Friday, May 19, 2017

Virtual Book Blog Tour for Never Trust A Pirate by Valerie Bowman

Summary: The rules of engagement were never so scandalous. . .
A rumored pirate and the scurrilous black sheep of his well-to- do family, Cade Cavendish relishes his world of rebellion, deception, and seduction. Nothing and no one can hold him to be the duty-bound, honorable man he is expected to be. But when an unexpected run-in at his twin brother’s estate with a ravishing, raven-haired maid leads her to believe he’s actually a viscount, Cade’s renegade life is thrown wildly off-kilter. And even though a case of mistaken identity can be quickly set to rights, matters of the heart are quite different…

Miss Danielle LaCrosse is startled to learn that the handsome gentleman who radiates sin and has the devil in his eyes is not her employer the Viscount, but rather his infamous brother. A former heiress, orphaned and left penniless, Danielle has more than a few secrets of her own. Cade may be skilled at coaxing even the most hidden desires out of Danielle but can he earn her trust—and win her heart—as they embark on an adventure to confront a dangerous enemy from both of their pasts . . . and uncover the identity of the so-called Black Fox along the way?

Never Trust a Pirate is part of the Regency-set Playful Brides series by Valerie Bowman.


London Harbor, July 1817 Only three steps. Only three steps separated him from the map. It was there, laying on the rickety wooden table in the captain’s stateroom aboard a ship aptly named Le Secret Francais. The only sound in the cramped space was his own breathing. Sweat beaded on his brow. He’d come this far. Braved the murky, cold water, swam out to the ship moored at the London docks. Climbed aboard silent as a wraith, dressed all in black. Wrung out his clothing to keep it from dripping so there wouldn’t be a trail. Managed to steal into the captain’s quarters as the man slept, and now, now only three steps remained between him and the priceless map. One water droplet fell to the wooden plank floor like a hammer against steel. The sound of his breath echoed to a crescendo. The blood pounding in his head became a distracting whirring noise. One step forward. The ball of his foot ground onto the plank. Stealth and silence. Always. The calling cards of the best thief in London. The captain stirred slightly in his bunk and began to snore. He froze. One leather-clad foot arrested on the wooden plank. A pistol rested on two nails directly above the captain’s bunk. If the man awoke, he might shoot first at any noise. The captain well knew the value of the treasure he carried. He counted to ten. Once. Twice. He had long since mastered the art of keeping footing on a ship. He waited until his heartbeats became steady again before taking the next step. A slight creak in the wood floor. A hint of movement from the captain. Another endless wait. Impatience was a roiling knot inside his belly. Out of the shadows now, he stood only one step away from the table bolted to the floor. The moon shone through the window above the captain’s bed, shedding light on the man’s balding head. The map lay spread out, anchored by pins in the four corners. He would have to remove those pins. Ripping the paper would be too noisy. Another interminable wait as the captain turned away from him in his sleep. His snores subsided. He glanced over at the bunk. The pistol shone in the moonlight. One hard swallow. He never carried a pistol. Too loud. Pistols brought the crew, the wharf police, and anyone else interested in such activity. The only weapon he carried was a knife, tucked in the back of his breeches. A weapon of stealth. Another count to ten before taking the final step. There was no time for an in-depth study of the map now, but a quick glance revealed the destination. The island of St. Helena, off the western coast of Africa, circled in bold scrawl. The map of the route planned for Bonaparte’s next escape. That bastard in the bed had been planning it. All ten fingers itched to snatch the paper and run, but he forced himself to take a deep, silent breath. Carefully, he dislodged the first pin at the top right corner. It popped out easily. The top of the map rolled toward the center, making a slight flapping sound. Breath held, he glanced toward the captain again. No movement. He stuck the pin back into the table to keep it from rolling, then his hand darted to the next pin at the bottom right corner. It also popped out easily. He quickly stuck it back into the wood. With two sides free, he carefully rolled the map toward the center. Reaching up to the top, he grasped the third pin. No movement. It was lodged deeply into the wood. Must pull harder. With one black-gloved hand, he clasped the pin between a thumb and two fingers, pulling upward with as much strength as he dared. His own breath in his ear was the only sound … that and the water lapping at the sides of the ship. The pin finally gave way. He pressed a hand to the top of the map, to keep the freed top left corner from curling and making a noise. His chest and torso flattened against the map and the table, he pressed the third pin back into the wood. Click. An unmistakable sound. One he had heard too often before. Another hard swallow. Damn it. He’d been so preoccupied with keeping quiet, he hadn’t realized the captain’s snores had subsided. Half-splayed across the table, he contemplated his options. The door was ten paces to the left, the open window five paces to the right. Would he fit through the window? It’d be a hell of a time to learn the answer was no. “Step away from zee map, if you don’t want a bullet through your back.” The captain’s voice was harsh and angry. He slowly rose from his position hunched over the map, arms braced upright at right angles near his head to show the captain he had no weapon. “Ye wouldn’t shoot an unarmed man, now would ye, Cap’n?” “I’d shoot a thief without thinking twice,” the captain replied with a sneer, nearly spitting the word thief.
He glanced down at the map. Studying it in case he was forced to leave without it. He had been in worse situations, more times than he could count. He considered the knife in the back of his breeches hidden beneath his shirt. It would be simple, easy and quick to snake it out and whip it into the bastard’s throat. But a voice in his head reminded him … justice must be served in proper course. “Turn around,” the captain ordered. “Slowly.” “Why?” he asked, trying to garner some precious time. “Because I want to see zee face of zee man who would steal my secrets.” He began his turn. Slowly. So slowly and so quietly that he could have sworn he heard a drop of sweat from his forehead hit the wooden plank of the floor. He finally stood facing the older man. “Êtes-vous le Renard Noir?” the captain asked. “Pourquoi veux tu savoir?” Visible in the light of the moon, the captain narrowed his eyes. “Ah, perfect French? Why do I find zat difficult to believe from an obvious Englishman?” “Obvious?” “Who else would want zis map?” His fingers ached to choke the bastard. He might not be able to kill him, but he could wound the scoundrel. Nothing wrong with a wound. He whipped his hand behind his back, grabbed the knife, and hurled it at the captain. It hit the arm that held the pistol. The captain howled. The pistol fired. Smoke filled the cabin with its acrid stench. He ripped the map and fourth pin from the table and ran to the door. Steps sounded on the planks above the captain’s cabin. In the pitch black below decks, he forced himself to wait in the shadows under the stairs until the first group of rescuers filed down the steps into the captain’s cabin. He flattened the map’s scroll and folded it into a six-inch square. “He’s escaped, you idiots! Find him before he jumps from the ship!” the captain yelled in French.

