Friday, 27 February 2015

Blog Tour: Diary of an Accidental Wallflower by Jennifer McQuiston; Review + Giveaway





Diary of an Accidental Wallflower (Seduction Diaries # 1)
Author: Jennifer McQuiston
Release Date: February 24th, 2015
Publisher: Avon

Pretty and popular, Miss Clare Westmore knows exactly what (or rather, who) she wants: the next Duke of Harrington. But when she twists her ankle on the eve of the Season’s most touted event, Clare is left standing in the wallflower line watching her best friend dance away with her duke.

Dr. Daniel Merial is tempted to deliver more than a diagnosis to London’s most unlikely wallflower, but he doesn’t have time for distractions, even one so delectable. Besides, she’s clearly got her sights on more promising prey. So why can’t he stop thinking about her?

All Clare wants to do is return to the dance floor. But as her former friends try to knock her permanently out of place, she realizes with horror she is falling for her doctor instead her duke. When her ankle finally heals and she faces her old life again, will she throw herself back into the game?

Or will her time in the wallflower line have given her a glimpse of who she was really meant to be?


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Wednesday, 25 February 2015

Blog Tour: I've Got My Duke to Keep Me Warm by Kelly Bowen; Excerpt + Giveaway




I've Got My Duke to Keep Me Warm (The Lords of Worth #1)
Author: Kelly Bowen
Release Date: 16 December 2014
Publisher: Forever

Where Secrets Smolder... 


Calm. Cool. Collected. Gisele Whitby has perfected the art of illusion—her survival, after all, has depended upon it. Years ago, to escape an abusive husband, Gisele "disappeared." Now she must risk revealing her new identity to save another innocent girl from the same fate. But she needs a daring man for her scheme, and the rogue in question shows a remarkable talent . . . for shattering Gisele's carefully constructed fa├žade and igniting her deepest desires.

...Passion Ignites. 


This isn't the first time Jamie Montcrief has awakened naked and confused from a night of drinking. It is, however, the first time a stunningly beautiful woman offers him payment afterward. Gisele has a business proposition for him, a mission involving cunning thievery and a brazen rescue. How can he say no to a plot this dangerous . . . and a woman this delectable?


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Well, shit. He deserved that. “Who are you?”

She smiled at him, the first genuine smile he had seen, and it did strange things to his chest.

“I am… just Gisele.”

That was helpful. He knew nothing more about her than he knew last night. Annoyance bubbled up again. “Very well then Just-Gisele, since you won’t tell me anything useful about yourself, would you be so kind as to enlighten me as to what it is you’d like me to do should I accept your generous offer of employment?”

Her smile turned brittle. “Not yet.”

Not yet?” Jamie’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “How the hell am I supposed to make a decision based on not yet?”

The ice queen shrugged. “You’ll have to trust me.”

Jamie closed his eyes, fighting for patience. “Will I need to steal something?”

“Unlikely.”

“Kill someone?”

“Hopefully not.”

“Blow something up?”

“You’re familiar with explosives?”

His eyes popped open at the undisguised interest in her last question. What the hell kind of woman used the word explosives the way most used the word marmalade? Or teapot?

Monday, 23 February 2015

Blog Tour: When Good Earls Go Bad by Megan Frampton; Excerpt + Giveaway




When Good Earls Go Bad: A Victorian Valentine’s Day Novella (Dukes Behaving Badly #1.5)
Author: Megan Frampton
Release Date: 3 February 2015
Publisher: Avon Impulse

Megan Frampton’s Dukes Behaving Badly series is back, though this time it’s an earl who’s meeting his match in this delightfully fun and sexy novella!

What’s a lovely young woman doing asleep in his bed? Matthew, Earl of Selkirk, is shocked to discover it’s his new housekeeper! She’s a far cry from the gray-haired woman he expected. Matthew is no fan of surprises, and Annabelle Tyne is pure temptation. Perhaps he shouldn’t have had her hired sight unseen.

Annabelle, co-owner of the Quality Employment Agency, is no housekeeper, but she wasn’t about to lose a potential client simply because there was no one to fit the bill. Imagine her shock when the Earl arrives at his London townhome and she’s awoken in the night by the most attractive man she’s ever seen.

