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Cara Elliott's Passionate, Enticing, Reckless Top 5 List
What's something you're passionate about: Beethoven’s “Eroica” (Heroic) Symphony
Name one of Hollywood's most Enticing hunks: Ioan Gruffyd
What's one reckless activity you've always wanted to try? An aerial 360 on a snowboard
Share a fun fact about your book: This is the first time I’ve written a Scottish hero, and after doing a little research on what makes them so hot (think Gerard Butler and James McAvoy) it won’t be the last! (Yes, yes, it’s hard work being an author.)
Share a fun fact about you: My "pet" is a 2,000 lb. vintage Vandercook 211 printing press, and I love hand setting metal type and printing limited edition books.
Lily Dalton's Passionate, Enticing, Reckless Top 5 List
What's something you're passionate about: Kids. Not just mine. All kids. They deserve our time. They deserve our best.
Name one of Hollywood's most Enticing hunks: Robert Downey, Jr. (Makes Me Laugh!)
What's one reckless activity you've always wanted to try? Zip-line above the South American rainforest.
Share a fun fact about your book: There’s a RAID!! (It’s the LAW!) True fact: I was once at a drinking establishment during a raid. It was very exciting. However, please note: my record remains clean.
Share a fun fact about you: I just adopted two three-year old Anatolian/German Shepherds, a brother and a sister, whose names are Bear and Bella. They are both formidable and super sweet, but also very naughty! There’s a reason they look just like Dr. Seuss’ The Diggingest Dog! They are a daily source of yard-agony for my husband.
Vicky Dreiling's Passionate, Enticing, Reckless Top 5 List
What's something you're passionate about: My supportive family and friends
Name one of Hollywood's most Enticing hunks: Chris Hemsworth—Future hero
What's one reckless activity you've always wanted to try? Bartend for one night (Is taste testing allowed?)
Share a fun fact about your book: Colin and Angeline work together to assess the condition of a long unoccupied ancestral home. This necessitated a great deal of research that included cooking ranges, making fire with tinder boxes, and the uses of sand for cleaning. Naturally, I wondered where they procured water. It was collected from wells or rainwater butts. Alternatively, a well was positioned beneath the floor in the scullery with a hand pump next to a sink.
Share a fun fact about you: I took a really funny photo in Bath of a Roman in a loincloth. It’s attached for your visual pleasure.
The youngest of the Hellions of High Street, Caro Sloane has watched her two sisters have exhilarating encounters with dashing heroes, and now she is longing for some excitement of her own. After all, how can she write truly passionate poetry until she has experienced a Grand Adventure? But that seems unlikely to happen as she'll be spending the next few weeks in the quiet spa town of Bath, where nothing grand or adventurous ever happens . . . until she and her new friend Isobel are nearly abducted while walking on a quiet country road-only to be rescued by Alec McClellan, the moody and mysterious Scottish lord she met at Dunbar Castle.
Alec has come to England to deal with a treacherous betrayal and fears that his half-sister Isobel is in peril from an old enemy. Does he dare share his secrets with Caro? The bold and brave beauty leaves him no choice, and together they are quickly caught up in a swirl of dangerous intrigue . . . where fiery desire between them may ignite into the greatest danger of all.
Alec has come to England to deal with a treacherous betrayal and fears that his half-sister Isobel is in peril from an old enemy. Does he dare share his secrets with Caro? The bold and brave beauty leaves him no choice, and together they are quickly caught up in a swirl of dangerous intrigue . . . where fiery desire between them may ignite into the greatest danger of all.
About the author:
Cara Elliott started writing Westerns at age five but moved on to Regency romance after reading Pride and Prejudice. (Clearly she has a thing for Men in Boots!) A graduate of Yale University, she lives and works in New York City.
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Excerpt for Passionately Yours:
“One would almost think you were
going out of your way to avoid speaking to me.”
“We’re speaking now,” he pointed
out.
“I would call it verbal sparring.”
Caro edged around impatiently, forcing him to look her in the face. “But now
that I have you alone, I’d rather not keep trading thrusts and parries. I would
rather discuss far more important matters—such as whether you have learned
anything new about the attack on your sister?”
Pursing his lips, Alec shifted his
stance just enough to allow him to return to his perusal of the lettering on
the column. “Not really.”
“Ye gods.” She restrained the urge
to take hold of his arm and give him a hard shake. “What sort of answer is that?”
