I admit it, I have a weakness. And my weakness is romantic comedies. There have been so many Saturday afternoons
I’ve lost by walking through the living room when one of my favorites is
playing on TV. Laundry and errands? What laundry and errands? I have to spend the next few hours curled up
on the sofa, watching Dirty Dancing for the 473rd time. It’s this same magnetic pull toward a love
story that inspired me to read romance novels, and to write them. So I thought I would share with you one of my
favorite romantic comedies, and the romance novel it reminds me of.
Pretty Woman and Any Duchess Will Do by Tessa
Dare
We all know the plot to Pretty Woman,
right? Important corporate dude hires a
girl off the street to be his date during his business trip. They fall in love, he screws it up. But then he shows up in the white limo and
climbs up the fire escape…It’s epic. In
Tessa Dare’s Any Duchess Will Do, a Duke hires a serving girl for a week to
prove a point to his mother. She fills
the role of future Duchess, and he falls for her in the process. It’s perfect for those of you who want to be
swept off your feet by a Duke…which would be most of you…and me. *grins*
Do
you have a favorite romantic comedy?
Does the plot remind you of a book you enjoyed?
The Infamous Heir
Spare Heirs, 1
Elizabeth Michaels
Sourcebooks Casablanca
March 1, 2016
The Spare Heirs Society Cordially
Invites You to Meet Ethan Moore: The Scoundrel
Lady Roselyn Grey’s debut has finally
arrived, and of course, she has every flounce and flutter planned. She’ll wear
the perfect gowns and marry the perfect gentleman…that is, if the formerly
disinherited brother of the man she intends to marry doesn’t ruin everything
first.
Ethan Moore is a prize-fighting second son
and proud founding member of the Spare Heirs Society—and that’s all he ever
should have been. But, in an instant, his brother’s noble title is his, the
eyes of the ton are upon him, and the lady he’s loved for years would
rather meet him in the boxing ring than the ballroom.
He’s faced worse. With the help of his Spare
Heirs brotherhood, Ethan’s certain he can get to the bottom of his brother’s unexpected
demise and win the impossible lady who has haunted his dreams for as
long as he can remember…
Excerpt:
“You can’t spare a footman
to haul my trunks and valise inside?” Roselyn asked.
Mr. Ethan Moore didn’t seem
to mind the rain that splashed down on them in the drive. “I’m afraid not.”
“Not a single servant to
assist your guests as they arrive? And I thought Ormesby Place to be a
welcoming, organized home. The devil it is.” She muttered the last bit under
her breath, sure he hadn’t heard her.
“What was that, my lady?”
he asked, leaning in.
“Oh, nothing.” How had he
heard her comment? She always tried to be so careful of such things. It was as
if the ugly habits she’d worked so diligently to eliminate from her life were
rising to the surface against her will. And she blamed Mr. Ethan Moore for
every bit of it.
“If your precious
possessions mean so much to you, princess, I will personally assist you with
your things.”
Finally he was going to see
reason. She smiled in relief. “Well, that was all I required. Thank you.”
He bent and lifted the
small valise from the top of the pile of trunks, slinging it over his shoulder
with a grin. “That trunk looks light enough. You should be able to manage it.”
With those careless words, he turned and began to stroll away toward the door.
Was he whistling? What an
infuriating man!
Roselyn stood rooted to the
ground in shock for a moment, watching him walk away through the rain. Then,
something snapped within her. The gently bred lady she tried to portray was
stripped away, leaving behind the young, reckless girl she thought she’d
outgrown years ago. He couldn’t walk away from her in such a manner.
She took two steps to the
edge of a flower bed, scooped up a fistful of fresh soil within her white-
gloved hand and flung it as hard as she could at Mr. Moore’s back. Watching as
it splattered across his upper arm, slinging droplets onto his cheek, she felt
a moment of visceral triumph. Then she gaped at him.
What had she done? She
hadn’t even considered doing anything so childish in years— not since that
summer when she’d set a trap to trip him as he crossed one of the fields, then
laughed as he tugged her down into the dirt with him. The memory of her laughter
faded as reality set in. Her plans! What had she been thinking? But, of course,
she hadn’t been thinking.
He turned, an affronted
look crossing his face as he stared at her.
In that moment, in spite of
their current ages, he was the boy next door again, chasing Katie and her
through the woods as they cackled with glee. She bit her lip to keep from
laughing.
He glanced down at his arm
in disbelief, dropped her valise to the ground, and began prowling toward her.
Oh. Perhaps this had been a mistake. A challenging gleam filled his eyes,
turning them as dark as black water in a cold lake.
Oh dear. She blinked once,
twice, then turned and ran.
She’d made it to the corner
of the house where the edge of the lush gardens overlooked the moors when she
felt a large hand wrap around her upper arm, dragging her to a halt. She could
feel the heat of him behind her. She had never been so close to a man before.
Her heart hammered within her body. Even Lord Ayton had never dared touch her
like this. She’d never felt a gentleman’s body pressed into hers as Mr. Moore’s
was now.
“Leaving so soon?” he
murmured, his lips almost grazing the rim of her ear.
Praise for The Infamous Heir:
“Michels’s latest is the complete package: a captivating romance
with gripping suspense wrapped up in a novel to be savored.”
— Publishers Weekly, STARRED
Review
“Readers are treated to Michels’ strongest story yet. The engaging
characters, intricate plotline and powerful love story hold readers from
beginning to end as they watch the changing relationship between headstrong
lovers as they unravel a mystery. Savor this tale.” — RT Book Reviews, 4.5 Stars
and March Top Pick!
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Elizabeth Michels grew up on
a Christmas tree farm in rural South Carolina. After tip-toeing her way through
school with her focus on ballet steps and her nose in a book, she met a boy and
followed him a thousand miles away from home to Kansas City, Missouri, before
settling down in North Carolina.
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