and he noted that she over extended her back leg a bit like the actors did in the theatre at the curtain call. It was very sweet. The child obviously did not meet many members of the aristocracy. Though it was just like Anna to have taught her daughter to act like a lady in preparation for meeting a viscount or even a duke.
“Very pleased to meet you too, Viola.” She smiled dazzlingly at him. It really was like being taken back in time to when Rebecca was a child.
“Mama, he’s awake. I heard him shouting.”
“I see.” She turned to James. “I need to go just now. I have things that must be attended to.” Anna stood and looked like she was about to bob a curtsey but seemed to the think better of it, probably remembering he was supposed to be a footman.
He watched her leave, Viola’s hand in hers. He had sired a daughter and all this time he never knew. He did not need Anna to tell him that Viola was his flesh and blood—he knew it with every fibre of his being. If he said it outright, would Anna lie? Could she lie about something as monumental as him having a child? Not the Anna he once knew. But she was harder now—more resilient. He saw it in her eyes. Even though he had sensed she had been on the edge of tears, he suspected Mrs Anna Johnstone did not cry very often. But he must allow Anna to tell him in her own time. There was a lot more to this than a silly lady having her head turned by a handsome footman.
Was the person who had just woken the footman? Why had Viola looked unhappy when she had to announce the footman was awake? And why was Anna the one working in the taproom?
He would find out, and he would not leave this place until he knew the whole truth and certainly he would not leave without his daughter.


Em was born and brought up in the Central Belt of Scotland and still lives there. She was told as a child she had an over active imagination--as if that is a bad thing. She's traded her dreams of owning her own island, just like George in the Famous Five to hoping to meet her own Mr Darcy one day. But her imagination remains the same.

Unfortunately, Em was put off reading and writing by school and although she rediscovered her love of reading many years ago, she only tried her hand at writing again in 2011. After a year of writing fan fiction, she wrote an original short story for an anthology. This was followed up with two more shorts and 4 novella length books, all published under a pen name. Having fallen in love with a new sub-genre, courtesy of books by Mary Balogh and Lynsay Sands, she decided to try her hand at her new favourite genre for reading--regency.

Having bitten the bullet, she feels she has found her home in the 19th century, and it does give her an excuse to watch Colin Firth in a pair of buff breeches and riding books ad infinitum.

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