Showing posts with label Victorian. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Victorian. Show all posts

Monday, October 16, 2017

The Gentlemen’s Club by Emmanuelle de Maupassant Blitz & Giveaway

The Gentlemen’s Club
by Emmanuelle de Maupassant

Hungry for a dark romance, filled with mystery, intrigue and the forbidden? The Noire series awaits…

Blurb:
Victorian London, 1898
Lord McCaulay falls under the enchantment of Mademoiselle Noire. Humiliated by her before his peers, he's intent on revenge, but is drawn only further into her web, entering a spiral of erotic obsession. Meanwhile, his path intersects that of young aristocrat Maud, as she struggles to assert her identity against the domination of men.

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The next in the series, ‘Italian Sonata’, is a sumptuous Gothic Romance. ‘What dark secrets lie within the castle walls? Madness, abduction, imprisonment... murder? The past does not lie quietly’.

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Friday, July 14, 2017

The Rake's Bride by Lynn Winchester Tour & Giveaway






The Rake’s Bride
Dry Bayou Brides
Book Five
Lynn Winchester

Genre: Historical Western Romance

Publisher: Charizomai Press, LLC

Date of Publication: June 27th

Word Count: 57k

ASIN: B072VVRP1N

Cover Artist: Dar Albert

Tagline: Lies, Fate, Redemption…

Book Description:

Jean-Luc La Fontaine is tired of sowing his wild oats. So, after a disastrous summer in France, he’s back in Dry Bayou, ordering himself a mail-order bride. A new wife will help him forget about the siren with sapphire eyes…

Intelligence, wealth, prestige… It means nothing when you fall in love with the wrong man. So, when scandal chases Isabeau Montefret from France, she runs to America, determined to forget the man with the wicked smile. Isabeau hoped becoming a mail-order bride was the answer to her problems. She’d change her name, start a new life, and lose herself in a small town. When she discovers that the man who disappeared with her heart is the man she agreed to marry, Isabeau settles in for the fight of her life.

When the one woman he’d left France to forget arrives in town, claiming she’s his new bride, Jean-Luc doesn't know what to feel. But when pain gives way to the truth, he must risk keeping a dark secret, one that would steal every chance at happiness. Isabeau once made him believe in happily ever after, now he must learn how to keep his new bride at a distance, lest he lose everything.

Can Jean-Luc be a true husband to the woman he's been deceiving? Can Isabeau convince Jean-Luc she’s his one true love? Will these two rediscover what they had once upon a summertime?


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Luc stared down at her, his jaw muscles working, his nostrils flaring, and the black eyes behind his dark lashes flashing fire.
Isabeau spun and walked toward the desk, trying to put distance between them. Enough distance that she could take a deep breath. The sound of the door closing and lock turning made every hair on her neck stand on end.
She was trapped.
Silence ruled, and the ticking of the clock on the wall only reminded her of each pressing moment.
Finally, he stepped forward. She could feel his heat burning into her back, his very presence thrilling through her blood. Oh, how she missed him. Did he miss her? Hope flared to life within her, but she remembered what Tilly had said: You already know Mr. La Fontaine? Luc La Plume, the man she’d met and fallen in love with one summer in France, was Jean-Luc La Fontaine, the man she was there to marry. A man who had no idea the woman he’d left behind was the same woman he’d agreed to wed.
She swallowed as the truth hit her: he’d left. He’d forgotten about her. And had planned to marry someone else. It didn’t matter that she was that someone else. It only mattered that he hadn’t cared enough to tell her he was done with her.
The trickle of apprehension she felt when she’d first spotted him across the restaurant slowly gave way to the cool head that would serve her much better in this situation.
“Marielle.” Deep and resonant, his voice vibrated through her, and she nearly moaned at the memory of the words that voice had spoken in the warm and fragrant gardens of La Chateau du Montebleu.
Sucking in a deep breath, Isabeau spun on her heel and pinned Luc with her gaze. He cocked an eyebrow, and something she recognized from their summer together blazed in his eyes—but then it was gone. Swallowed up by disdain. Pain took shape in her chest, but she swallowed down the rising ache. Don’t look away, don’t look away. Don’t let him know how much he hurt you.
“Mr. La Fontaine, I see you aren’t dead,” she said in French. She thanked the Lord her voice was stronger than she’d expected. Though, it shouldn’t have been a surprise. She always seemed to find her strength when she was with Luc. All her life, she’d fooled herself into thinking she thrived in the shadows, hidden away from the people and the chatter and the expectations. It’d taken a dashing rake, his astute observations, and his gentle manner and touch to show her she wasn’t thriving along the wall of her life—she was dwindling. Like a rosebush planted in perpetual shade.
With Luc, she’d learned to speak with frankness and face challenges with courage. Challenges like leaving the only home and family she’d known to travel across the ocean and make a new life in a wholly terrifying place.



About the Author:

Lynn Winchester is the pseudonym of a hardworking California-born conservative, now living in the wilds of Northeast Pennsylvania. Lynn has been writing fiction since the 5th grade, and enjoys creating worlds, characters, and stories for her readers.