“The only one I intend to give,” he
replied calmly.
“Fine.” Caro watched the breeze
ruffle his long hair, causing a tangle of red-gold strands to curl around his
ear and dance down the freshly shaven line of his jaw. The faint scent of bay
rum tickled at her nostrils.
“Fine,” she repeated, after forcing
herself to exhale. “Then I’ll just have to do a little poking around on my
own.”
That got his attention. He looked
around abruptly, his gaze narrowing to a slitted stare. The movement was quick,
but not quick enough to hide the sudden darkening of his eyes.
“That wouldn’t be wise,” he
growled. “The only thing I will add for now is that you should stay well away
from Edward Thayer.”
“Why?”
“Because…” He let out an
exasperated grunt. “Must you always plague me with questions?”
“I wouldn’t have to if you would
stop treating me like a feather-headed wigeon.”
Alec’s scowl became more
pronounced.
“Haven’t I proved myself
trustworthy and capable?”
A small muscle on his jaw twitched.
“I am not at liberty to give you any more details right now. All I can say is
that…” As he drew in a breath, he seemed to change his mind about what to say.
“Thayer is a charming fellow. No doubt his smooth words are more to your
liking.”
Deciding Alec deserved a bit of
teasing, Caro pretended not to notice the roughness edging his voice. “Yes,
he’s exceedingly charming.”
If his storm-blue stare squeezed any tighter, it would be
sharper than a razor’s edge.
“And scrupulously polite,” she
added.
Alec was becoming more flustered.
Small sounds were beginning to rumble in his throat, like the growling of a
bear. “I do not have Thayer’s gift of making myself agreeable. He has a honeyed
tongue, which seems to appeal to all the ladies.”
“Honey is, after all, a great deal
more palatable than vinegar,” Caro pointed out.
He now looked utterly nonplussed.
Caro let him stew for a moment
longer before huffing an exasperated sigh. “Oh, for heaven’s sake, give me some
credit for having a brain, Lord Strathcona! Of course I don’t find Thayer
appealing. When honey drips that freely, it ought to catch naught but flies.”
The growls ceased.
Caro waited for him to speak.
Ever so slowly, Alec shifted his
feet, stirring tiny puffs of pale dust beneath his boots.
The flicker of dark leather caused
a momentary spasm of doubt as she recalled her chilling encounter in the
churchyard.
Alec
as evil? She couldn’t explain how, but she knew with a certainty that
resonated right down to her very heartbeat that it couldn’t be true.
“Are you saying you would trust my
word over his?”
“Yes, you big lummox! I don’t know
why I should, but I prefer your snaps and growls.”
A dappling of sunlight seemed to
catch on the curl of his lashes, gilding them to a gleaming gold.
“You are forthright, you are
honorable in your own maddening way,” she went on. Oh, no man ought to have
such beautiful eyes.
She found herself staring, and at
that moment, all rational thought seemed to dance away in the breeze. His face
was utterly intriguing—a mix of chiseled planes and well-defined features that
hinted at hidden secrets.
“And… well, you are quite the most
interesting man I have ever met.” Her legs suddenly seemed a little unsteady,
so Caro reached out and caught hold of his lapels.
Looking up, she found his mouth was
only inches from hers.
“Oh, bosh—I shall probably regret
this…” Standing on tiptoes, Caro kissed him. Not a mere feathering of flesh
against flesh, but a hard, hungry embrace that she let go on for far, far
longer than any proper young lady should dare.
“There, I have no doubt shocked
you.”
The tip of his tongue traced along
the swell of his lower lip.
“I imagine you think me a wanton
hellion, and I suppose I am. It must be my eccentric upbringing. I don’t care
very much for rules.”
Caro knew she was babbling but she
couldn’t seem to stop. “You may consign me to the Devil. But at least I shall
dance a merry jig on my way to perdition.”
Was
that finally a hint of smile?
She finally dared pause to take a
breath. A long, shuddering breath. Now was the time to flee, before she made an
even bigger fool of herself.
But Alec suddenly shifted again,
blocking her way.
“I, too, shall probably regret
this,” he said as he slowly circled his arms around her and pulled her close.
She opened her mouth. To protest?
Before she could make any sense of
what she had set in motion, their lips met again, setting off a fierce jolt of
fire.