Matthew is a man who lives life by the rules, but sometimes rules are made to be broken…and being bad can be very, very good.


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Now that it was finally about to happen, Matthew felt nervous. Nervous he wouldn’t please her, nervous it wouldn’t live up to his expectations.

Nervous that he’d never want to do this with anyone but her, ever again.

“It feels odd, having come up here just for this purpose,” she said as she faced him, beginning to untie his cravat. Her eyes were focused on what she was doing. Until she paused and looked up at him, her expression so direct it made him shiver.

“That is, I suppose I should be coy and pretend I don’t want this, but I don’t pretend—I can’t; and we only have a little more time before you return to Scotland, and I want to do this as often as we can, and I already miss you.” She looked back down and finished the cravat removal, tossing it onto the floor.

He swallowed against the lump in his throat. “I suppose I miss you already, too,” he said stiffly, wishing he could be as guileless as she was. Not that he lied, but he had difficulty expressing emotions.

Likely because usually he didn’t have any, beyond annoyance that he had to explain something that seemed perfectly clear.

But with her, he had many more emotions: he felt joy and happiness and warmth and desire and satisfaction.

He felt what it was like to be human.

Is this what it all felt like? That thing he’d never expected to have?

It seemed she understood what he meant, because she didn’t pull away or react as though he hadn’t just opened his heart to her. Because he had, oh he had, as much as he was able to.

That was item number six, wasn’t it?

“Then I suppose we should agree that this is what we are here to do, and you should kiss me. Now,” she added, as though either one of them would delay it.

He had never followed orders before—item number seven; at this rate he might have to move on to count numbers on his toes—but he did now, lowering his head to hers as he slid his hands around her waist, pulling her to him so their bodies pressed together.

His cock was already erect, and when it made contact with her stomach she made a soft moan in her throat that told him she liked what she felt.

And he did as well. Except there were far too many layers of clothing between them.

His fingers moved to the back of her gown and began to undo the buttons, still kissing her deeply, sliding his tongue inside her mouth, sucking on her tongue, coaxing more of those low growls from her throat.

Meanwhile, he’d gotten enough of the buttons done so he could slide his hand onto her back, now covered in one less layer of fabric. He slid his fingers lower, onto her arse, and squeezed, which pressed more of him into her.

She broke the kiss, gasping, a look of impatience on her face. “We need to remove our clothing because I will expire if I cannot feel you, all of you, on all of me.”

He very much appreciated how direct and honest she was at this moment.

Both of them began to undo buttons and slide fabric off shoulders and hips, and flung clothing onto the floor as though nothing else mattered but the speed of the task.

Which, judging by how he felt, and how he presumed she felt, was the truth.

She took longer than he did, of course, so he got onto the bed and watched her.

She glanced at him from under her lashes, a knowing, sensual smile on her mouth. “Touch yourself,” she said, her motions slowing as she slid her undergarment off her shoulder, revealing one breast.

“Touch my—”

She licked her lips. “Yes, touch your cock. Stroke it how you want me to stroke it.”

His breath caught at hearing her say the word, a word he’d never heard anyone say before, much less a woman. A lady, even, despite her not having a title. She was elegant and kind and funny and lovely and generous and honest. That was a lady.

Matthew reached around himself and began to stroke up and down his shaft, still watching her. And she was watching him, still undressing, but slower, as though putting on a show.

She was bared to the waist now, and as he kept sliding his hand up and down himself, she pushed the fabric down her legs and onto the floor, leaving her entirely naked.

And not on the bed with him.

“Get up here.” He barely recognized his voice, it was so low and raspy.

She crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees, her gorgeous, full breasts swaying, her gaze locked on his face.

“Now what do you want?” she asked in a whisper. “Do you want me to touch you? Do you want me to lick you? Or maybe I could find my feather duster and show you how very much not a housekeeper I am?”

“Yes,” he said in a groan, reaching for her, claiming her mouth in a ruthless, savage kiss.