Saturday, March 5, 2016

Review of Tempting Mr. Townsend by Anna Campbell

This is book 2 in The Dashing Widows Series.   Fenella is a widow who has shut herself away from life after her beloved husband died at Waterloo.  She has her precious son and she thinks that is all she needs.  She has never thought of remarrying because she loved her husband with all of her heart.  They knew each other since they were very young.  Now all she wants is shower all of her love to her son.  She has been alone for long that she has forgotten how to live and enjoy her life. 

Then one night a man bursts into her drawing room demanding to know where his ward is.  Mr. Anthony Townsend, a big muscular handsome man like she has never seen before and who is spitting mad!!  He is under the assumption that his ward and her son have run away from school and they are somewhere in her house.  She quickly sets him straight.  Somehow she is not afraid of him even though he is very large and angry. 

When he realizes the boys are not with her he bids her farewell and is about to leave to find the boys when she insists on going with him.  All his arguments are futile she is a stubborn lady and is determined to help find her son and his friend.

So begins the adventure.

Anna Campbell is an amazing, wonderful  writer who never fails to amaze me with her stories.  Her characters are so vivid and full of life, her plots are enthralling and you do not want to stop reading.  She is one of my favorite writers of all time and anything that she writes I will joyfully read.

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Virtual Book Tour for I Kissed A Rogue by Shana Galen

About I Kissed a Rogue:
Once she spurned the man…
When the Duke of Lennox hires Sir Brook Derring, England’s best investigator, to find his daughter, Brook intends only to rescue the lady and return to his solitary life. He deals with London’s roughest criminals every day of the week; surely he should be able to endure seeing his first love again—the perfect girl who broke his heart...
Now her life depends on him
Lady Lillian-Anne Lennox has always done her best to live up to her father’s standards of perfection—at the cost of following her heart. When she’s kidnapped and her perfect life is shattered, Lila has another chance. Together, Lila and Brook navigate not only the dark and deadly side of London, but the chasm of pride and prejudice that divides them.


She had to escape. She couldn’t die down here, in the rank dark, alone. She might deserve
such a death, but she’d fight it with every last ounce of strength. She’d almost freed her hands by
twisting and working the rope against her chafed wrists until it slackened. Her captors hadn’t tied
it very tightly, but that was the only mistake they’d made.

Lila had no idea how long she’d been in the dank, cold cellar, but she knew the moment
her life went completely astray. The carriage had raced along the dark streets of London, the
familiar clip-clop of the horses’ hooves almost like music in her ears. She’d pulled her thick
pelisse more tightly around her bare shoulders and rested her dancing slippers on the warm brick
at her feet.

All she’d wanted was her cozy bed and a cup of tea. She hadn’t even cared that by
leaving her cousin Rose’s betrothal ball early, she risked her father’s wrath in the morning. She’d
attended the betrothal tea, the betrothal dinner, and now the betrothal ball. Would that Rose
marry and be done with it. It was during that uncharitable line of thinking that she heard John
Coachman call out and the carriage slowed.

Lila had parted the curtains in an effort to see what was the matter, but all she’d seen was
the swirl of London fog and the amorphous shapes of the outriders moving to stand protectively
in front of the carriage door. She’d sighed with impatient annoyance.

“Now wh—?” She’d clamped her mouth shut at the sound of a thump and an unfamiliar
man’s voice. The carriage rocked as the horses danced with fear. She waited for John
Coachman’s reassuring words and heard only a muffled shout and the pop of what sounded like
her father’s rifle.

Her heart pounding in fear, she’d slid one lock into place and was reaching for the other
when and a tall, lanky man yanked the door open.

He’d smiled, his thin lips and cheeks stretching over his facial bones. “Hello, Lady

From there, everything was a blur. She’d been dragged from the carriage, hooded, and
pushed against the conveyance, her hands roughly bound. Lila had been so shocked at her
mistreatment, she hadn’t even screamed, and then she’d been lifted and tossed over a man’s
shoulders. She hadn’t been carried far before she’d heard the squeak and squeal of a door being
pried open and the echo of boots on slatted wood floors. Another door and then another and her
captor had carried her down a flight of stairs and dropped her on her bottom.

