Pride of Lyon’s Virtual Book Tour Day 2

BLURB:

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?

Welcome to Day 2 of my release week celebration. My newest Regency, Pride of Lyon’s, releases tomorrow! Squeee!

Here’s an excerpt to whet your appetite!

EXCERPT:

“Honoria! I know you’re in here. I saw you come this way.” The gentleman’s voice rose alarmingly. Everyone in the house must hear him, which was unfortunate for this Miss Quinn. Perhaps he could stem the tide before this got out of hand.

“Honoria!” Bellowing, the distraught man made as though to mount the staircase.

Thomas reached him a step before Demetrius. “Allow me.” He waved the escort away. “Can I help you, sir?” Christ, it was Danford from White’s. He scarcely recognized the gentleman, he was so altered from his usual appearance. His face was blood red, he staggered around and puffed out his cheeks as though he’d been running a marathon. His clothing was pulled askew to the point his cravat was in danger of unravelling. “Danford? What’s the matter man?”

“What is the meaning of this outburst?” The imposing figure of Mrs. Dove-Lyon, shrouded in her accustomed black, materialized as out of thin air.

Her appearance took Thomas by surprise. He stumbled back a step as did Danforth. Despite Mrs. Dove-Lyon’s veil, which obscured her facial expression, Thomas couldn’t help but imagine her intense gaze blistering Danford’s soul.

“Lord Danford!” Her raised voice finally penetrated the frantic man’s brain and he swung around to face the proprietress. “Why are you disturbing The Lyon’s Den in this shameful manner?”

“I’ve got to find her.” Danford leaned toward Mrs. Dove-Lyon, his face contorted as a gargoyle’s. He grasped the woman’s shoulders in a cruel grip. “I know she’s—”

Before he could finish his sentence, Danford was torn away from Mrs. Dove-Lyon by Demetrius, who hoisted him up into the air as though he weighed no more than a ragdoll. “Shall I dispose of him, madam?”

From the man’s tone Thomas wasn’t quite certain if he intended on merely throwing Danford out of the establishment or actually killing him. The escort was certainly capable of either action.

“A moment, Demetrius.” Mrs. Dove-Lyon held up a finger. “Lord Danford, who is it you are seeking?”

“Honoria Quinn. My mother-in-law’s companion.” Danford dangled from Demetrius’s hand, amazingly unconcerned about his precarious position. “I know she’s here. I saw her. You’re hiding her from me.”

Cocking her head, Mrs. Dove-Lyon appeared perplexed. “And if she were here, what business would it be of yours? As I remember you already have a wife and therefore have no need of another.”

Danford’s mouth worked comically, opening and closing as he tried to fashion an answer that would be even somewhat acceptable. “We were in conversation about a business proposition.”

“A business proposition?”

Inwardly, Thomas groaned. That could mean only one thing. An offer to become Danford’s mistress. Poor woman. With her name shouted to the rafters here she might have no other choice now. Once Lady Danford heard of the matter Miss Quinn would be out on her ear and everyone in London would know why. Even if the woman had done nothing wrong, her means of livelihood had just been snatched from her.

I’m celebrating all week long with a virtual blog tour with Goddess Fish Tours. The tour has 5 – 7 stops each day this week on a variety of blogs promoting the book. To make it a little more interesting, I’m offering a $20 gift card at the end of the tour to be drawn randomly by Goddess Fish from all those who commented on the blogs.

Each day this week I’ll post the list of blogs hosting the book with the links to facilitate your following along–and maybe winning the gift card in the process. Hopefully the blogs will be fun to follow. I’ll have questions for each stop to prompt those comments. 🙂

Here are today’s blog tour stops:

1: Fabulous and Brunette
2: Westveil Publishing
3: Words of Wisdom from The Scarf Princess
4: It’s Raining Books
5: Wendi Zwaduk – Romance to Make Your Heart Race

Hope to see you there!

Oh, and on Wednesday I’ll be having a Release Party on my blog complete with prizes! Don’t forget to drop by.

