Thursday, October 20, 2016

Book Tour and Review of Wicked Rivals by Lauren Smith


Merciless and powerful, Ashton Lennox is a wealthy man because he puts business before everything else, especially love. As a member of the infamous League of Rogues, he’s no stranger to scandal. His bedroom conquests are as legendary as his fortune. As he searches for a way to bring down an old enemy bent on destroying the lives of his friends, the last thing he needs is a Scottish widow getting in his way.


The daughter of a Scottish lord with a dark and treacherous past, Rosalind Melbourne has spent years distancing from her past. After escaping her tyrannical father and marrying an aging English lord, she has become a powerful widow with a business empire at her command. Her business dealings are everything to her, leaving her no time for love. Especially not with her business rival Ashton, a man with a scandalous reputation as striking as his blue eyes.


Ashton is fascinated by the strong-willed, intelligent and sensual lady who, up until now, had outsmarted him at every turn. Rosalind wishes she could deny she is falling for the brooding, handsome baron. How can she possibly trust him when doing so could cost her what she values most—her freedom? When Ashton discovers Rosalind might hold the key to saving the League of Rogues, he knows he will do anything to woo his wicked lass. As their pasts return to haunt them and dark forces rise to keep them from exposing a deadly spymaster, their game of love turns to a game of survival…

Warning: This book includes a brooding baron who’s wild in bed, a crafty Scottish lass who never knows when to quit, a wicked game of strip chess, and a merry band of rogues whose first instinct is to run they hear wedding bells ring.

My Review

I have read all of Lauren's books and I have to say this is my favorite one so far in the "A League of Rogues" Series.  I really loved Ashton Lennox.   All though he is a confidant,  a Alpha male who is gorgeous and has a deep abiding love for his fellow Rogues and will do anything to keep them safe.  He will even seize all the holdings and companies of an innocent woman who is allowing the Leagues mortal enemy to invest in her businesses.

Lady Rosalind Melbourne is a widow and successful business woman who is tough and smart.  She has expanded the business that her late husband left her.  She also loves to compete with her rivals and out bidding a certain Baron who has become a real pain!!  She has been doing business with Sir Hugo Waverly and does not know that he is the real reason that Ashton Lennox and been trying to undermine her companies.

When Ashton decides the only way to get to Sir Hugo is through Lady Melbourne's assets.  So he buys up all her debts and talks five banks in London not to extend her any credit so she cannot run her company.  What follows is an adventure that neither Ashton or Rosalind could have imagined. Excitement, Danger, really hot sex and a suspenseful wickedly alluring plot will leave you on the edge of your seat till the very end.  

This book had everything that you would want in a Historical Romance and more.  Lauren is a wonderful author and you will not be able to stop yourself from falling in love with her characters and their love stories.  

This one is a keeper!!  Do not miss it!!!



#1 Wicked Designs

#2 His Wicked Seduction

#3 Her Wicked Proposal


Lauren Smith is an Oklahoma attorney by day, author by night for Grand Central Publishing, who pens adventurous and edgy romance stories by the light of her smart phone flashlight app. She knew she was destined to be a romance writer when she attempted to re-write the entire Titanic movie just to save Jack from drowning. Connecting with readers by writing emotionally moving, realistic and sexy romances no matter what time period is her passion. She’s won multiple awards in several romance subgenres including: New England Reader’s Choice Awards, Greater Detroit BookSeller’s Best Awards, Breakthrough Novel Award Quarter-Finalist and a Semi-Finalist for the Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Award. To connect with Lauren, visit her at  or twitter at


Virtual Book Tour for Hero In The Highlands by Suzanne Enoch

“The latest from the ever-popular Enoch is steamy and bubbling with humor, a scrumptious tale
to begin her No Ordinary Hero series.”
−Booklist, Starred Review

“With colorful secondary characters, judicious lashings of Scots dialect, and lush summertime
Highland landscapes, Enoch creates a heady romantic atmosphere that’s sure to captivate the
genre’s eager audience.”
−Publishers Weekly, Starred Review

“Enoch's (Some Like it Scot, 2015, etc.) new No Ordinary Hero series promises to be compelling
from beginning to end, if this first installment is any indication. A thrilling and sexy story about
the joy that can be found in doing one's duty.”
−Kirkus, Starred Review

