Thursday, November 5, 2015

The WIcked QUills of London Virtual Tour




Successful playwright Maggie Delamere has no interest in the flirtations of noblemenlike Cameron, Viscount Marwood. She once paid dearly for a moment of weakness… and vows to rebuff the wildly persistent-and irritatingly handsome-scoundrel at every turn. But when pressure to deliver a new play hampers hercreativity, an invitation to see his country estate as a writer’s retreat is too tempting to resist...

For years, Cam has admired Maggie’s brilliant work and he can’t pass up the opportunity to discover if the beautiful, mysterious playwright is as passionate and clever as the words that flow from her quill. He’s never offered a lady his bed without being in it, but if it means loosening Maggie’s pen-and her inhibitions-he’ll do exactly that.

But soon Cam’s plans for seduction become a fight for Maggie’s heart. He’s more than the scandalous, carefree rake society believes him to be… and she’s the only woman who has ever noticed.




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EVA LEIGH is the pen name of a RITA® Award-nominated romance author who writes novels chock-full of smart women and sexy men. She enjoys baking, Tweeting about boots, and listening to music from the ‘80s. Eva and her husband live in Central California.





Chapter 1
Enter Phoebe, in country dress.
Phoebe: What a task I have set before me!
The Shattered Heart

London, 1816
The curtain at the Imperial Theater fell. The audience rose to its collective feet and applauded.Standing in his theater box, adding his own applause, Cameron Chalton, Viscount of Marwood was filled with excitement. Much as Cam enjoyed the theater—he went practically every night, and often saw the same work over and over, enjoying it anew each time—half the pleasure came after the performances.

“What say you, Marwood?” drawled Lord Eberhart, one of Cam’s companions for the evening. “Gaming at Donnegan’s? Shall we away to the rout at Lord Larkin’s? He’s brought in a whole bevy of beauties from France just for the occasion.”

“Why choose?” Cam answered with a laugh. “The night’s in its infancy, and we can do anything at all.”

“Good point.” Eberhart grinned. He wasn’t the brightest star in the firmament, but ever since Cam’s good friend Ashford had wed and settled into marital bliss, Cam couldn’t afford to be as selective with his company. Besides, Eberhart was always up for a night’s revelry. “Let’s 

“Not yet,” Cam answered, watching the theater slowly empty.

The Imperial was smaller than the other popular theaters in London, with only three tiers for seats and boxes, plus a smaller pit and orchestra. Yet it wasn’t shabby. The proprietors keptits appearance well. Painted plaster friezes depicting scenes from mythology adorned the fronts of the boxes, and blue velvet curtains draped the sides and top of the stage. Gas lamps provided lighting.

The boxes now released their occupants like tropical birds flying free of their cages. In the pit, the younger, wilder set laughed and boasted, jostling one another, flirting, arguing. Orange girls and women of fast reputation circulated freely among the young men.

Cam’s status prevented him from sitting in the pit anymore, but he missed it. The energy, the rowdiness. Still, he couldn’t complain, not when he’d just watched a performance of a work written by the celebrated and mysterious Mrs. Delamere. Not when the evening opened up for him like an endless banquet. One he would sample to his heart’s content. But not quite at this moment.

“Tell you what, Eberhart,” Cam continued, turning back to his companion. “I’ll meet you at Donnegan’s, then we’ll sally forth from there onto Larkin’s.”

“Going to circulate?” Eberhart said with a grin.

“This is my kingdom,” Cam replied with a wink. “I must inevitably tour my realm. Inspect its crops.”

“Of actresses.” His friend leered.

Cam tilted his head in acknowledgment. “Merely a part of my dominion.”

“Enjoy, Your Highness.” With a chuckle, Eberhart slipped from the box and out into the night. Once his friend had gone, Cam took one last minute to enjoy the theater’s house as patrons continued to leisurely make their way. The thrills from the performance still resonated in Cam’s body, palpable as electricity crackling along his veins. Though he’d seen this particular work several times, it never lost its excitement—the soaring highs and resounding lows that came from watching characters’ love and loss. He especially loved how the heroine thoroughly humiliated the aristocratic villain before gaining her tragic vengeance against him.



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