Pride of Lyon’s is available for pre-order on Amazon for just .99! Grab your copy now!

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Pride of Lyon’s Virtual Book Tour

BLURB:

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?

My newest Regency, Pride of Lyon’s, is releasing on Wednesday, so I’m celebrating all week long with a virtual blog tour. The tour has 5 – 7 stops each day this week on a variety of blogs promoting the book. To make it a little more interesting, I’m offering a gift card at the end of the tour to be drawn randomly by Goddess Fish Tours from all those who commented on the blogs.

Each day this week I’ll post the list of blogs hosting the book with the links to facilitate your following along–and maybe winning the gift card in the process. Hopefully the blogs will be fun to follow. I’ll have questions for each stop to prompt those comments. 🙂

Here are today’s blog tour stops:

1: Literary Gold
2: Wake Up Your Wild Side
3: Edgar’s Books
4: Beyond Romance
5: Yolanda Speaks
6: The Key of Love
7: Straight from the Library

Hope to see you there!

Oh, and on Wednesday I’ll be having a Release Party on my blog complete with prizes! Don’t forget to drop by.

Pride of Lyon’s is available for pre-order on Amazon for just .99! Grab your copy now!

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Weekend Writing Warriors ~ 06/26/22 ~ Pride of Lyon’s ~ A Cry for Help

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors !

This week I’m continuing with snippets from Pride of Lyon’s, my upcoming release. Hope you like this newest novella for The Lyon’s Den shared world from Katheryn Le Veque and Dragonblade Publishing.

BLURB:

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?

I’m continuing this snippet immediately after the last snippet. Honoria has run through the streets of London with Lord Danford in pursuit on foot and has hopefully found a sanctuary. Enjoy!

EXCERPT:

“Do you have an appointment?” The first woman cocked her head and gave Honoria a thorough look from her disheveled head to her muddy half-boots.

“No, I’m sorry I do not, but I need help desperately.” She glanced down the stairs, dreading to see Lord Danford racing up them. “There’s a gentleman pursuing me who I must escape from–if I do not, I’ll be ruined.” Honoria looked from one impassive face to the other. “Please, I beg of you, help me.”

“Do you know Mrs. Dove-Lyon?”

Honoria nodded, even though she’d never heard the name before.

“Can you pay for her services?”

And a little more for good measure…

On the tip of her tongue to ask what those services were, Honoria decided she didn’t really care. If they kept her safe from his lordship, what did it matter? And no, she couldn’t pay—all her hard-earned money was back in her room at Danford House. But these women didn’t have to know that. Honoria had never lied in her life, but needs must when the devil drives. “Yes, yes I can pay.”

Another glanced exchanged between these guards, then the dark haired one nodded and opened the door. “This way, miss.”

Don’t forget to check out the rest of the Warriors here. There are some fantastic snippets to be read.

Pride of Lyon’s is available for pre-order on Amazon for .99. The book will release on June 29, so grab your copy ASAP!

 

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Weekend Writing Warriors ~ 06/12/22 ~ Pride of Lyon’s ~ “Can You Help Me?”

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors !

This week I’m continuing with snippets from Pride of Lyon’s, my upcoming release. Hope you like this newest novella for The Lyon’s Den shared world from Katheryn Le Veque and Dragonblade Publishing. Don’t you love the cover?

BLURB:

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?

I’m continuing this snippet a few pages later than last week’s snippet. Honoria has run through the streets of London with Lord Danford in pursuit on foot. Enjoy!

EXCERPT:

Where could she go to seek sanctuary? Any other block would have a church that might take her in, but this street also boasted only dark, inhospitable buildings–save for the one at the end of the street.

Standing at four or five stories, the structure ahead of her was certainly imposing, just as the others that surrounded it, but this one, painted a pale blue and with myriad windows lined in white, seemed to exude hospitality, as though it beckoned passersby in. It seemed the perfect place to apply for succor.