Hero in the Highlands
A No Ordinary Hero Novel
Suzanne Enoch

Great Scott! Scotland in 1812 isn’t really a destination spot, but it invites readers to take a different kind of adventure. New York Times bestselling author, Suzanne Enoch’s HERO IN THE HIGHLANDS (St.Martin’s Press, $7.99, 10/4/16)—the first book in her brand new No Ordinary Hero series, will be sure to sweep readers off their feet and have them swooning. Scotland, 1812: He’s ferocious and rugged to the bone, an English soldier more at home on the battlefield than in any Society drawing room. And when Major Gabriel Forrester learns that he’s inherited the massive Scottish Highlands title and estate of a distant relation, the last thing he wants to do is give up the intensity of the battlefield for the too-soft indulgences of noble life.
But Gabriel Forrester does not shirk his responsibilities, and when he meets striking, raven-eyed lass Fiona Blackstock, his new circumstances abruptly become more intriguing. Like any good Highlander, Fiona despises the English—and the new Duke of Lattimer is no exception. Firstly, he is far too attractive for Fiona’s peace of mind. Secondly, his right to “her” castle is a travesty, since it’s been clan Maxwell property for ages. As the two enter a heated battle of wills, an unexpected passion blazes into a love as fierce as the Highlands themselves. Is Fiona strong enough to resist her enemy’s advances—or is Gabriel actually her hero in disguise?

If you haven’t already, then as bestselling author Lisa Kleypas said, “It’s time to fall in love with
Suzanne Enoch.”

Suzanne Enoch grew up in Southern California, where she still balances her love for the
Regency romances of Georgette Heyer and classic romantic comedies with her obsession for
anything Star Wars. Given her love of food and comfy chairs, she may in fact be a Hobbit. She
has written more than 35 romance novels, including traditional Regencies, Historical Romance,
and contemporary Romantic Suspense. When she isn't working on her next book she is trying to
learn to cook, and wishes she had an English accent. She is the bestselling author of The
Scandalous Brides series, The Scandalous Highlanders series, and One Hot Scot.

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For a moment she considered going back into the storage room and pulling some more of the strings, after all. Something was bound to frighten him. She’d like nothing better than to see him fleeing shirtless into the night— and only because shirtless meant he’d panicked. Not because he looked fit and muscular and she hadn’t minded at all taking a gander at him, scars and all. No, that would be ridiculous.

Her, thinking carnal thoughts about a Sassenach simply because he thought them about her.
As she’d said, they needed to make certain that this duke would leave of his own accord and,
just as importantly, never wish to return. His arrival had set the household— and the countryside—on its ear, and yes, that seemed to be her fault. She’d decided not to let a nose- in- the- air solicitor order her about, and apparently that had consequences. She should have known better, but no one had bothered to be concerned about Lattimer until the old duke’s death had revealed that his own solicitors hadn’t done their jobs. Her lack of cooperation, though, meant that no one had felt it necessary to inform her either that a new duke had been found, or that he was heading north for a visit.

First thing in the morning she needed to go speak with Oscar Ritchie. The head groom at least knew of Major Forrester, which was more than she or anyone else she’d encountered could claim. The more information she had, the easier it would be to form a strategy to be rid of the new duke before he could make things worse than they already were. Before he could kiss her again and she forgot how much she was supposed to dislike him.

Finally she shut herself inside her own bedchamber and sank into the chair set before the fireplace. The room sat only four doors down from Lattimer’s, and while she would have preferred to be farther away, this room had been hers since her second birthday— which had coincided with old Lattimer’s exit. Aside from that, she wanted to be close enough to hear if any trouble should raise its head.

Her mind centered on how to best be rid of this large, troublesome Englishman, and her drifting thoughts swirled about a fresh bullet scar on a muscular arm, an assessing pair of light gray eyes, and a mouth that seemed almost cruel until he grinned. And when he kissed her . . . Now she didn’t know whether to fall asleep and dream about him, or stay awake to think about him all night. Blast it all.

Gabriel pushed aside the heavy curtains, then stilled with his hands gripping the green, linen-lined silk. “Good God,” he breathed, his bare feet, the chill in the air, the rumbling hunger in his stomach, all forgotten. Before him, stretching out over perhaps half a hundred miles, lay the Scottish Highlands. The land directly beyond Lattimer’s formal gardens sloped off gently to the shore of a vast blue lake that curved to the east out of sight beyond a cluster of tumbled ruins on the rocky bank. Trees edged down to the western shore and up the hill beyond, with patches of purple heather and thistle carpeting open meadows. Beyond the lake, rough, rock- tumbled hills lifted into craggy white mountains which stood starkly silhouetted by the rising sun.

Of all the places he’d been in the world, of all the things he’d seen, this . . . humbled him.
Belatedly two things occurred to him: he didn’t know the name of the lake, and most of what he could see belonged to him.

He’d known since he’d first donned a uniform that he was made for war. The idea of people
trying to kill him, the violence, the cold and the heat, the long days of battle and the longer nights of waiting for the battle to come—he relished the things that broke other men. He was accustomed to responsibility and command, but owning land, being responsible for people who carried rakes and hoes rather than muskets and rifles, fell so far out of his realm of expertise he couldn’t even sight it over the horizon.

