ONE DAY 99c sale (and an update)!
May 18, 2024 2:08 pm
Happy May!
I will be super brief today! I know, The Notorious Lady was supposed to come out early this month... But due to some personal issues I am a bit backlogged.
I am still trying to dig myself out of a bit of a pickle, but I am working on bringing you The Notorious Lady as soon as I can. I will email you once the book is released, and everyone who signed up for an ARC copy will receive that as well.
For now...
I have massive event with over 100 Historical Romance books priced at 99c each!
This event includes A Bargain with the Rake, a steamy marriage of convenience, road trip romance with one bed trope, a lot of laughter and steam!
And coincidentally, book 1 in this series is on Kindle Deal for $1.99 in the US and Canada. Today only! (May 18th)
That's it from me for now! And as usual, here are some books from my friends.
New Releases from my friends:
One Fine May…
Furious that his son was featured in the notorious Rake Review column, Evander Beauclerk’s stickler father issues an ultimatum: give up his dissolute ways and marry a respectable woman by the end of the month, or the family fortune will go to his dimwitted cousin. Vander knows plenty of courtesans and opera dancers, but only one respectable woman, and that’s his best friend’s little sister, Lady Leticia Daughtrey. Desperate, he asks Letty to help him find a suitable bride.
He'll look and see…
For one heartbreaking moment, Letty thought Vander was asking her to marry him. The notion isn’t so far-fetched—after two men issued competing proposals in the middle of a crowded ballroom, the bachelors of London have developed a newfound appreciation for the girl they’d always taken for granted.
And he will know their love was meant to be…
Now, not only does Letty have to figure out which of her own suitors to marry, she’s tasked with finding a bride for the man she’s pined after for years. But Letty isn’t going down without a fight. If she’s going to help Vander, he can bloody well help her, too. And how can she choose which man should share her bed for the rest of her life if she’s never even had a proper kiss? Letty and Vander’s tutorials quickly go from illustratory to incendiary. Which is just how Letty wants it. Because…
One Fine May, he’s gonna want her for his girl!
Mad Duke March Sneak Peek:
A woman stood by the window, her back turned to him, looking out. She turned to face him the moment Tyrone entered the room.
She was a tiny little thing—not much in the way of a bosom—wrapped in a dull green gown and a dirty blue Spencer jacket. The skirt of the gown, which normally clung to a lady’s rounded hips hung shapelessly from her waist. If she were indeed a harlot, she would not be the one he would have chosen for himself. But as long as she was here…
“Good day,” he said and walked toward the side table. He poured himself two fingers of whisky and took a sip before turning toward his guest.
“I apologize for interrupting your day,” she said timidly. Her voice was pleasant and smooth, like the smoky whisky he’d just partaken in. He wondered how she might sound screaming from ecstasy.
“You did not,” he said as his gaze slid down her gown again, imagining that perhaps the atrocious gown was hiding unknown pleasures. “Or at the very least, I don’t mind this kind of interruption.”
The look of confusion passed her pale features. She was not the kind of woman he found attractive. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, her brows knitted in a frown, her hair was hidden under the hideous-looking bonnet with a few short curls framing her rounded face. She looked like a prim governess. And while some men enjoyed playing the conquerors of virtuous women, Tyrone preferred his women loose. Unburdened. Passionate.
He would never turn her away, however. She was a woman. And there was no such thing as an unattractive woman to him. Plain looking, certainly. But some primal instinct within him still wanted to unwrap her and see what was beyond those clothes.
He swallowed, his voice thick with rising passion. “Come here and spread your lovely thighs.”
The look of confusion and horror that flashed in her eyes was almost tangible. “Pardon me?” He could’ve sworn she sounded offended.
“Oh, I shall pardon you if that’s what you want. Or I can punish you.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively as he propped his hips against the side table and patted his knee. “Come here.”
“I beg your pardon!” The woman’s pale face turned dark red. Her lips trembled and she seemed incapable of intelligible thought for one long moment. Then her features turned thunderous. “I am not here to suffer your rude behavior.”
Tyrone’s worst fear had materialized. This woman was not here to pleasure him.
He took another sip of his drink.
But that made no sense! Why else would a woman cross the threshold of his house? “Then why are you here?”
She squinted at him, her lips pursed in indignation. “You do not remember me at all, do you? Why should you? You were well into your cups when we met last—”
“Apologies, love,” he cut her off as his nagging headache only worsened from the inflow of her words. “But I am not much into remembering faces. Now if we talk about what’s under those skirts—”
She seemed to choke on air. “How dare you!”
He rolled his eyes and waved a dismissing hand. “Already bored.” He pressed a cool glass to his aching forehead.
“I demand you apologize to me this instant!” she cried.
Tyrone didn’t look at the woman anymore, but in his mind’s eye, he could easily imagine her outraged expression. “I shall do no such thing.”
“I did not come here to listen to your vulgarities!”
Tyrone downed the remainder of his whisky, placed the empty glass on the side table and regarded the seething lady. “If you did not come here to… well, come. Then why are you here?”
She scrunched up her face as if trying to decipher his words, but finally gave up. When she spoke, every word came out bitingly through her teeth. “My name is Miss Emily Fitzwilliam.”
Tyrone watched her steadily. “I shan’t remember that.”
“And I came here to demand you marry me.”
Sadie Bosque