Honoria started for the welcoming front door only to be brought up short when she was all but upon it. Two rather tall, husky gentlemen stepped in front of the door, as though they were guarding it. A glance over her shoulder gave her a nasty turn: Lord Danford had just emerged onto the street, peering up and down it. He’d see her standing here any moment. It was all or nothing now.

And a little more for good measure…

Stalking up to the closer of the two guards, Honoria squared her shoulders and looked him in the eye. “Whose house is this, may I ask?”

The guards exchanged a glance. “Whose do you think it is?”

Desperation made her next words sharper than ever before. “I wouldn’t ask you if I knew, now would I?”

A chuckle from the near man made her clench her teeth. “Maybe you would and maybe you wouldn’t, miss. Who’re you looking for?”

“I’m looking for anyone who will help me.” She wanted so badly to turn again and see if Lord Danford had spotted her but was too afraid of what she might discover.

Again, the guards exchanged a glance, and the one who hadn’t yet spoken pointed to the corner of the house. “Ladies’ entrance is ‘round the side here. Pr’haps Hermia or Helena will be able to help you.”

The strange names made Honoria pause only a moment before she nodded and hurried in the direction the man had indicated. She called, “Thank you,” as she turned the corner and ran full out up the flight of stairs to an entryway on the second floor. This door was also guarded—what was this place—by two imposing women dressed in men’s clothing who Honoria assumed were Hermia and Helena. “Can you help me?”

Don’t forget to check out the rest of the Warriors here. There are some fantastic snippets to be read.

Pride of Lyon’s is available for pre-order on Amazon for .99. The book will release on June 29, so grab your copy ASAP!

 

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Where in the World is Jenna Jaxon? Final Part

Hi, Everyone.

I know it may seem like I dropped off the face of the world, and that’s pretty much what happened. The last you heard from me I was in Venice, about to go on a gondola ride on my final day there.

And then everything changed.

I woke up to a text from my husband, who had chest pains and didn’t feel well. It was 7am in Venice, but 1am in Virginia. I pursuaded him to go to the ER (a friend of my daughter’s took him) and I called my daughter who lives an hour and a half away and asked her to head to Gloucester. Then I called the airlines and changed my flights. I was supposed to continue on to Bozen, Italy with Ella Quinn, then to Germany, then to London before flying home. Instead I flew out that Friday night from Venice to London, then caught an early flight home the next morning, finally landing in Virginia at 2:30 pm on Saturday.

By that time my husband’s white count was off the charts and he’d been diagnosed with gallstones in his common bile duct. Serious if not treated, but finally on Tuesday they extracted the stones and on Thursday they took out the gallbladder. He got to come home on Friday. Except for being rather sore, my husband is doing very well, so I finally had time to explain where I’ve been and what I’ve been doing. I’m sure everyone understands.

However, because my flight out of Venice wasn’t until 9:45pm, I actually got to take the gondola ride! Here are pictures of it, quite an experience that I will never forget.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So that was my whirlwind Italian adventure. I hope to go back next year to see Rome and Ella’s home in Bozen and maybe some other parts of Europe. Until then, “Ciao!”

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Weekend Writing Warriors ~ 06/05/22 ~ Pride of Lyon’s ~ “I Can Be Very Generous”

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors !

It’s so good to be back at WWW! I should be penning this from London, however, things took a not so nice turn last week. My husband was hospitalized on my last day in Italy, so I cancelled the plans for Germany and England and flew home on Saturday. That’s why I was absent last week. But everything is now good. My husband is home–sans gallbladder–and I’m trying to get back to writing again!

Meanwhile, Pride of Lyon’s, my upcoming release, will be my June offering for WWW. Hope you like this newest novella for The Lyon’s Den shared world from Katheryn Le Veque and Dragonblade Publishing. Don’t you love the cover?

BLURB:

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?

I’m starting this snippet in the middel of the action. Lord Danford has just entered a closed carriage with Miss Honoria Quinn and is making very bold advances toward her. By all rights, she’s ruined in Society’s eyes. But Honoria’s not taking this lying down, so to speak. Enjoy!

