The Daring Marriages, #1
Author:
Amanda Forester
Pubdate:
July 5th, 2016
ISBN:
9781492605492
The chase is on in award-winning author
Amanda Forester’s brand-new Regency romance series!
A sizzling
scandal just waiting to happen…
Orphaned at a young age, Lady Katherine Ashton and her brother have spent most of their lives on the high seas, seeking to restore their family fortune through somewhat dubious means. After that kind of adventure, Kate knows she won’t ever be accepted as a proper society lady.
To the
annoyingly clever, temptingly handsome, and altogether troublesome Earl of
Wynbrook, society ladies are a dead bore. Kate, on the other hand, is
scandalous, alluring, and altogether fascinating. And Kate can’t decide which
she relishes more, the thrill of chasing fearsome pirates, or having Wynbrook
chase after her…
Buy Links:
*^*^*^*
How long does it take you to write a book?
It takes about nine months to
write a book, though that is often with interruptions to do edits on another
manuscript and promote a new release.
*^*^*^*
EXCERPT:
“Are you ready for this?”
asked her brother, pulling on his worn wool greatcoat.
“Quite.” Lady Kate chose to
misinterpret his meaning. “I have prepared an accounting for each one of our
investors, providing details of their original investment and return.”
Robert Ashton, Earl of
Darington, took the large ledgers from her hands. “Not what I meant.”
“I shall never be ready.
But let us do it anyway,” she said crisply. She had developed a keen accounting
for each one of their investors, but such a meeting brought the prospect of
seeing one particular investor. A man she never wanted to see again.
Ever.
Would he be there? Would he
dare come?
Lady Katherine has no beauty, no fashion, no conversation,
and no accomplishments save being the sister to an earl, and an impoverished
one at that.
Years later, his voice still rang in her head.
It had begun innocently
enough. While at university, Robert had become acquainted with Tristan
Arlington, the second son of the Earl of Wynbrook, who had invited them to
spend the Christmas holidays with his family. Tristan’s mother had been
particularly kind, and for a brief moment Kate had thought she had finally been
accepted. But it was not to last.
Kate closed her eyes and
remembered her fateful visit. She had heard voices coming from the open library
door and stopped. She knew she ought not to eavesdrop, but she could not help
pausing outside the door and listening to the conversation between Tristan and
his elder brother.
“Darington might not be so bad—one can forgive lack of
conversation in a gentleman—but you must admit the sister is poor company
indeed,” drawled Tristan’s elder brother.
“Dash it, John! What a gudgeon you are,” exclaimed Tristan.
“Kate’s not had the advantages of feminine company is all. Their mother died
bringing them into the world.”
“Perhaps, but is that any reason for Mother to sponsor her
coming out with Jane this spring?”
“Why should Mother not bring out Kate with our sister?”
cried Tristan. “Quite kind of her.”
“Because it may prove an embarrassment to Mother. I do not
mean to offend, but your friend’s earldom was only recently created.
Darington’s father must have done something quite heroic in his naval career to
rise from a baronet to an earl. You know how society disdains social climbers.”
Social climbers!
Six years later, the words
still ground like grit in her teeth. How she had hated him!
They came to a stop with a
jolt and Kate opened her eyes to the intimidating sight of rising colonnades of
the Bank of London. Her pulse pounded in her temples as they were led to a
sitting room designed for meetings of the rich and the even richer. Dark mahogany
paneling lined the hall, and all the furnishings from the curtains to the
chairs were resplendent in rich jewel tones. Everything around her spoke of
wealth and power.
Surely he would not be
here. He would send his solicitor, not come in person. There was no need. She
had almost convinced herself of his certain absence when they entered the room.
He was there.
The bastion of society
stood warming himself by the fire, dressed impeccably in a dark blue,
double-breasted suit that was tailored to perfection. She could not help but
drink in his form. His broad, square shoulders revealed a powerful build, yet
he had a trim waist and muscular thighs that were on the edge of indecent in
his skintight buckskin breeches. With his chestnut hair, green eyes, and square
jaw he was the very definition of a handsome man.
It was him.
John Arlington, the Earl of
Wynbrook.
The only man she had ever
kissed.
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
Amanda Forester holds a PhD in psychology and worked many years in academia before discovering that writing historical romance was way more fun. A Publishers Weekly Top Ten author, her books have been given starred reviews from Booklist, Publishers Weekly, and a Top Pick from RT Book Reviews. Whether in the rugged Highlands of medieval Scotland or the decadent ballrooms of Regency England, her novels offer fast-paced adventures filled with wit, intrigue, and romance. You can visit her at http://www.amandaforester.com
*^*^*^*
Giveaway:
No comments:
Post a Comment