The group dutifully filed back up to spread across the decks. The captain came running out, clutching his injured arm, blood seeping between his fingers, crimson dripping down his nightshirt. He made his way up the stairs and ran off across the deck.

Springing from the shadows, he raced back into the empty cabin. He flew over to the window, said a brief prayer to fit through the tight space, hoisted up to the ledge, and pushed his upper body through. He ripped off his black tricorn, stuck the folded map to his head, and pulled down the hat as firmly as possible.

A rope swung outside the captain’s window two feet to the right. Thank God for small favors. He lunged at it and grabbed it. Noiselessly, he lowered himself down the rope, bracing both feet against the hull to rappel toward the water. Lowering quietly, he winked back at the figurehead of a saucy French woman carved beneath the captain’s cabin. As soon as he made it into the water, he let go of the rope and swam like a mackerel fleeing a shark toward the shore, careful to keep his head out of the foul-smelling drink. He counted on the black of night and the murky Thames to hide him from the searchers on the ship.

As he covered the distance between the French ship and the shore, he could hear the Frenchmen yelling and running about. He dared a glance back. Every lantern on the ship appeared to have been lit and the crew was scurrying about like a bevy of ants on an infiltrated hill.

He swam to the darkest spot on the far end of the docks, around the bend from sight of the French ship, and pulled himself ashore beneath a creaky dock using only his forearms. Exhausted, he rolled onto his back and lay breathing heavily in the pitch- black night. One hand went up to clap the top of his tricorn and a wide smile spread across his face.

He’d done it. He’d escaped from a French ship with the map detailing the planned route to rescue Napoleon from St. Helena. Of course he had. He was the Black Fox.

Author Bio: Valerie Bowman grew up in Illinois with six sisters (she’s number seven) and a huge supply of historical romance novels. After a cold and snowy stint earning a degree in English with a minor in history at Smith College, she moved to Florida the first chance she got. Valerie now lives in Jacksonville with her family including her mini-schnauzer, Huckleberry. When she’s not writing, she keeps busy reading, traveling, or vacillating between watching crazy reality TV and PBS. She is the author of the Secret Brides series, starting with Secrets of a Wedding Night, Secrets of a Runaway Bride, and Secrets of a Scandalous Marriage.