EXCERPT:

“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.

And a little more for good measure…

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.

Don’t forget to check out the rest of the Warriors here. There are some fantastic snippets to be read.

Pride of Lyon’s is available for pre-order on Amazon for .99. The book will release on June 29, so grab your copy ASAP!

 

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Pride of Lyon’s ~ New Jenna Jaxon Novella on Pre-Order!

If you remember back in the winter, I told everyone I’d been asked to contribute a novella to Katheryn Le Veque’s The Lyon’s Den Regency series. Well, low and behold, the novella is now on pre-order on Amazon! Here is the gorgeous cover.

BLURB:

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?

How does that sound for a steamy Regency romance?

Here’s a little excerpt to whet your appetite.

EXCERPT:

Suddenly the carriage door opened, the metal steps clanged down, and Lord Danford’s smiling face appeared mere inches from hers.

Startled by his unexpected presence, Honoria froze like a rabbit in a trap. He was so close all she could see were predatory teeth in his widely grinning mouth.

“Miss Quinn. How do you do? Please, you must sit down.” He grasped her arm and pushed her onto the rear facing seat. “When the carriage starts you’ll be thrown off balance. John!” Lord Danford called to the coachman and sat opposite her. “Drive on.”

The carriage jerked forward, throwing Honoria back into the seat as they commenced their journey once more.

Trying not to panic, Honoria gripped her hands in her lap. Her fingers were like ice inside her gloves. Her whole body seemed to have grown cold and she fought the trembling that threatened to overtake her. Lord Danford had done nothing to her so far, save try to keep her from falling. However, her slight suspicions earlier had become a full-fledged certainty that his intentions were anything but honorable. He stared at her now, his dark eyes as intent upon her as a wolf’s might be as he stared at a rabbit he wanted to devour. When his tongue darted out to lick his full lips, Honoria fought the urge to swoon. The man was bent on ravishing her, she’d wager her soul on it. “Begging your pardon, my lord, but why are you here?”

Impossibly, his smile widened and Honoria’s stomach sank. “You seem somewhat distraught, my dear. Pray do be at ease.” He patted her hands and Honoria’s flesh crawled. “I had sent for the carriage to collect me from my club. When Mrs. Edwards became ill, I saw no reason we couldn’t share the vehicle for the short journey.”

A plausible story that was almost believable. However, Mrs. Edward’s illness—if she was indeed ill—had come on suddenly, according to James. If Lord Danford had been at his club, how would he know of it? No, 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.”

Pride of Lyon’s is now on pre-order on Amazon for .99. It will release on June 29 at which time it will also be available in print and Kindle Unlimited. Hope you will grab your copy today!

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Where in the World is Jenna Jaxon? Part 6 ~ Venice

Buongiorno!

Yesterday was a travel day and Ella and I ended up traveling by train and water taxi to

VENICE!

This really is the most incredible place. The city is an island, accessible by water taxis and water busses. Once you get onto the island, there are no cars or scooters (at least none that I have seen) because the streets are amazingly narrow. If you wander around you eventually come out into large piazzas, like Piazza di San Marco where there are hotels, restaurants, entertainments, all kinds of wonderful things.

We’ve been shopping quite a bit, especially today. We took a tour from our hotel, Hotel Kette, over to the island of Murano where they have the most beautiful blown glass in the world. We watched as a master artisan blew a glass vase and then made a glass horse–in two minutes! Amazing.

I bought a couple of small souvinirs (only a couple as they are quite expensive) and we took another water bus over to Burano, famous for its lace. I went a little crazy there buying things for myself and then we had a delicious lunch (I had pasta with tuna, olives, capers, and tomatoes, sooo good.)

Finally we headed home, did some more shopping on the way–there are shops literally every ten feet or less–and just returned to the Kette after another wonderful pasta meal.

Tomorrow we are still in Venice and will have another adventure…so come back to find out what else we’ve been up to tomorrow!

Ciao!