When Lynn isn't writing she is running a successful editing business, reading whatever she can get her hands on, raising her four children, making sure her husband is happy, and binge watching shows on Netflix.









Wednesday, April 12, 2017

A Study in Scoundrels by Christy Carlye Tour & Giveaway


Can this scoundrel convince a proper lady that he’s actually perfect for her 
or will their adventure leave them both heartbroken? 



A STUDY IN SCOUNDRELS
Romancing the Rules #2
Christy Carlyle
Releasing April 11th, 2017
Avon Impulse



Sophia Ruthven is the epitome of proper behavior. On paper at least, as long as that paper isn’t from one of the lady detective stories she secretly pens. She certainly isn’t interested in associating with the dashing Jasper Grey, the wayward heir to the Earl of Stanhope, and one of the stage’s leading men. But when she learns Grey’s younger sister Liddy has gone missing, she can’t deny her desire to solve the mystery…or her attraction to the incorrigible scoundrel.

Responsibility isn’t something Grey is very familiar with. On the boards and in the bedroom, he lives exactly how he wants to, shunning all the trappings of respectability and society. Grey knows he should avoid the bewitching Sophia, but he’s never been able to say no to what he wants. And having Sophia in his arms and his bed is quickly becoming the thing he wants the most.

As Sophia and Grey’s search for Liddy continues across the English countryside, can this scoundrel convince a proper lady that he’s actually perfect for her or will their adventure leave them both heartbroken? 



Laughter tickled his ears. Weight bore down on his chest, draped over his hips. A soft weight, pliant under his hands. Heated too. Pleasure in his groin twined with pain in his head as the soft, warm weight moved against him.
He blinked, then again. Colors shimmered and blurred. The light was too dim. The room too smoky. Perfume burned his nose, too spicy and pungent.
What was that sound? A moan. A cry.
A rumbling groan reverberated in his own chest.
“Don’t leave me now,” a woman whispered near his ear. “I need release.”
He flexed his fingers, digging into the warm flesh of smooth feminine legs. Slid his hand up, finding the thicket of curls between the woman’s spread thighs.
“Yes, Grey.”
She moved against him, her breath quickening as little moans emerged. She clutched at his shoulder, her other hand on his, showing him how to touch her.
He didn’t require much direction. The role of lover was one he knew by heart. Some said he was skilled on stage, but he never doubted his expertise in the bedroom.
His own body had numbed. Whether from drink or the drugging effect of the smoke rising in whorls above his head, he wasn’t certain. But this, how to touch a woman, how to give pleasure. This he knew intuitively. This was where he excelled.
Heaven knew he’d failed at everything else.
Except acting.
But performing on stage was all a matter of illusion, of lying artfully. Sex and falsehood were his twin aptitudes.
If only he could see the woman clearly and scatter the fog in his mind. He twisted his head on the pillow and noticed a half-empty glass of blue-green liquid glowing in the low gaslight.
“What did I drink?”
A trill of laughter. Red lips. The curve of a grin in a pale face. A waterfall of red hair.
He swirled his fingers in the woman’s curls. She stilled and held her breath. He knew he’d found the key. Gently, masterfully, he touched her with all the art he’d learned from countless lovers.
“Oh, Grey.” She twitched against his fingers, dug her nails into his shoulder. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t. Not until she gusted out a long moan, dipped her head, and sank against him as if her bones had melted.
“Absinthe,” she murmured against his chest. “A bit of laudanum.”
Grey pressed a fist to the throbbing crown of his head and tried to sit up. The lady on his chest stretched like a cat woken from a nap before rising off him and stepping away from the bed.
No, he realized when his vision cleared and he took in the books lining the walls, not a bed. Not his bedroom. He was on a settee in his London townhouse’s library, and he and his lady companion were not alone. Half-clothed bodies reclined around the musky, haze-clouded room. Some sleeping. Others smoking from an enormous bubbling hookah. At least one couple was busy, writhing and moaning in the far corner.
A man stumbled past the open library door, nude from the waist up, his shirt and coat rolled in a crumpled ball in his arms. Returning to the threshold, he let out a burp before offering, “Many happy returns, Grey. Smashing birthday party.”


Fueled by Pacific Northwest coffee and inspired by multiple viewings of every British costume drama she can get her hands on, USA Today bestselling author Christy Carlyle writes sensual historical romance set in the Victorian era. She loves heroes who struggle against all odds and heroines who are ahead of their time. A former teacher with a degree in history, she finds there’s nothing better than being able to combine her love of the past with a die-hard belief in happy endings.

Friday, July 31, 2015

Revenge by Susan Horsnell



Revenge
by Susan Horsnell
Blog Tour
Victorian Western Romace


 Amazon PB  

Synopsis
The Glenmore Family come to the assistance of a young girl who has been beaten and horse-whipped then left to die on the track leading to their ranch. She is taken to their ranch to recover; the outlaws responsible for her beating keep watch in the hopes they can recapture the girl and obtain the information they are sure she has. The search for the outlaws becomes a matter of urgency when murder, shootings, robbery and beatings affect the Glenmore Family. Rangers are brought in and the assistance of local Indians is sought. A story about the most tender love; as well as murder, greed and intrigue.