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NEVER ENTICE AN EARL by Lily Dalton
(April 29, 2014; Forever Mass Market; $8.00)
A Deception Most Reckless
Lady Daphne Bevington would do anything for her maid Kate-including masquerading as Kate and sneaking around the wrong side of London to settle the poor girl's debt. Yet her innocent ruse takes a scandalous turn when "Kate" runs into a handsome gentleman on a secret quest of his own. A moment of passion could cost Daphne her reputation, but how can she ignore the stranger's searing kiss?
An Arrangement Most Wicked
Lord Cormack Northmore is determined to find the immoral peer who ruined his sister. So when he learns that the irresistible woman he knows as "Kate" is the Season's most sought-after debutante, Cormack plans to use her connections to help him set a trap. Now, the closer Cormack gets to uncovering the villain who haunts the ton's ballrooms, the more he realizes that the lovely lady is in danger herself. Will he abandon his quest for revenge-or risk losing his one chance at love?
An Arrangement Most Wicked
Lord Cormack Northmore is determined to find the immoral peer who ruined his sister. So when he learns that the irresistible woman he knows as "Kate" is the Season's most sought-after debutante, Cormack plans to use her connections to help him set a trap. Now, the closer Cormack gets to uncovering the villain who haunts the ton's ballrooms, the more he realizes that the lovely lady is in danger herself. Will he abandon his quest for revenge-or risk losing his one chance at love?
About the author:
Lily Dalton grew up as an Army brat, moving from place to place. Her first stop after relocating was always the local library, where she could hang out with familiar friends: Books! Lily has an English degree from Texas A & M University and after graduation worked as a legal assistant in the fields of accident reconstruction and litigation. She now lives in Houston , Texas, with her family. When she isn't at work on her next manuscript, she spends her time trying out new recipes, cheering on her favorite Texas football teams and collecting old dishes, vintage linens and other fine "junque" from thrift stores and flea markets.
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Excerpt from Never Desire an Earl:
The heat in his gaze
intensified. He leaned toward her, his handsome face commanding her full
attention. “So tell me, Kate, in addition to being a dancer to pay off this
debt, and not a very talented one at that, did you also entertain patrons?”
“Entertain?” She
blinked, flustered by his proximity, and his overwhelming maleness. Had he
truly said she was not a good dancer? And wait… he had said patrons. She frowned. “I beg your
pardon?”
Certainly he did not
believe…well, she supposed he might,
given the sordid circumstances in which he’d found her.
One dark eyebrow lifted.
“The Blue Swan is a brothel.”
“Never,” she blurted,
heat rising to scald her cheeks. “This was my first night ever to go to that
place, and it was not at all what I’d expected.” She spoke the truth now. Not
all her words were lies. “All I had was the address on a scrap of paper, and
instructions that I would be a model in the tableaux.”
A sudden fear came over
her, a dreadful worry that in her naivety she’d misjudged the stranger beside,
that he wasn’t a gentleman, but instead just like the others who had crowded
against the stage, mindless with lust. He could easily overpower her, and
satisfy whatever male urges he wished.
But he did not. He
instead eased back into the seat until shadows obscured his countenance, all
but his sensual lips, which pursed and frowned. She sighed with relief
“Good.” He nodded. Below
his breath, he muttered, “Yes, good…I suppose.”
He conveyed a mixed
message, one of approval but also disappointment. What if she’d answered yes?
Would he have sought to make use of her services? All the wicked things Sophia
had described came to her in a vivid rush. Her mind entertained a fleeting
fantasy, one of tangled sheets, muscled limbs and bare skin.
The very idea of being
intimate with a stranger, with this
stranger—
She exhaled, bemused.
--was not as appalling
as it ought to be.
Perhaps it was the
graveness in his eyes, above lips that she suspected always carried some
semblance of a smile that made her heart contract and her blood run hot.
He really was nonpareil. No man in her social circle
compared, but that was because he obviously wasn’t a nobleman. No nobleman
would travel about London in a shabby, half-destroyed carriage nor converse on
such familiar terms with their driver.
“Who are you, Cormack?”
she asked.
“Just…a man.”
“Are you a newspaperman?
A store owner, or a sea captain? Please tell me, I want to know.”
“I…er, a merchant
actually. Saltpeter.”
That answered her
question. After tonight, she most certainly would never see him again. A
merchant would never be allowed into the ballrooms of the haute ton. Even if he was deliriously rich, which he obviously
wasn’t, given the condition of his equipage, the upper echelon of the beau monde, to which she had been born,
simply did not intermingle with men of trade.
