The Rebellious Countess - Historical Romance - and a Giveaway #Romance #HistoricalRomance #Giveaway

Helene Matheson is here to tell us about her historical romance The Rebellious Countess.

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Society may be run by the men of the ton, but six scandalous sisters are determined to take it by storm one gentleman at a time.

Máira Blair married for love, her honeymoon trip with the Earl of Dorset is a dream come true—until reality turns it into a nightmare. Máira wakes up to discover her husband isn’t an earl, but the captain of a pirate ship and what was supposed to be her honeymoon, is a voyage bound for war-torn France. If that isn’t enough to disparage her husband’s character, he abandons her in the middle of a French port where she must find a way to survive as she defends her virtue and her life. Just when she’s convinced of what kind of rogue she married, the pirate transforms into a hero on a quest to save her and the missing Earl of Astley.

Sir Elias Drake married for convenience, he needed a Scottish bride to complete his mission. He can resist his desire for his beautiful wife, especially after she discovers his true identity. Except Máira Blair was more than he bargained for. He needs her skills, cherishes her compassion, and is tormented by her passion, which only makes him want her and the life their marriage represents more.

It will require both of their talents to rescue the Earl of Astley, and it will take more than a war to defeat their hard-won love—if they can escape.

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Her Scottish blood began to simmer. The mettle of her ancestors wronged by backstabbing, licentious English bastards was rising to a call so deeply ingrained in her soul, she wanted to fight. It didn’t matter her mother was English, she was a Scottish bastard through and through as far as the ton was concerned. One of the scandalous sisters. Even Iseabail’s marriage to a duke hadn’t been able to stop the label from spreading. Máira’s good-for-nothing husband had just added to her family’s ruination by making her a walking, talking scandal of the worst kind.

It was Ellison. There was no doubt. It didn’t matter that he wore clothes she didn’t recognize, or that a hat sat low over his brow hiding most of his features. It didn’t matter that the sun was going down and the only light in town was coming from the windows of The Happy Hag. It didn’t matter that she’d somehow slept the night and day away probably due to the bump on her head.

She knew it was Ellison by the tune he whistled and poetical way he performed it. He’d whistled that same tune the night of their wedding. How she remembered that she wasn’t certain, but it was him, of that there was no doubt. He could whistle like no one she’d ever heard in her life. Melodic, and sorrowful, his song spoke of love found and lost. It spoke to her soul, and she wanted to punch those sinful lips for making her feel anything but hatred.

About the Author:

Helene Matheson writes steamy regency historical romance novels with intelligent, unstoppable heroines who don’t require an alpha male to save them—having one in their bed is another story.

Helene moved south for fun in the sun after she retired from public service and began pursuing her life-long dream of writing. She wrote the Amazon best-selling mystery series The Book Barn Mysteries for Lyrical Press and has written multiple award-winning romantic suspense novels under Kym Roberts.

In her spare time she can be found woodcarving by the pool or blogging for The Cozy Corner on Fresh Fiction. To contact her on social media, you can find her under KymRoberts911 on FaceBook, Instagram, Twitter and Pinterest. Her books can also be found on her websites.

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Keeping the Countess - Historical Romance - and a Giveaway #Romance #HistoricalRomance #Giveaway

Lille Moore is here to tell us about her historical romance Keeping the Countess.

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Keeping the Countess

Lille Moore

Publication date: June 24th 2025

Genres: Adult, Historical, Romance

In this first installation of the DAMSELS IN DISGUISE series, a passionate clergyman on a mission to steal an earl’s secrets finds himself captivated by a cunning and courageous countess.

Charismatic curate Jonah Sinclair survived the deadly streets of south London with two well-trained fists and divine intervention. He will let nothing—not his vocation, nor his yearning to find love—stop him from pursuing the criminals who killed his father. When he learns the notorious Earl of Rochford could hold the key to retribution for his family, he seizes on the chance to become tutor to the earl’s young ward. But the only trace of Rochford he discovers at the mysterious Ravenglass Hall is his abandoned countess, a woman whose fierce strength stirs a forbidden temptation.