Gabriel took a slow breath. He knew battle. And Lattimer had just become his battleground. If he looked at it that way, the castle was his command tent. The Highlands was his battlefield, and the Highlanders were either his troops, or the enemy’s. In the next few days he would have to decide which, and then act based on that fact. As he turned to finish dressing, he caught sight of a lone figure strolling through the garden in the direction of the stables. Even with a heavy coat and a sturdy hat jammed low on her dusky hair, he recognized Fiona Blackstock. From that attire she was either dressed to go riding,
or to rob a mail coach. Though the latter would certainly be an interesting twist, he had to assume she meant to trot off somewhere out of his reach.

Every good victory came with a prize, and she would be his. That didn’t mean, however, that he was going to let her make more trouble while she was here. If she thought riding out early would keep her clear of him or give her the opportunity to gather reinforcements, she didn’t know him at all. In addition, somewhere between the mudhole and the drawing room she’d learned his name, and before he’d given it to her. Someone here knew him, and he needed to figure out who that was. Not because he had anything to hide, but because this campaign looked to be about strategy and leverage. He needed to know who stood on the field of battle.

Monday, October 17, 2016

Today Author is Anna Campbell!

Anna Campbell

ANNA CAMPBELL has written ten multi award-winning historical romances for Grand Central Publishing and Avon HarperCollins and a host of bestselling, independently published novellas. Anna is currently engaged in writing the Dashing Widows series of novellas - PURSUING LORD PASCAL is out September 2016. She lives on the beautiful east coast of Australia where she writes full-time. You can find out more about Anna and her books at her website:
Twitter: @AnnaCampbellOz

Thank you Anna for stopping by my blog!

What is your favorite word?
What is your least favorite word?
What turns you on?
What turns you off?
What is your favorite curse word?
The F Bomb
What sound or noise do you love?
What sound or noise do you hate?
What profession other than your own would you like to try?
Ballet Dancer
What profession would not like to try?
If Heaven exists, what would you like God to say to you when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
Can I have this Dance?

Anna's latest book is:
Pursuing Lord Pascal

Sunday, October 16, 2016

Virtual Book Tour for My Brown-Eyed by Anna Bennett

Amazing Praise for Anna Bennett:
“My Brown-Eyed Earl is a fun and lovely story that’s heartwarming and joyous. Bennett’s
engaging hero and heroine are nothing compared to 6-year- old twins who steal the show
and readers’ hearts. But it’s more than characters that make this a wonderful read, it’s the
heartfelt storytelling and depth of emotion as the characters growth takes center stage and
a second chance at love seems possible. A delightful read!”
—RT Book Reviews on My Brown-Eyed Earl

"Heart, humor, and a hot hero. Everything I look for in a great romance novel!"

— Award winning author Valerie Bowman on I Dare the Duke
Amazing Praise for Anna Bennett:

From the author of I Dared the Duke comes MY BROWN-EYED EARL (St. Martin’s Paperbacks;
ISBN 978-1- 250-10090- 0; October 4, 2016; $7.99), a delightful new regency series about a
young woman who discovers that sometimes love has an odd way of finding you.
Miss Margaret Lacey is brainy and beautiful, but she’s also penniless, and at the ripe old age of
twenty-three society has declared her a spinster. For her part, Meg is less concerned with her
empty dance card than with her empty bank account. She resolves to make her own way as a
governess but discovers her new employer is the Earl of Castleton—the vexingly handsome man
she rejected one fateful day, eight years ago.

William Ryder has never forgotten Meg, the elusive girl next door who claimed she’d rather shave
her head than marry him. Now she's the governess, but Will plans to teach her a few lessons of his
own. As stolen kisses lead to passionate nights, Will and Meg just might find true love where they
least expect it…

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Anna Bennett started swiping romances from her mom’s bookshelf as a
teenager and decided that books with balls, dukes, and gowns were the best. So, when she had the
chance to spend a semester in London she packed her bags—and promptly fell in love with the city,
its history, and its pubs. She dreamed of writing romance, but somehow ended up a software
analyst instead.

Fortunately, a few years and a few careers later, Anna found her way back to writing the stories she
loves and won the Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart®. She lives in Maryland with her
husband and three children, who try valiantly not to roll their eyes whenever she quotes Jane
Austen. Other weaknesses include reality TV, cute shoes, and coffee. Lots and lots of coffee.

My Review

Anna Bennett is a new author for me and I really enjoyed this first novel in a her series called "The Wayward Wallflowers".

This is a story of a young lady who with her sisters have been living with their eccentric Uncle.  Meg and her sisters are trying to keep themselves out of the poorhouse by trying to limit their beloved Uncle's poor financial decisions.