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Virtual Blog Book for Hard-Hearted Highlander by Julia London

Hard-Hearted Highlander
Series: The Highland Grooms (Book 3)
Mass Market Paperback: 384 pages
Publisher: HQN Books (April 25, 2017)

An indomitable governess…a brooding Highlander…a forbidden affair…

An ill-fated elopement cost English-born governess Bernadette Holly her reputation, her unsuitable lover and any chance of a future match. She has nothing left to fear—not even the bitter, dangerously handsome Scot due to marry her young charge. Naive wallflower Avaline is terrified to wed Rabbie Mackenzie, but if he sends her home, she will
be ruined. Bernadette’s solution: convince Rabbie to get Avaline to cry off…while ignoring her own traitorous attraction to him.

A forced engagement to an Englishwoman is a hard pill for any Scot to swallow. It’s even worse when the fiancée in question is a delicate, foolish young miss—unlike her spirited, quick-witted governess. Sparring with Bernadette brings passion and light back to Rabbie’s life after the failed Jacobite uprising. His clan’s future depends upon his match to another, but how can any Highlander forsake a love that stirs his heart and soul?

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The third book in the Highland Grooms Series is a powerful heart wrenching story of lost love, tragedy and how two people make the journey back to life and love.

First let me say that there are parts of this book that took fortitude on my part to read, but it was worth reading through some really sad parts to a HAE.  This book is about Rabbie MacKenzie the brother of the hero from "Sinful Scottish Laird".  Rabbie has lost his will to live.  He has watched his precious Highlands be decimated by the English after the battle at Culloden , the love of his life died a terrible death and his clan is barely scraping by.  He is just going through the motions for one reason, because no matter how much he doesn't want to go on he knows that if he died his family would be devastated.  Now Rabbie has agreed to marry a young English woman who will bring much needed money.  He doesn't want anything to do with her when she arrives at his home.  He is not even trying to endear himself and is being rude and dismissive an all around ass.

Accompanying the bride to be from England is Bernadette Holly.  A ladies maid with a terribly tragic past. She and her love ran away from home to marry, defying her wealthy Father, who wanted her to marry  a nobleman to help him gain access to into the Ton.  Her father's men catch up with them days after they were married and drag her husband away.  She is taken home and her marriage is annulled.  She later finds out that her husband was conscripted into the Royal Navy and died at sea.  She then finds out she is pregnant but loses the baby when her father strikes her and she falls down a flight of stairs.  She has hidden deep in her mind and heart the crippling pain that has shaped who she is and what she has become.

How can Rabbie and Bernadette help each other when it is clear that the only thing they have in common is pain and heartbreak?  I have read everything that Julia has written in Historical Romance, this story is darker in that Julia delves deeper into what makes these characters so special.  They are both strong, intelligent characters who come out even stronger in the end.  There is conflict, redemption, and best of all a happy ending for them.  I am a fan of Julia's writing and think this book is a must read.

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Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Review of The Most Dangerous Duke in London by Madeline Hunter

Madeline Hunter has outdone herself again!  The first book in a new series called "The Decadent Dukes Society" and "oh my" what DUKES!!!  

Adam Penrose, the Duke of Stratton has returned to England after being in France for years and he is determined to find out who was responsible for his Father's death.  He knows that his Father committed suicide because he was the one to find him.  There were rumors that when Napoleon escaped from exile on Elba and made his way back to France, his Father aided him because his wife and Adam's Mother is French.  There was no proof ever given and Adam will do anything to clear his Father's name and he knows just where to start.  There has been bad blood between Adam's family and The Earl of Marwood's family for at least two generations.  The most prevalent rumors are that the previous Earl of Marwood was the instigator of the whispers of Treason.  

Lady Clara Cheswick is in mourning for her beloved Father The Earl of Marwood.  She and her Father were very close and when he died he left her independently wealthy so she would not have to depend on her brother for support.  Clara is a unique young lady, she has decided that she never wants to marry and give up her freedom and property to any man.  She has enough money to do anything she wants with her life.  

Adam remembers Clara as "Bright-eyed and vivacious" when she had her Season.  Now she is a alluring grown woman who is independent, impertinent, and according to her brother, a shrew.  Adam sees something very different in her and is attracted to her right away.  A seduction of her would be fitting revenge against the Marwood family.  

Clara and Adam are both compelling and intriguing characters that are the hallmark of why I love Madeline's books so much.  There is so much depth to her writing that you cannot help falling in love with Clara and Adam.  This story is powerful, enthralling and intricate,  you will never want it to end.  The best way I have of describing Madeline's writing is that I am addicted and never want a cure.  I highly recommend this book to anyone who loves a truly wonderful Historical Romance.

Received a complimentary copy for an honest review.