Faith Trenton, Countess of Rochford, is on the brink of ruin. Betrayed and abandoned by her husband, she disguises herself as a man to defend her estate from an embezzling steward. Jonah’s arrival threatens her carefully constructed masquerade, and despite the irresistible spark between them, she must send him packing, or risk having him expose the dangerous secrets she keeps hidden. But when a succession of attacks threatens everything that Faith has fought to protect, she’s forced to place her trust in Jonah, and pray he won’t unravel the truth, or her heart.

Helping Faith could sabotage Jonah’s mission. Loving her might cost him everything.

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Jonah marched out of the tavern, his vexation blinding him to any semblance of the direction where he headed. It did not take long to realize he was absolutely stranded, alone in a country wilderness.

In the disorienting shadows of the soaking evening, a seed of regret at his impulsivity sprouted. As he contemplated swallowing his pride and turning back to the tavern, a preternatural cry sounded on the moor.

The ground shook, heralding a beast rising out of the fog.

Jonah wouldn’t have dared called the creature a horse; that was far too earthly a comparison. It sped toward him as if it had escaped straight from the ninth circle of hell.

Unholy thoughts clouded his brain. Unholier curses tumbled from his lips. He was pleased to discover the passage of time and years of service in Her Majesty’s Church had not scrubbed them from his memory.

The shriek of the wind rose over the roar of approaching hooves. This was the exact reason Jonah avoided Gothic novels like vermin; he preferred interacting with the supernatural in the controlled boundaries of the King James Bible.

Through the sheets of rain, he spotted a slight figure mounted on top of the enormous steed. Was the rider attempting to bring the monster under control? Or did he urge it on, hoping he might flatten a weary traveler to the ground?

A shrill cry sounded from the rider. Was it a warning? An apology? A prayer?

“MOVE OUT OF THE BLEEDING WAY, YOU DAFT FOOL!”

With a screeching whinny, the beast reared up before him, a black wall of menacing horseflesh. As lightning flashed around them, Jonah braced his arms over his head and curled himself into a protective crouch, precisely as the hell-beast tossed its rider from the saddle.

A moment of raw stillness followed.

The rain relented, revealing where the rider lay motionless on the path.

Jonah staggered across the short distance toward the body. With a deep breath and a short prayer, he kneeled down to examine the fallen man.

The crash of two thick skulls meeting each other upended his balance. He slipped on the drenched ground, falling on top of the rider, who protested wildly by snarling in a manner more feral than a quayside cat. The body entwined with his was as scrappy and slim as one. He had to be a young lad.

“Get off of me!”

“I’m trying!” Jonah protested as they tussled in the mud. Muck worked its way beneath the collar he’d starched himself, to make a good impression for the toffs who’d forgotten him. The potential embarrassment he’d face if he ever arrived at his destination burned energy into his limbs.

An instinct he thought he’d long retired kicked in and he rolled, quickly pinning the rider’s shoulders by pressing his own weight into the lad’s chest.

And therein, he discovered a very distinct set of curves that most decidedly did not belong to a young man.

The body beneath him hissed.

Jonah scrambled away and staggered to his feet. With his last remaining ounce of sense, he extended his hand to the rider.

The woman he’d just groped in the darkness.

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Lille Moore writes romance with a twist on time-honored tropes and tales. Her first career in public diplomacy and strategic communications took her across five continents and six of the Seven Seas and spurred a lifelong love affair with uncovering new worlds through storytelling. She lives with her spouse in Texas

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Sarah - Historical Romance - and a Giveaway #Romance #HistoricalRomance #Giveaway

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Sarah

Shanna Hatfield

Publication date: May 22nd 2025

Genres: Adult, Historical Romance

She desires his heart.

He longs for her love.

Can they find common ground when he returns forever altered by the war.

In a world turned upside down by World War I, all Sarah Richards desires is to love Brett Rawlings and build a future together. After graduating high school a year early, she’s ready to dive into her dreams of college and a home filled with laughter and love. But one impulsive decision threatens all her aspirations—as well as her relationship with Brett.

