Release Day Celebration for Pride of Lyon’s!


At last the waiting is over!

Pride of Lyon’s releases today!

I’m celebrating here, on my blog, with some giveaways of books and gift cards.


The first Release Day giveaway will be a signed print copy of Pride of Lyon’s,  the second giveaway will be for an e-book copy of any of my backlist books, and the third giveaway will be a $10 gift card to Amazon/B&N. To enter these giveaways, simply post a comment below telling me when you first fell in love with historical romance. I’ll draw the winners of all my Release Day giveaways tomorrow morning by 10:00 am and post them here on my blog.



Enter the world of the most notorious gambling den in London, where matches are made… unusually. Welcome to the world of THE LYON’S DEN: The Black Widow of Whitehall Connected World, where the underground of Regency London thrives… and loves.

What’s a young lady to do when a powerful lord tries to abscond with her and make her his mistress?

When you’re Miss Honoria Quinn, you leap from his carriage and run like the wind to find some place to hide. Trouble is, Honoria mistakenly chooses The Lyon’s Den, a disreputable gambling house as her sanctuary, a move that ends up with her having to make another choice at the hands of the Den’s match-making proprietor Mrs. Dove-Lyons: wed a complete stranger or become the lord’s mistress.

No good deed goes unpunished…

Thomas, Lord Braeton agrees to attend a wager at The Lyon’s Den only to keep his brother-in-law out of trouble. What he doesn’t count on is becoming embroiled in one of Mrs. Dove-Lyons’s schemes to marry him off. But when he tries to come to the aid of another peer, Thomas finds the only honorable thing he can do to save Miss Quinn’s reputation is put aside his hopes for a love match for himself and instead offer to marry her.

As Thomas and Honoria set out on a wary journey to matrimony, can they learn to live together and hope love will grow between them? Or are they doomed to a loveless marriage of convenience from which one or both will want to escape?


Honoria was in a tight pinch. If she was to avoid scandal and ruination, she’d best come up with some way to escape this carriage. Perhaps if she summoned the specter of Lady Danford, his lordship would think better of any scheme he had concerning Honoria. “But won’t it look odd for you to be seen sharing the carriage with your mother-in-law’s companion? Without a chaperone?”

Lord Danford waved that away with a casual flip of his wrist. “Oh, no one will know a thing about it, my dear. I assure you,” he slid his hand onto her knee, “I have a talent for being discrete.”

A shiver of revulsion slithered down Honoria’s back. Her breath was coming in sharp, quick gasps, making her lightheaded. She mustn’t swoon and make his debauchery that much easier. Summoning every ounce of strength she possessed, Honoria pushed his hand off her knee and slid as far from him as she could possibly get. “My lord, you forget yourself.”

“How could I in your presence, my dear?” He eased closer to her, and she strained against the corner of the carriage, unable to go any further. “I’ve been watching you ever since Lady Danford brought you home. Watching and waiting and wondering what it would be like to kiss that luscious mouth.” He leaned in toward her until his lips almost touched hers. All she could do was arch her neck to avoid him. “To run my fingers through your lovely golden hair.” One of his hands slid up to grasp the nape of her neck, urging her face down toward him. “To feel your naked body beneath mine.”

Her heart stopped. Dear God, this couldn’t be happening to her. “No, my lord.” It came out a whisper as she tried to stop the tears that had sprung to her eyes. “You cannot do such a thing.”

He chuckled and lowered his lips to her ear, the light contact setting every hair on her body on end. “I assure you, Honoria, I can. I will.” His lips descended to the tender flesh just below her jaw. “I think I can even make you come to enjoy it.”

He darted his tongue out onto her skin and Honoria’s squeal of terror caught in her throat.

Did he mean to take her here and now?

“Look at the facts, my dear. Your reputation was ruined the moment I entered this carriage.” He licked the rim of her ear, then inserted his tongue into it, the moist sound making her cringe. “I cannot allow my wife’s mother to be attended by a ruined woman, so I suggest you allow me to help you find a different position.” He leaned back and she stared into eyes as deeply black as any demon’s. “As my mistress.”

“No.” Honoria shook her head violently. Even if her reputation was purportedly in shreds, at least she could still claim her virtue. Little matter if no one else believed her. She would know the truth.

Lord Danford shrugged. “I think you may change your mind after we’ve spent several days together in bed.” He leaned forward to whisper in her ear, “I can be very generous with you if you are equally generous with me.”

Then, quicker than a striking snake, he sank his mouth onto hers.

Completely shocked, Honoria couldn’t think what to do, leaving Lord Danford to take full advantage of her paralyzed body. Thrusting his tongue into her mouth, he plundered here and there, then pushed incredibly deeply into her throat until she almost gagged. Meanwhile, he slid his hands up onto her breasts, squeezing them until they ached, even through her clothing. At last, he released her right breast and that hand suddenly tried to worm its way underneath her skirts, his fingers brushing her knee, her thigh…

That touch, on her most intimate flesh, acted as a bucket of cold water thrown in Honoria’s face. She gasped as though coming up for air and was suddenly free of the deadly paralysis. Rearing back, she brought her arms up between them, planted her hands squarely on his chest, and heaved him across the carriage into the opposite corner. His head hit the windowpane with a crack, eliciting a groan from the man.

Lord Danford slowly sat up rubbing the back of his head. He cocked his head and frowned, like a puzzled hound. Without hesitation, Honoria grabbed the door handle, wrenched it downward, and threw it open.

The cobbled pavement flew by with dizzying speed, but she had no other choice. Taking a deep breath, and sending up a fervent prayer, she jumped.


Pride of Lyon’s is available in E-book and print formats at Amazon.  It’s also available for free on Kindle Unlimited with a subscription.

And check out my short promo video for Pride of Lyon’s that I just uploaded to YouTube!


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7 Responses to Release Day Celebration for Pride of Lyon’s!

  1. It was so long ago that I started enjoying historical. I would say in my 20’s. I like transporting myself to the past in historical romance books.

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  2. Margaret Murray-Evans says:

    Teenager. My mother would go to the used book store and fill up a brown grocery bag of Harlequin Romance books. 📚 She kept them in the bathroom closet. We would read and recommend which book was a good book to read. 📙

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    • Jenna Jaxon says:

      That sound like so much fun! I wish I could have done that with my mom, but she wasn’t a great reader. Or with my girls, but their tastes in books are VERY different from mine, unfortunately (although I did read the Twilight series because my older daughter wanted to have someone to talk about it with). 🙂


  3. BN says:

    pride and prejudice

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  4. Lorraine Ryan says:

    The start of it all had to be Gone With the Wind. Now I’m hooked with romance woven with history.


    • Jenna Jaxon says:

      I’ve always loved history, starting with the Little House on the Prarie books. And yes, I remember reading Gone with the Wind when I was in 7th grade (3 times back to back and highlighting passages!). But my first real historical romance I stumbled upon because it was medieval (which I LOVE) and that was Wolf and the Dove when I was a teenager.


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