Her adventurous nature
awakened. No, she didn’t intend to ever marry, but…what would be wrong with
kissing a handsome, intriguing stranger she’d never see again?
Everything inside her soared and spiraled and exploded
into sparkly stars at wondering. Again, her gaze settled on his mouth, which
slowly, as if it read her mind, turned up at the corners, making her catch her
breath.
At that moment, the
carriage made a sudden turn and tilted steeply. Daphne toppled, the whole of
her weight crushing into Cormack. His arms came round her, seizing her in place
against his chest. The carriage bounced down again, and continued on, to the
sound of Jackson cursing at another driver, but Cormack didn’t release her. How
she wished she wasn’t wearing the coat, which smelled of damp wool. He, on the
other hand, smelled delicious, like rainwater
and soap.
“How unexpected,” he
murmured, his mouth so close his breath feathered across her lips. “But not
unwelcome.”
“No,” she whispered. “Not…unwelcome.”
Just then the carriage
jerked to a stop and a hard rap sounded against the roof.
A low, bruxy growl emitted from Cormack’s throat. “What a
pity.”
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WHAT A RECKLESS ROGUE NEEDS by Vicky Dreiling
(March 25, 2014; Forever Mass Market; $8.00)
WILL THE ROGUE'S PERFECT PLAN . . .
Colin Brockhurst, Earl of Ravenshire, has no desire to wed, this season or any other. So when his father demands he give up his wild ways and take a wife, Colin refuses. But his father raises the stakes and threatens to sell the ancestral home if Colin doesn't comply. Now Colin has no choice but to find a wife. Unfortunately, the only woman he wants is the one whose heart he broke years ago.
LEAD TO THE PERFECT SEDUCTION?
Regardless of the ton's whispers, Lady Angeline Brenham won't settle for anything less than true love. After rejecting more than her share of suitable suitors, spinsterhood looms before her-until the devilishly handsome Colin reappears in her life with a proposition. Angeline vows to keep her feet on the ground and her heart in check. That is, until one searing kiss melts her resolve and reignites a burning desire for more . . .
Colin Brockhurst, Earl of Ravenshire, has no desire to wed, this season or any other. So when his father demands he give up his wild ways and take a wife, Colin refuses. But his father raises the stakes and threatens to sell the ancestral home if Colin doesn't comply. Now Colin has no choice but to find a wife. Unfortunately, the only woman he wants is the one whose heart he broke years ago.
LEAD TO THE PERFECT SEDUCTION?
Regardless of the ton's whispers, Lady Angeline Brenham won't settle for anything less than true love. After rejecting more than her share of suitable suitors, spinsterhood looms before her-until the devilishly handsome Colin reappears in her life with a proposition. Angeline vows to keep her feet on the ground and her heart in check. That is, until one searing kiss melts her resolve and reignites a burning desire for more . . .
About the author:
Vicky Dreiling is a confirmed historical romance junkie and Anglophile. Frequent business trips to the United Kingdom allowed her to indulge her passion for all things Regency England. Bath, Stonehenge, and Spencer House are among her favorite places. She is, however, truly sorry for accidentally setting off a security alarm in Windsor Castle. That unfortunate incident led her British colleagues to nickname her Trouble.
When she's not writing, Vicky enjoys reading, films, concerts, and, most of all, long lunches with friends. A native Texan, she holds degrees in English literature and marketing.
When she's not writing, Vicky enjoys reading, films, concerts, and, most of all, long lunches with friends. A native Texan, she holds degrees in English literature and marketing.
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Excerpt from What a Reckless Rogue Needs:
“Come with me,” she said, opening
the door to the bedchamber that she assumed had belonged to his father years
ago.
“Angeline, what are you about?”
“There is no need to worry. I’ve
no intention of seducing you.”
He sighed theatrically. “What a
pity.”
“You will have to look elsewhere
for sympathy.” She took him over to the shaving stand. “Have a look in the
glass.”
“My hair is even more of a
disheveled, curly mess than usual.” He met her gaze in the mirror. “When I was
a lad, I used to spit in my hands and try to wet down the curls.”
She laughed. “Eww.”
“I’m tempted now.”
“For whose benefit? I do not care
if your hair is standing on end.” Liar.