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Excerpt
George and James dropped back to re-join their father and as they discussed ranch business they kept their eyes on Laura up ahead. She had just crossed the tree line and had disappeared from their sight. Joseph had just opened his mouth to call her to stay in sight when they heard her blood curdling scream. 
The three men wasted no time spurring their horses into a gallop and headed in the direction the scream had come from.
Laura had dismounted and was on the ground next to a small bundle which rested half on and half off the track. Tears flooded her cheeks and she was shaking uncontrollably. When she spotted her father she jumped from the ground and raced towards him. Joseph was off his horse in a flash and folded her into his arms. While she buried her face in her father’s chest George and James dismounted and moved to check the small bundle which they could now see was the body of a young girl.
“Pa, you better come fast!” called George.
Joseph peeled Laura away from him and reached inside his pocket for a cloth to wipe her tear stained face. Holding her hand he guided her to a nearby rock and gently encouraged her to sit. He grabbed his canteen of water from his saddle bag and handed it to her “Drink Laura. Don’t move darlin’ we’ll be right over here” She gulped thirstily from the canteen while she continued to sob.
Joseph approached his sons and couldn’t stifle the gasp which escaped him as he looked at the ‘bundle’ for the first time. He could now see it was a young girl, about the same age as Laura. Her clothing had been torn to the waist and across the once creamy skin of her back were at least two dozen bloody welts.
Joseph removed his hat and immediately began firing off instructions to his shocked sons. “James, fetch blankets, water and as many clean cloths as you can find! George, hobble the horses so they don’t wander. Keep an eye out for Ben with the board so he doesn’t run over us”
The boys answered in unison “Yes, Pa!” and raced off to complete their tasks.
As the boys followed his orders Joseph assessed the young girl’s wounds further. I will get the bastards who did this! he vowed to himself.
Just at that moment, Ben, the youngest son, drove up with the buckboard and their supplies. Seeing his family moving around ahead, his father attending to something on the ground, he brought the horses to a stop.
 “Ben! We have a badly injured girl. Clear a space in the buckboard and lay some blankets so when we are ready we can take her home to Ma!” called out James.
Ben jumped down and began re-arranging the rear of the buckboard. “What’s happened James?”
“Not sure yet, we just came up on her. Pa and George are with her now”
Where’s Laura?” asked Ben concerned for his sister.
“Just over yonder on a rock. She’s very upset, was her that found the girl! After the board is ready go sit with her, I need to get these supplies to Pa”
James hurried back to where Joseph and George were waiting with the girl. “Ben’s arrived Pa, he’s clearin’ a space in the buckboard and is going to calm Laura”
“Thanks son. She is bad. Looks like she has a broken leg from the angle it’s at, a broken arm and all them welts, cuts and bruises!” We need to patch her up as best we can and get her to Ma”
“She’s lost a lot of blood Pa” commented George “Will she make it?”
“I don’t know son but we will do our best for her”
“Who would do this?” asked an angry James to no-one in particular.
“I have no idea” answered Joseph “but I intend to find out and get this little girl some justice!”
“Buckboard’s ready” shouted Ben
“Go find four pieces of wood to splint an arm and a leg” called George “be as quick as you can”
“On my way” called Ben running into the trees.
Joseph removed the lid from a canteen he’d been handed and poured water onto a cloth. As gently as he could he began to clean the wounds and only then could they see the extent of the damage from the vicious attack.
With her back wounds cleaned up a little the three men gently lifted her onto a blanket which was spread on the ground, turning her over as they did so.
They inhaled deeply when they saw the girl’s face. Both of her eyes were swollen shut. She had a large cut over one eye which would require stitches. Blood had seeped into her raven black hair and congealed which left her hair in a sticky, tangled mess. Her lip was split and her cheek badly bruised. Dirt and dust had combined with blood from her wounds to form a muddy mess over much of her body.
George quickly covered her with a spare blanket to protect her dignity but couldn’t help noticing her perfectly formed breasts and slim waist which brought a stirring to his loins.
Goddamn it George! What’s wrong with you? You are looking at a woman’s breasts and getting randy when you should be more concerned with her injuries! And you’re s’posed to be courtin’ Marybeth!
Joseph took clean cloths, doused them in water and proceeded to clean her face.
“Where do you want these Pa?” asked Ben holding up four good sized sticks.
“I’ll take them. Thanks Ben” said James “Go sit with Laura”

Author Bio




I grew up in the Western Suburbs of Sydney in the 50's and 60's and have always been a fan of Cowboys, Indians and Outlaws.

During my years as a nurse I would write down ideas and when I retired five years ago I finally published my first book - The Glenmore's: Revenge. This developed into a four part series.

Since then I have published a further eleven Western Romance books and one contemporary. My westerns are set in Texas, USA during the 19th century and my contemporary in Sydney, Australia.

When I am not writing I enjoy walking our dogs with my husband and travelling.

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