Meg decides to take a position as a Governess to help with expenses.  Unfortunately the Lord who needs a Governess for his nieces is the one who precipitated the decisions that led to her parents death.  She accepts the position to help her sisters and uncle, but she is afraid that she is accepting for an entirely different reason.

Lord Torrington is a handsome, intelligent, honorable gentleman who promised his cousin that he would look after his nieces if anything happened to him.  Well now he has two 6 year old twin girls and he has no idea what to do with them.  When he interviews a candidate for governess he has no idea it is with the woman that he was supposed to be engaged to years ago and has never understood why she fascinated him.  He now has her in his home and is going to explore his feelings for her.

This was a very well paced story that kept me interested and delighted throughout the whole book.
Her writing is a joy to read with a lyrical and clear voice.


End of Chapter 1:
Will leaned forward on his elbows and pinched the bridge of his nose. Somehow, in the space of a week, his highly ordered, luxurious life had fallen apart.
First, Marina, the beautiful widow he’d been seeing, hinted that she wanted more than the mutually pleasurable arrangement they’d agreed to, forcing Will to break things off with her.
Next, his recently deceased cousin’s mistress showed up on Will’s doorstep with the twin girls, threatening to leave them at an orphanage unless he took them in.
And then last night, he attended a dinner party in honor of his mother’s birthday. In front of a dozen guests, she announced her sole wish: that her son marry before she turned fifty—in exactly one year. After choking on his wine, Will promised to give the matter some thought.
Then he had gone directly to his club and drunk him- self into oblivion.
Jesus. He stood, ran his hands through his hair, and checked his reflection in a mirror between a pair of book- cases. Gibson was right—he looked like hell.
Bad enough to scare off a potential governess.
He swiped the cravat off his chair, slung it around his neck, hastily tied it in some semblance of a knot, and but- toned his jacket. There was nothing to be done about the stubble on his chin or the faint imprint the desk blotter had left on his cheek, so he threw back the rest of his coffee and congratulated himself. Within the hour he’d have a governess to manage the twins, and at least one aspect of his life would be set to rights.
Gibson was already shuffling down the corridor. “My lord,” he intoned from the doorway, “may I present Miss Lacey.”
Will blinked. Lacey . . . it was a common name. Surely the potential governess couldn’t be—
She glided into the study and cast a wary look his way.
“Good afternoon, Lord Castleton. It’s a pleasure to see you again.”
Dear God. It was her. The vicar’s daughter who thought she was too damned good for him. Standing in his study, cloaked in a drab dress that might have been lilac once but now more closely resembled gray. No ribbons adorned her brown hair. No ringlets framed her face. In fact, the only decoration she wore was the light smattering of freckles across her nose.
The butler raised his bushy brows. “I was not aware that you were already acquainted.”
“Thank you, Gibson. That will be all.”
The butler left reluctantly, closing the door behind him. Miss Lacey pressed her lips together as though she longed to say something and silence herself at the same time. From what he recalled of her tongue, it was best kept under lock and key.
“What on earth are you doing here?” Will demanded.
“Applying for the governess position. I assumed you knew.”
“No,” he said curtly.
“I see.” She glanced over her shoulder at the door. “Per- haps it would be better if I—”
“Be seated, Miss Lacey.” He inclined his head toward the armchair in front of his desk.
She hesitated, and for a moment he thought she’d refuse. But then she walked toward the chair, looked at the seat, and froze. Just as stubborn as he remembered, unbiddable as ever.
He bristled. “Perhaps you’d prefer to remain standing for the entire interview?”
“No. It’s only . . .”
“You object to meeting in my study?”
She narrowed eyes that were not quite green, but not quite brown either. “No, but I hoped to avoid sitting on this.” In one, fluid motion she leaned over the chair, picked up a pink, lace-edged scrap of satin between her thumb and index finger, and dangled it in front of his face.

Chapter Two
Lord Castleton snatched the frilly handkerchief from Meg’s hand. He started to stuff it in his pocket, apparently thought better of it, and shoved it into a desk drawer. “Let me assure you, Miss Lacey. Nothing untoward has occurred here in my study.”
Perhaps not. But something untoward had definitely occurred somewhere.
Meg sat in the chair in front of his desk, glad she no longer had to rely on her shaking legs for support. “I’m certain that’s none of my concern.”
“I’m glad we agree.”
She was curious, though. If her parents had had their way, the man who was now sitting across from her and cursing under his breath would have been her husband. Difficult as it was to fathom, she would have been his countess, probably blessed with a couple of children at this point.
The sight of him now, sporting rumpled clothes, a scowling face, and a foul mood, made her think she had dodged a rather nasty bullet.