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Where in the World is Jenna Jaxon? Part 5 ~ Florence

Good afternoon from Florence, everyone!

Yesterday morning Ella and I did some last minute shopping in Naples, then took the train up to Florence.

This city is very different from Naples. The streets are just as narrow, but there are fewer restaurant tables on the sides of the streets. The traffic seems tamer, although it’s still quite hectic. But the buildings are still ancient, the streets made of cobblestones, and fountains appear on all manner of streetcorners.

STATUE OF NEPTUNE

Mostly today was about shopping. We walked down to the Ponte Vecchio and spent the morning window shopping in tons of jewelry stores. We also visited some ceramic stores (where I went a little crazy), and ended up at a nice little restaurant for lunch and then an aperitif.

More shopping (I said the day was about shopping), then back to the hotel for a little rest before dinner at Cino & Sons Restaurant, maybe my favorite restaurant in Florence right now. Their entire menu can be made gluten free and lactose free, which I rarely find in the states. I thoroughly enjoyed the plate of olives in olive oil and crunchy pizza bread with garlic sauce that they brought to the table, then ordered gnocchi for the first time in about 10 years. It was truly delicious. I know I will return there at least once before I leave.

ME ON THE POINTE VECCHIO

Ella and I are now relaxing, getting ready for bed, listening to the sounds of the street night life outside our window (sometimes LATE into the night!).

Tomorrow, still in Florence, I’ll be going to …

Come back tomorrow to find out my next place of adventure!

 

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Weekend Writing Warriors ~ 05/22/22 ~ As Long As You’re Mine ~ “You Fell Asleep?”

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Today’s post is continuing snippets from one of my WIPs. It’s an historical romance I completed almost 10 years ago, queried and got rejected numerous times, and put away when I started writing the Widows’ Club series. I’m now dusting it off and revising it and thought I’d give you all first peek at it. If some of you have been around since the days of 6 Sentence Sunday, you might remember it:  As Long As You’re Mine. It’s set in the late Victorian era, which was fun to research. Enjoy!

EXCERPT:

The dim interior of the room, lit only by the cool moonlight spilling around the drapes at the single window, made Amanda pause as her eyes adjusted to the lack of light. She then crept to the foot of a massive four-poster bed that jutted into the center of the room. For a moment, she simply stood there, looking down at the shadowy lump under the coverlet. A gentle snore rumbled from the still figure.

“You fell asleep?” she murmured into the darkness. She would’ve thought the man would be wide-awake and eager to take her into his arms, into his bed. Disgusted by Raif’s lack of interest, she turned to go. It was one thing to want a man she could hold at arm’s length, but not one so weak-willed he had no spine, or enthusiasm, whatsoever.

In the silence, the ticking clock sounded a single note–quarter past two. Halfway to the door Amanda paused.

And a little more for good measure…

Perhaps Raif had waited in bed for her for hours. She’d lost sight of him after the company had broken up for the night around midnight. After waiting so long he might even have believed she’d decided against the plan at the last minute. That was fair. She was certainly committed to the scheme, but she had to admit she’d had doubts not long ago. Not only about this night but about Raif himself.

She sighed. It would be wonderful to marry a man who knew her, who understood her and would love her. A man she could love in return. But that was the fairytale her father had spun and a far cry from the reality of his own marriage. She shook off the thought. After tonight, Raif would at least understand the depth of her determination if nothing else.

She moved to the far side of the bed, careful not to make a noise. Another glance toward the closed door and her heart sped up at faint words audible in the hallway. Had her father come that quickly? She needed time to get into bed with Raif, time to wake him up so he could at least look like they had been in the throes of passion. She had to be thoroughly compromised for this to work, although she supposed just being in the room like this would assure her ruination. But she wanted to make certain.

She untied her robe and let it fall to the floor. Not giving herself a moment to doubt, she pulled the frilled nightgown over her head to join the robe at her feet. Gooseflesh raced across her body, but not from the cool air. A rush of foreboding made her shiver then she shook her head. If her father wanted her married, so be it. But on her terms.

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