She’d screamed then and scurried backward, only to run up against a pair of hard boots.
A voice, much like the one who’d greeted her, hissed in her ear. “Shut yer potato hole. Keep
quiet or I stuff my drawers down yer throat. You hear me, Duchess?
She’d nodded and closed her mouth. She’d pulled her legs in and hunched her shoulders,
making herself small, waiting for what seemed an eternity for what was to happen next. Would
they rob her? Rape her?

She was not a duchess, only the daughter of one. She had the wild thought that perhaps
the men wanted her stepmother, the Duchess of Lennox. But, no. They’d called her Lady Lillian-
Anne. They knew who she was. They’d planned the abduction and whatever was to come next.
Lila had shivered, her body shaking uncontrollably with fear and cold. Finally, the man
moved away. At his word, the others followed, and she heard their boots on the stairs and then
the thud as the door closed.

She’d sat on the hard floor, the small pebbles and rocks digging into her skin through her
silk ballgown and the pelisse. She jumped at the creaks and pops of the building settling, fearing
each minute sound was the men returning for her. Gradually, she grew accustomed to the sounds
but not the smell, never the smell. Something had died down here—many somethings—and with
the hood over her face, she could only imagine. Lila envisioned rat corpses responsible for the
sharp, sickly fragrance that burned her nostrils. When she began to imagine human bodies, she
bit her lip hard to stop the rising panic.

Strange that in the middle of London, all was silent but for her teeth chattering.
They’d stopped chattering now—after too many hours to count. Lila was too numb to
feel the cold any longer. The rope around her wrists was all she cared about. She twisted and
pulled until finally she managed to squeeze one hand free. She bit her raw lip against the pain of
the rough rope sliding against her bare skin. The gloves she’d painstakingly inched off might
have protected her bare skin, but they were one more layer between her and freedom.
With a wince, her wrists slid apart, and she exhaled softly, hugging her arms around her
chest. Her shoulders throbbed, and the simple act of rotating them in the opposite direction was
sheer bliss. She felt for the opening of the hood she wore and quickly tore it off. Charcoal gray
replaced the blackness. If the cellar had openings of any kind, she couldn’t spot them in the dark
of night. She prayed it was still night and that morning would show her some sort of escape.
And not a stack of rotting bodies

She had to find a way out. By now her father must have realized she’d been abducted. He
would be frantic with worry. Had her captors sent a ransom note? Was that what this was about?
Colin would make the duke pay it. Colin and Lila had grown closer since their mother’s death.
He wouldn’t allow their father to ignore a ransom note.
If there was a ransom note.
What if the Duchess of Lennox was behind this? Lila’s stepmother hated her, but even
she would not stoop to hiring mercenaries to abduct her stepdaughter.
Lady Selina would. She and Lila had hated each other since their first Seasons, when
Lord Hugh had asked Lila to dance before Selina. From then on, it had been war.
Selina was married now and certainly too busy to plan attacks on Lila. But Madeleine
Stratham, her cousin Rose’s friend, was not too busy, and she had intentionally stepped on Lila’s
gown at the ball tonight, hissing, “Watch out!”
Had that been a warning?
Lila’s head spun. If she tried to count all of her enemies, it would take hours. And who
knew what her abductors would do to her when they returned. She pressed her hands against the
cold, dirt floor beneath her, moving her fingers until she found her gloves. She pulled them on
again, for warmth as much as protection, and moved cautiously forward, hands outstretched. Her
knees trembled and wobbled.
“Please no bodies. Please no bodies,” she chanted under her breath.

The cellar was blissfully empty. She discovered a wall and followed it around to the base
of the stairwell. Her hands traveled over that rough wood until she found the opening. The
stairwell had no railing, so she carefully lifted her skirts and moved slowly and silently upward.
Her fingertips touched the wood of the door at the top, and she stood listening.

She heard nothing but silence and the strains of music farther away. Perhaps a tavern or
gin house was nearby. She couldn’t be certain a guard wasn’t on the other side of the door, but
she tried the handle anyway. The handle moved, but the door did not budge when she pushed on it.
Some sort of lock to keep it closed and secure.

