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!
“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:
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.