As the war rages on and men head off to fight, sixteen-year-old Brett reluctantly follows his twin brother, Ben, sneaking off to France to join the American Expeditionary Forces. As the months pass, Ben thrives amidst the chaos of battle, while Brett finds himself haunted by the girl he left behind and the uncertainty of his own heart. When Ben reveals a life-altering secret, the bond between the brothers is shattered, forcing Brett to grapple with betrayal as he faces the brutal realities of war.

Brett returns home a changed man, burdened with memories too heavy to bear, yet yearning to mend the fractures of the past. Will Sarah still be waiting for him, or have time and truth forged an unbridgeable chasm between them?

Find out in this heartfelt historical romance that weaves a tale of hope, grace, forgiveness, and sweet, enduring love.

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“You have feathers for brains,” Sarah berated herself as Brett closed the distance between them. She accepted the hug he gave her as the impact of how deeply Ben—and inadvertently she—had betrayed him abruptly hit her. The realization of what she’d done made her head begin to pound.

“I’m so glad you came, Sarah. I stopped by to see you earlier, but your mother said you were out, although she didn’t seem to know where. I looked around town and in our usual spots but couldn’t find you,” Brett said, pulling back and giving her a curious glance.

“I’m sorry. I had a busy day,” she said. It had been busy. Sneaking around, being deceived, and making the biggest mistake of her life had taken the entire day.

Brett offered her a smile of such tender warmth, she wanted to burst into tears and confess what had happened. Only she couldn’t. It would ruin the trip, if not cancel it, and Brett had been excited about spending the summer with his grandparents. There would be time enough to sort out all the complicated details when the twins returned in August.

Three months away from Ben might be long enough for her raging wrath to reach a simmering point instead of teetering on the edge of it boiling over at any second.

“I couldn’t let you leave without saying goodbye. I hope you,” she emphasized the word and cast a withering glare at Ben before looking back at Brett, “enjoy your time with your grandparents this summer.”

A shadow passed over Brett’s face, but it was there and gone so quickly, she began to wonder if she’d simply imagined it.

“I’m sure we will. I hope you have a wonderful summer, Sarah Beth.” Brett was the only one who called her that, and every time he said it, her insides felt warm. He leaned down and placed his lips close to Sarah’s ear, making her heart pound in her chest. “No matter what happens, don’t ever forget how much I love you.”

“I won’t. Remember I love you, Brett,” she said, speaking around the sudden tightness in her throat. How could she profess her love to him after what she’d done with Ben? If a bolt of lightning shot out of the sky to strike her down where she stood, she knew she deserved it.

Author Bio:

USA Today Bestselling Author Shanna Hatfield writes sweet romances rich with relatable characters, small town settings that feel like home, humor, and hope.

Her historical westerns have been described as “reminiscent of the era captured by Bonanza and The Virginian” while her contemporary works have been called “laugh-out-loud funny, and a little heart-pumping sexy without being explicit in any way.”

When this farm girl isn’t writing or indulging in rich, decadent chocolate, Shanna hangs out with her husband, lovingly known as Captain Cavedweller. She also experiments with recipes, snaps photos of her adorable nephew, and caters to the whims of a cranky cat named Drooley.

To learn more about Shanna or the books she writes, visit her website http://shannahatfield.com or find out more about her here: linktr.ee/ShannaHatfield

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Undoubtedly Reckless - Historical Romance - and a Giveaway #Romance #HistoricalRomance #Giveaway

Constance Kersaint is here to tell us about her historical romance Undoubtedly Reckless.

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Undoubtedly Reckless

Constance Kersaint

(#2, Rebel by Night)

Published by: Evernight Publishing

Publication date: March 19th 2025

Genres: Adult, Historical, Romance

Constance Kersaint invites you back into the scandalous world of the Darewoods, of danger and intrigue, as Roland Darewood does the unthinkable–he falls in love with a duke’s governess.

He is all she should avoid.

For years, Sabina Kembrooke had been careful. She hid herself from those who would harm her, or worse, but one act of compassion may ruin her forever. After years of hiding in a duke’s home, the man she rescued comes crashing into her life again. Roland is too dangerous a temptation but, despite her powerful response, she must not give in.

She’s not who she seems to be.