Lila waited, again listening for movement or an indication her efforts to escape had been
noted. When she heard nothing, she rattled the door. The wood was flimsy and old. One serious
push against it, and she could compromise the lock..

She took a jagged breath and said a quick prayer. She’d never prayed so much—no, she’d
been her own god for too many years. Lila stepped back, careful not to go too far and tumble
down the stairs, then rammed the door with her shoulder.

About Shana Galen:
Shana Galen is the national bestselling author of fast-paced adventurous Regency historicals, including the RT Reviewers’ Choice The Making of a Gentleman. Her books have been sold in Brazil, Russia, and the Netherlands and featured in the Rhapsody and Doubleday Book Clubs. A former English teacher in Houston’s inner city, Shana now writes full time. She is a happily married wife and mother of a daughter and a spoiled cat and lives in Houston, Texas


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Thursday, March 3, 2016

Book Tour for The Duke's Accidental Wife by Erica Ridley

The Dukes Accidental Wife

Miss Katherine Ross is a wealthy, eccentric socialite who knows precisely what she wants: No husband. No children. No candlelit tête­à­tête with the insufferably emotionless Duke of Ravenwood. She's convinced his heart is ice— until she touches that chiseled chest for herself. One lapse in judgment is all it takes to turn both their lives topsy­turvy...

The Duke of Ravenwood isn't cold and haughty, but a secret romantic who has always dreamt of marrying for love. Instead, he gets Miss Katherine Ross —a headstrong hoyden intent on unraveling his carefully ordered world. He doesn't know whether to kiss her or throttle her. Can they survive each other's company long enough to turn a compromise into love?

The Duke’s Accidental Wife is a standalone story in the Dukes of War regency romance series, featuring roguish peers and dashing war heroes who return from battle only to be thrust into the splendor and madness of Regency England.

The Dukes of War romance books in Series Order:

#1 The Viscount’s Christmas Temptation Nov. 2014
#2 The Earl’s Defiant Wallflower Dec. 2014
#3 The Captain’s Bluestocking Mistress Mar. 2015
#4 The Major’s Faux Fiancée Jun. 2015
#5 The Brigadier’s Runaway Bride Sept. 2015
#6 The Pirate’s Tempting Stowaway Dec. 2015

#7 The Duke’s Accidental Wife Mar. 2016

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Erica Ridley is a USA Today best­selling author of over nine romance novels. She is represented
by Lauren Abramo of the Dystel & Goderich literary agency.
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Erica Ridley is a USA Today best­selling author of historical romance novels. Her latest series,

The Dukes of War, features roguish peers and dashing war heroes who return from battle only to be
thrust into the splendor and madness of Regency England.
When not reading or writing romances, Erica can be found riding camels in Africa, zip­lining
through rainforests in Costa Rica, or getting hopelessly lost in the middle of Budapest.
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Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Virtual Book Tour of The Earl Next Door by Charis Michaels


Charis Michaels makes her Avon Impulse debut with the first book in her new historical romance series, The Bachelor Lords of London...featuring a brooding earl and the American heiress who charms him.

American heiress Piety Grey is on the run. Suddenly in London and facing the renovation of a crumbling townhouse, she’s determined to make a new life for herself—anything is better than returning to New York City where a cruel mother and horrid betrothal await her. The last thing she needs is a dark, tempting earl inciting her at every turn…

Trevor Rheese, the Earl of Falcondale, isn’t interested in being a good neighbor. After fifteen years of familial obligation, he’s finally free. But when the disarmingly beautiful Piety bursts through his wall—and into his life—his newfound freedom is threatened…even as his curiosity is piqued.

Once Piety’s family arrives in London, Falcondale suddenly finds himself in the midst of a mock courtship to protect the seductive woman who’s turned his world ups down. It’s all for show—or at least it should be. But if Falcondale isn’t careful, he may find a very real happily ever after with the woman of his dreams…

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Chapter One 

No. 21 Henrietta Place

Mayfair, London, England

May 1809

Nothing of record ever happened in Henrietta Place.

Carriages did not collide.  Servants did not quarrel in the mews.  No one among the street’s jowly widowers remarried harlot second wives, and families with spirited young boys boarded them in school at the earliest possible age.