He turned and clutched his hands
to his heart. “Woe is me.”
A slow smile tugged at his mouth.
It was a kneeweakening, toe-curling rake’s smile meant to disarm a lady. She
was, of course, impervious to him. Well, maybe not completely.
“You’re a bit disheveled, too,” he
said.
“What?” She walked over to the
shaving mirror.
“Got you,” he said, laughing.
She spun around. “You’re as horrid
as a little boy.”
“I may be horrid, but I’m no boy.”
“You’re in luck. I find you mildly
tolerable today.”
“Lucky me,” he said, beginning to
close the distance between them.
She tried to ignore the husky note
in his voice, but the deep sound hummed inside her. Tension hung in the air, and
unbidden, she recalled the way his muscles had strained while he’d wielded that ax. She dared not let him know how he’d affected her.
“I have a confession to make,” he
said.
Now she couldn’t breathe, because
he was too close and the scent of him swirled all around her.
“I find you charming today.”
She took a step back and lifted
her chin. “It will wear off quickly.”
He took another step. There was a
languorous expression in his eyes. She might have noticed the amber hues in them,
but only because she was perceptive by nature. Drat it all. Why couldn’t he
have a long nose, pointed chin, and no muscles at all? And why after all these
years did she find him irresistible?
He advanced again. Now his boots
were inches away from the toes of her slippers.
She took two more steps back and
bumped against the mattress.
He closed his big hand around the
bedpost and his gaze flickered briefly to her décolletage. Her breasts felt
heavier, and her nipples tightened. The sound of his breath was faster and a
little rough. She was drawn to his full lower lip. Something inside of her gave
way to desire. She wanted to be closer to him.
As if he could read her thoughts,
he closed the scant distance between them. He angled his head and looked into
her eyes. “Is this surrender?”
The sensual haze cleared, and she
glared at him. Outrageous man. How dare he look at her bosom? Angeline
straightened her spine. “Do you think I am intimidated by you?”
“Not at all.” He wagged his brows.
“Those two steps back were merely dance steps. Am I correct?”
She closed the distance between
them in an effort to assert herself, but she realized the disadvantage
immediately. While she was tall for a lady, he was easily halfa head taller and
much too close. He filled her senses and belatedly she realized she’d invited a
rake into a bedchamber. Had she lost her wits?
“You are a shameless libertine.”
His chest shook with laughter.
“Not entirely shameless. I’ve had one or two guilt-ridden moments, but
fortunately they dissipated quickly.” His gaze slid over her body. “I suspect
you’ve been told many times how very beautiful you are.”
She knew it was a rake’s trick to
murmur sweet words and tempt a lady to loosen her morals, but he looked at her
with intent. Without thinking, she wet her lips, and that drew his attention.
She’d inadvertently signaled she wanted a kiss, but of course she would rather
kiss a snake.
Tension vibrated between them. Now
was the moment to step away, but she stood rooted to the spot as if her feet were
mired in a bog.
He reached for her nape, just as
the knocker downstairs rapped repeatedly.
She gasped, and they sprang apart.
Rake that he was, he winked and
said, “Saved by the knocker.”
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Congratulations on the new releases. As to the question, I'm stumped. There's not really anything reckless that I've done.
ReplyDeleteI am pretty boring now, but in my 20's I used to be a little reckless in my dating life! Not very cautious & had a couple of close calls. Enough said!
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ReplyDeleteMoved cross country for a temporary job that was temporary, but I met my husband and have been her 23 years now. :-)
ReplyDeleteI moved across the state for a job without knowing anyone there.
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Sharlene said it all....back in the day of my 20's and 30's, I was a bit of a wild child and some of those reckless chances I took had a few consequences. But we learn from our mistakes and I didn't make the same one twice!
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I really enjoyed the "reckless" moments shared by the three authors, and also the fun facts about their books and themselves. Ziplining? Aerial on a snowboard? Good grief! I've never done anything so reckless...I guess I'm a pussycat (or is scaredy cat?). I did go parasailing while at Cabo San Lucas one Summer. It was so exciting! And I've always wanted to go for a hot air balloon ride, but they're just way too expensive. That's about as reckless as I've been or want to be. :-) Thanks for this post and tour! jdh2690@gmail.com
ReplyDeleteSwitching major when I should have pick my new major as what I wanted in the first place. I wasted 2 years of college for it
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