Roland has returned from years at sea to take his place as viscount and head of his dysfunctional household. Sabina’s respectable demeanor hides a secret that would utterly destroy her, but he must uncover her secrets if he is to keep her safe. The danger Sabina tried to hide from may have found her again. Can she trust him? Can he save her?

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Rooftop Follies

“Every year I post a letter,” Sabina offered Roland. “I can be declared dead after ten years of silence so I post a letter every year to prove that I am alive. That way my stepfather cannot take control of my father’s affairs, which includes my inheritance.”

“I can help you, Sabina,” Roland said quietly.

“You have my gratitude, but this is my responsibility. I have borne it for ten years, there are only a few months left before I am twenty-five. Then I will contact my lawyers and finish this.”

They finished their coffee just as the tavern became louder and drunker.

“Time to go,” Roland said, pushing back.

Neither of them rushed to seek a cab, enjoying the brisk walk through an oddly snowless December night. Abruptly, Sabina stopped, her head cocked.

“Oh, listen to that,” Sabina said.

“Don’t tell me you’re interested in some second-rate musician presenting a third-rate opera?” Roland asked.

“It’s not a third-rate opera, it’s your opera,” Sabina smiled. “Rinaldo.” Roland groaned.

“God save me from French epics. A few minutes and then we must be off. I think I smell snow in the air. Mustn’t get caught in bad weather,” Roland warned.

“Music is never a waste of time,” Sabina said. “And you actually smell horse droppings but I’ll allow you your delusions.” They moved closer to the soulful violin just as a surprisingly good soprano launched into, “Lascia ch’io pianga.”

“That violinist is quite good,” Sabina whispered to Roland. “The soprano is drowning him out. If only they had a whole symphony. Once I heard the Chevalier De St. George conduct in Paris and I was never the same. Come with me,” Sabina said abruptly and grabbed Roland’s hand.

Roland let himself be led through some foul alleys and up some slippery steps, then through a building. Then, they exited a door onto a roof. She could pick up the thread of the music again, clear and sweet. Roland followed his lady to the edge of the roof and watched her take in the song as the notes floated upward into the fetid night air.

“Why up here?” Roland asked her.

“The music rises and up here, you can feel like you’re alone above the clouds, carried away by waves of heaven.” Sabina tilted her head to the notes.

“Have you been to the theater since you’ve been in town?” he asked.

“Oh, no, the duke is not a music lover, so we do not attend, which is a shame. A good orchestra raging into a symphony is my weakness,” Sabina said. The music made her foolish

Sabina could not understand the words but she felt the music. It did things to her, made her feel things that were unwise.

But it was after dark in London and no one could tell her what to do. Sabina turned and looked up at Roland’s face. He was not a handsome man but he had always been so attractive to her, from that stubborn jaw to the thoughtful eyes that looked at her searchingly.

“Would you be terribly affronted if I kissed you?” she asked.

“You didn’t ask the time before.” He grinned, reaching for her.

“Are you going to make me apologize?” Sabina responded, enjoying his hands on her. She loved his hands. He could repair her windows, handle a gun, guide a horse, hold her steady.

“No, I beg you to do it again.”

“I’m not very good at it,” Sabina warned, placing her hands on his chest.

“Well, then I think you should get some practice.” Roland bent his head down to her lips. “I humbly offer myself as a test subject.”

Sabina went up on her toes to meet his lips and smiled as they kissed. This was so right, possibly the only thing in her life that was good and hers. She opened her lips and touched her tongue to his lips, letting herself into his mouth with a delight that bordered on joy.

She heard his breathing and remembered to breathe herself as she explored the ways they could kiss. Her arms found their way around his neck and he had backed her to a stone block that she had not seen before on the roof.

It wasn’t enough. Sabina couldn’t help the frustrated noise that came from her and she slid a hand down to cup the erection bulging the front of his breeches.

“Lord, Sabina, have mercy, woman.” Roland broke away from her to gasp.

“I need you,” she breathed heavily. “I need this.”

“I’m not going to take you on a bloody roof,” Roland said, then pulled her in for another drugging kiss.

“Then I’ll take you.”