No one tolerated stray dogs.

A calm sort of orderliness prevailed on the street, gratifying residents and earning high praise from Londoners and country visitors alike.  It was a domestic refuge.  One of the last such sanctuaries in all of London.

Certainly, the stately townhome mansion at No. 21 was a sanctuary to Lady Frances Stroud, Marchioness Frinfrock, who had been a proud and attentive resident since her marriage in 1768.  With her own eyes, Lady Frinfrock had seen the degradation and disquiet that had become prevalent in so many London streets; noble-born men fraternizing with ballet dancers in The Strand; week-long ramblings in Pall Mall.  And the spectacle that was Covent Garden?  It wasn’t to be borne.

What a comfort, then, that Lady Frinfrock would always have Henrietta Place, where nothing of record ever happened.  Where she could live out her final days in peace and tranquility.

“It looks to be fair for a second day, my lady,” said Miss Breedlowe, the marchioness’ nurse, crossing to the alcove window that overlooked the street.

“A fog will descend by luncheon,” said the marchioness, frowning.

“If it pleases you, we could take a short walk before then,” the nurse said.  “To Cavendish Square and back?  Spring weather is so unpredictable, we should take advantage of the sun before it disappears again for a month.”

“Cavendish Square is not to be tolerated,” said Lady Frinfrock.

Miss Breedlowe looked at her hands.  “Only so far as the corner and back, then?”

“Not I,” said the marchioness, pained.

A sigh of disappointment followed, as it always did.  How unhappily accustomed Lady Frinfrock had become to her nurse’s chronic sighing.  It was obvious that Miss Breedlowe endeavored to be patient, although, in her ladyship’s view, not nearly patient enough.  In return, the marchioness rarely endeavored to be agreeable enough.

And why should a woman of her age and station be prodded through an inane schedule of someone else’s design? To be forced to engage in robust activities intended for no other purpose than to move her bowels?  If her inept solicitors felt that her alleged infirmity warranted the nurse-maiding of sullen, sigh-ridden Miss Breedlowe, then so be it.  They could cajole her to compensate and house the woman, but they could not force her to abide her.  Or to walk to Cavendish Square when she hadn’t the slightest desire.

Miss Breedlowe cleared her throat.  “Perhaps tomorrow, then.”

Lady Frinfrock made a dismissive sound.  “If you wish to walk to Cavendish Square, Miss Breedlowe, pray, do not let my disinterest detain you.”

Author Info

CHARIS MICHAELS is thrilled to be making her debut with Avon Impulse. Prior to writing romance, she studied Journalism at Texas A&M and managed PR for a trade association. She has also worked as a tour guide at Disney World, harvested peaches on her family’s farm, and entertained children as the “Story Godmother” at birthday parties. She has lived in Texas, Florida, and London, England. She now makes her home in the Washington, D.C.-metro area.

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Review of Wedding Night with the Earl by Amelia Grey

This is the first Amelia Grey book that I have read and reviewed.  It is a story about a man who lost his first wife and child in childbirth and has vowed never to remarry and have children.  Then he meets the young woman of his dreams and cannot seem to stay away from her.  She is a beautiful young woman who was injured when she was a child in a carriage accident that takes the life of her whole family.

She lives with her uncles and aunt who love her but are overprotective of her lingering injury and she has become complacent and has never really tried to go beyond her supposed limitations.   Adam pushes her in ways no one else has and she realizes she is stronger than she thought.  They fall in love but can they have a HAE when he has vowed never to remarry and sire any children because he cannot be responsible for dying in childbirth.  She is adamant that she wants many children and wants to name them after her sisters and brother that she lost when she was younger.  Katherine will not back down and refuses to marry a man who doesn’t want children.  She is going to accept the proposal of another gentleman.  Will Adam let someone one else bed and marry the woman he loves, can he go back on the vow he made to himself all those years ago?   Will Katharine really marry someone she doesn’t love just to have children?

This is a very emotional satisfying read.  The characters are amazing and the story is charming, witty and clever.  Amelia writes a captivating love story that will keep you turning the pages to the very end.