Hope you are having a great time with our Anniversary Party! There are games, prizes, and lots of fun to celebrate The Romance Reviews’ 6th Anniversary!
My Q & A is slated for March 11, and the excerpt below will help you to answer my question correctly to help you win the prizes! Prizes include a $50.00 Gift Card, tons of books by very talented romance authors, and an ecopy of my upcoming release, Only A Mistress Will Do.
This excerpt is from my upcoming release, Only A Mistress Will Do, Book 3 in my Georgian House of Pleasure series.
Wild laughter out in the hallway, faint strains of a pianoforte, and the lewd grunts from the room next door twisted her stomach. The raucous sounds of the brothel had become more familiar during the week, but still set her on edge. Once the deed was done, she could curl up on the stained sheets and cry uninterrupted. No one would hear her in this place.
Footsteps approached once more, slowed, stopped.
Violet’s heart pounded, her rapid breathing keeping pace. She seized the arms of the velvet chair, fighting to hold herself in place. Her nails sank into the soft fabric as she struggled to slow her breaths.
The doorknob turned.
Her head came up, back straight, forced smile plastered on her face as the door opened wide and she caught a glimpse of the man who had bought her for the night.
He entered the small room in a swirl of black fur and sandalwood, the spicy scent tickling Violet’s nose, making it twitch.
She tipped her head back and looked up into the swarthy face. Dark hair and piercing blue eyes, a strong jaw, and a long, straight nose. Too tall, though. He was too tall for her. The ridiculousness of the irrational thought broke through her lethargy. She forced herself up out of the chair as he strode toward her.
The smile that curled his full lips would have been charming had not the gleam in his eyes betrayed his lustful intent.
“Good evening, Cassandra.” His deep baritone voice sent a frisson of dread through her. “Such a lovely name for a lovely temptress.”
“What pleasure may I give you this evening, my lord?” The words came out flat, but by God, she’d gotten them out. Now to remain standing and not faint. One small goal at a time. She stared at the wide expanse of blue velvet jacket barely two inches from her face.
He ran the back of his hand along her cheek and goose flesh pimpled her whole body. “I do hope the pleasure will be mutual, my dear.”
The man of her dreams . . . belongs to another woman.
Destitute and without friends, Violet Carlton is forced to seek employment at the House of Pleasure in London. She steels herself for her first customer and is shocked when the man rescues her instead of ravishing her. A grateful Violet cannot help but admire the handsome Viscount Trevor. But she must curb her desire for the dashing nobleman she can never have because he is already betrothed to another . . .
Tristan had gone to the House of Pleasure for a last bit of fun before he became a faithful married man. But when he recognizes the woman in his bed, he becomes determined to save her instead. Now, his heart wars with his head as he falls for the vulnerable courtesan. Unable to break his betrothal without a scandal, Tris resolves to find Violet proper employment or a husband of her own. Still, his arms ache for Violet, urging him to abandon propriety and sacrifice everything to be with the woman he loves. . . .
Please keep hopping around all the authors’ blogs who are celebrating with The Romance Reviews. And remember, find those answers to win!