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Letters to Ellie - The Lost Slipper Society Book 2 - Sweet Historical Romance #Romance #SweetRomance #HistoricalRomance #SweetHistoricalRomance

Juli D. Revezzo is here to tell us about Letters to Ellie, The Lost Slipper Society book 2, a sweet (1 flame) historical romance.

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Sweet (1 Flame) Historical Romance

The Lost Slipper Society - Book Two

Called “adorable” and “So cute and clever” by beta readers.

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Blurb:

London debutant Eloise fell in love with a foreign baron who returned to Luxembourg far too soon. Unfortunately, her heart is broken when their correspondence suddenly breaks off.

After a lowly maid, Ellie, begins receiving love letters from the Luxembourg baron, she doesn’t know what to think. She is so distracted by the possibilities she can’t see a dear neighbor’s heartfelt devotion.

When the baron returns, and the misdirected letters are discovered at long last, will either Ellie or Eloise find happiness—or has fate dealt them both a cruel blow?

 

Excerpt:

(From Chapter Nine, wherein Eloise, Stephen, and her brother are playing a game of table tennis…)

Eloise readied her paddle. “Yes.”

“All right, then.”

Eloise’s heart flipped when Stephen gave her a wicked smile and said,

“Do your worst.”

The ball sped over the net; Stephen brought his paddle around and knocked the ball their way. It flew above her head. She jumped and smacked at it as hard as she could. Her hand slipped on the handle. Her paddle flew out of her hand and sailed back in Stephen’s direction.

He should have heeded his own words. Eloise clapped her hands to her mouth, horrified, as the edge of her paddle smacked him above his right eye.

Her brother cursed, laughing, and attended to his partner. Eloise gasped and rounded the table.

She stopped short of crashing into Stephen, but stood close enough to see the damage. A welt already presented itself. “Stephen, I’m sorry!” Her hand shook as she reached out for him. “Are you hurt?”

A stupid question that. The mark on his forehead grew angrier, despite the fact that he rose to his feet. “This is nothing more than a bump. Let’s finish our game.” He took a step and wobbled.

Jack called out for help. Their father’s valet came running. Jack surged forward and caught Stephen before he fell.

The two men assisted Stephen into the parlor. Eloise searched through the house for her mother.

“Mother!” Where is she? Not in the parlor. Perhaps in the kitchen? She called out again as she ran toward the kitchen. “Mummy?” Her mother exited the upstairs library and Eloise changed course. “Call the doctor!”

“What happened?” Her mother approached the stairs. “Are you hurt, my dear?”

“Not me.”

Her mother’s concern remained constant, but she moved down the steps. “Jack?”

“No. It’s Lord Bondry.”

Her mother moved past her and into the hallway. Eloise followed. Mother stopped a maid. “Fetch Dr. Rice. Jack, take him upstairs and let him lie down in your room.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Eloise entered the kitchen. “We need an ice pack for Lord Bondry.”

“Right away, miss.” The cook opened the icebox and retrieved ice for her, placing it in a towel. These Eloise rushed with up the stairs.

Jack’s bedroom door stood open. He helped Stephen onto the bed. “What day is it, old man?”

“Monday.”

“That’s good. What’s the date?”

“It’s January fourth.”

Eloise handed over the ice.

“And this morning’s air was a bit colder than I like.”

Thank goodness he knew the time of year. She hadn’t affected his brain. Still, she worried. “Are you feeling better already, Lord Bondry?”

“I am.” He waved away her washcloth. “Please, this is all too much.”

“But you’re hurt.”

Doctor Rice entered and opened his bag. A shock of white hair grew from beside either ear. He wore glasses over his dark eyes, which didn’t slide down his nose, due to a bump in the ridge. “Listen to the girl, young man. Take the ice.”

Still, Stephen resisted his care. “I’m fine.” He rose from the bed and wobbled.

Worry spiked in Eloise. “Please, rest.”

“I’m fine, Ellie.”

“Then do it for me.” …

“Accidents happen in games from time to time.”

“It wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t played.” She patted the pillow next to [Stephen]. “You were too complacent because of my interference.”

“Ellie, stop worrying.” [Stephen] took her hand. “I’ll be fine.” He held up the bottle of analgesic the doctor had left on the bedside table for him and shook it. “See? I’ve already taken medicine, and I have the ice you’ve brought me.” Though he didn’t relinquish her hand for the bundle. “I’ll be on my way in an hour, I’m sure. Less even.”

He stood.

“No. Stay. Please.” Eloise placed her hands on his arms.

Stephen tensed under her touch.

“Eloise.”

His soft voice skimmed over her skin as his fingers caressed hers.

She licked her lips.

“Do you remember the last time we danced together?”

“At Lady Berryman’s ball?”

He smoothed a loose hair behind her ear. “In Paris. From where I never should have let you go.”

“Oh!” She clicked her tongue. “I see I’m right. I did hit you too hard.”

 

About the Author:

Juli D. Revezzo loves fantasy and Celtic mythology and writing stories with all kinds of fantastical elements. She is the author of the Victorian Romance series The Lost Slipper Society, and The Camden Girls series, the Steampunk romances: The Gears, Cogs, and Puppy Dogs series, and Watchmaker’s Heart, as well as the Gaslamp romance, House of Dark Envy. She also authors the Antique Magic paranormal series and Celtic Stewards Chronicles and Stewards War series and more.

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Warrior's Grace - The Barnes Family Book 2 - Historical Romance - Slowburn - Victorian Era - Romantic Suspense #Romance #Historical #HistoricalRomance #VictorianEra #SlowburnRomance #RomanticSuspense

Kate Hill is back to tell us about Warrior's Grace, the Barnes Family book 2, an historical, slowburn romantic suspense novel set in the Victorian Era.

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Warrior's Grace

(The Barnes Family 2)

Heat Level: Some Sensuality

Pairing(s): M/F

Genre/Themes: Historical Romance, Victorian Romance, Suspense, Slow Burn

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In Victorian England, a wealthy businessman and a governess with a dangerous past must reveal their darkest secrets or risk losing everything.

When wealthy businessman Max Barnes takes in two orphans to rear as his own, he has no idea that the governess he hires to care for them will change his life.

Grace Martin has spent years protecting her country. Now she's ready for a quiet, normal life as governess to a pair of young orphans. What she doesn't count on is the children's charming father stealing her heart and a vengeful assassin from her past targeting her through Max and his children.

Max and Grace must reveal their darkest secrets or risk losing everything.

Note: This book contains references to sexual abuse, child abuse, and mental health issues in a historical setting. It also has some sensual scenes and some violence.

 

Excerpt:

“All right.” Max smacked his hands together. “Hide and seek it is.”

Sam looked a bit worried. “Who’s it?”

“I will be,” Jane said. “Shall I count to one hundred?”

“I can’t count that high,” Sam said.

“It doesn’t matter, fool. I’m counting. Not you.”

“Jane, we don’t call others names.”

“Sorry, Miss Martin.”

“Close your eyes and start counting,” Max ordered.

Sam dashed out of the room, practically falling over his own feet.

“Slow down, Sam, or you’ll break your neck before the game even starts,” Max called.

He and Grace swept out of the library and split up. Max glanced over his shoulder at Grace who lifted her skirts and hurried off.

“Twenty-one. Twenty-two. Twenty-three.” Jane’s voice carried from the library.

Max turned and jogged after Grace. He glanced in the parlor just as she ducked behind the folds of the long, green velvet drapes.

Grinning, he strode into the room and joined her, their bodies pressed close behind the curtain.

“What are you doing?” Grace demanded.

“Hiding.”

“Find your own place, sir. This one is already taken.”

“But there’s room for two.” He slid an arm around her and covered her mouth with a kiss.

Grace chuckled softly and melted against him.

“How will we explain this to Jane when she finds us?” Grace whispered against his lips.

“I hadn’t thought of that. One more kiss and I’ll do the gentlemanly thing and leave.”

“Mr. Barnes!”

“Last night I was Max. Can I have another kiss or not?”

 

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Kate Hill is a vegetarian New Englander who loves writing romantic fantasies. When she's not working on her books, Kate enjoys reading, working out, watching horror movies, and researching vampires and Viking history. She runs the Compelling Beasts Blog that is dedicated to antagonists, antiheroes, and paranormal creatures. Kate also writes as Saloni Quinby.

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