Monday, August 22, 2016

Select Historical Release Day Blast: Highland Deception and When a Lady Decieves #ReleaseDay #HistoricalRomance #Excerpts @MissRiki



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I am so excited to be celebrating the release of two fantastic Entangled Publishing Select Historical releases this week! Both Highland Deception by Lori Ann Bailey and When a Lady Deceives by Tara Kingston are completely engaging and such well written reads that I know you are not going to want to miss either one!

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About When a Lady Deceives:

A woman with a secret and a dangerous man forge an undeniable passion. In Victorian London, reporter Jennie Quinn employs deception as a weapon. Going undercover to seek justice for a murdered informant, she’s drawn into a powerful criminal’s seductive game of cat and mouse. Enigmatic former lawman Matthew Colton is as dangerous as he is clever, but the passion in his kiss is too tempting to resist. She aches to trust him, but she will not abandon her quest for the truth. Colton is a man with secrets of his own. Thirsting for vengeance, the disgraced Scotland Yard detective has infiltrated the criminal world he’s vowed to destroy. Jennie intrigues him, even as she breaks down the barriers around his heart. He yearns to uncover her secrets—in and out of his bed. Driven to shield her, he’ll risk everything to protect the woman whose love heals his soul.

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Excerpt:

He caught a tiny pearl button between his fingers and freed it, then stilled. His eyes heavy-lidded, he waited, allowing her a final opportunity to evade his claim.

Jennie’s heart thrummed. Her yearning for him was madness. She needed his touch as desperately as an addict craved opium. 

His lips resumed their leisurely conquest. He captured her earlobe between his teeth, nipping and teasing until she thought she’d go mad with the anticipation of pleasures yet to come.

Swept away.

In too deep.

She braced herself with the truth. Brutality. Seduction. Both were weapons in his arsenal.

“As exhilarating as this…game may be, I’ve no intention of spending this night in your bed.” If only she trusted her own words.

Jennie ran her fingertips along the edge of Matthew’s stubble-roughened jaw. Desire threatened to consume her. How could she give in to it? How could she want this man so badly the need permeated to the marrow?

With a sigh, she fled the circle of his arms. The chill in the room prickled goose bumps over her flesh. Matthew closed the distance between them. His warmth and strength enveloped her.

“This is not a game.” His husky rasp tore at her defenses.

 “I shouldn’t be here with you.”

“I know.”

She traced the faded scar on his chin with the pad of her thumb. She shouldn’t want any part of him. He was a source. Nothing more.

Her heart recognized the lie for what it was. My, she couldn’t even convince herself, could she? A fierce hunger roared deep within her, a longing for contact, a yearning to know the man who stood before her. Body and soul.

Her desire for him was insanity. Wanting Matthew Colton could only lead to disaster. Why did this man have the power to make her knees absolutely weak? Why did her heart ache every time she glimpsed the emotion buried deep within his gaze?

“This is madness,” she whispered.

He answered her with another kiss. More gentle now. Infinitely tender. A delicious caress.

Her arms looped around his neck. Accepting his kiss. His touch. His hunger.

She shouldn’t want him so.

But she did. There was no denying that truth.

And then, her feet no longer touched the ground. Swept into his arms, she stared up at him. He met her puzzled gaze with a rake’s smile.

“What in blazes are you doing?”

His eyes flashed. Teasing. Yet colored with passion. “Taking you to my lair.”

She wriggled in his arms. “I don’t fancy the notion of being carried off like one of the Sabine women.”

“I rather like it. It’s far less exhausting than chasing you through the streets of London.” He mounted the stairs, two at a time, bearing her weight as if she were no burden at all.

“You must put me down,” she insisted as he reached the landing. The images of several gilt-framed portraits of the Lancaster’s owner blurred before her eyes as he strode purposefully toward his office. “This is no longer amusing.”

“I assure you, amusement is not my intention.” The smile touched his lips again, even as his eyes devoured her. Hungry. Arrogant. Utterly male. “You bring out my primitive instincts. Perhaps I’ll carry you away every night. That might keep you out of trouble.”

Meet Author Tara Kingston:

Award-winning author Tara Kingston writes historical romance laced with intrigue, danger, and adventures of the heart. A Southern-belle-out-of-water in a quaint Pennsylvania town, she lives her own love story with her real-life hero and a pair of deceptively innocent-looking kitties in a cozy Victorian. The mother of two sons, Tara’s a former librarian whose love of books is evident in her popping-at-the-seams bookcases. It goes without saying that Tara’s husband is thankful for the invention of digital books, thereby eliminating the need for yet another set of shelves. When she’s not writing, reading, or burning dinner, Tara enjoys movie nights, cycling, hiking, DIY projects, collecting dolls, and cheering on her favorite football team.






About Highland Deception:

Scotland, August 1642 Maggie and Lachlan must fight their growing attraction, battling suspicion and intrigue as religious and political turmoil threaten to tear their clans apart. He has sworn he will never marry. Lachlan Cameron is honor bound to see a wounded lass to safety, although he has well learned women are deceivers, and this lovely maid harbors a wealth of secrets. But Maggie’s free spirit and charms enthrall him while he works to discover if she is innocent…or a spy scheming with his enemies to destroy his clan. She has sworn she will never fall in love. Maggie Murray fled her home to avoid a political marriage to an abusive man. Salvation comes when the Cameron laird, unaware of her identity, protects her as she escapes. His kindness slowly warms her, and she’s tempted to confess her real name. But his strong sense of honor would force him to return her to her father…and torment at the hands of her scorned betrothed.

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Excerpt:


It was a dark night, but the moon and stars played a game of peekaboo through the clouds and teased him with their reflections in her sapphire eyes. Up close, Lachlan could see a pink flush on her cheeks. He wanted to stay angry, but as he studied her bewildered gaze and took in how her fingers trembled in his, he lost his resolve.

“What was that with Brodie?” His jaw ticked.

Maggie pursed her lips and didn’t reply right away. Now he wished he had taken her somewhere better lit—he could usually tell if she was lying, but in this light, could he trust his senses? Thankfully, the clouds rolled away and he had a clear view into her eyes, her soul. She blinked. “We were dancing. Ye were off with Arabella.”

She had the audacity to roll her eyes and tug her hand free from his. Was that jealousy in her bitter reply? “Why do ye even care?” she finally bit out, then turned back toward the keep.

Catching her wrist, he twirled her to face him and said tersely, “Ye are mine. Ye willnae let another touch ye.”

“I belong to no one. I amnae wed,” she retorted as she pulled out of his grasp and crossed her arms. She stamped her foot. It was strangely amusing until the words registered.

Aye, her view had merit, but Lachlan wouldn’t accept it. “Ye are on my land.” It was weak, but she couldn’t argue with it.

“I will leave if ye wish,” she countered as her eyes narrowed into slits and her lips tightened.

How could she consider leaving him after last night? Could he make her stay? “Nae, ye willnae.”

“Why? Ye have Arabella.” Her lip quavered.

He saw it for certain now—she was jealous. His chest swelled, and a primal pride eclipsed his anger. He had left the hall with Arabella to tell the woman to leave him be, and she had gotten the wrong impression. His heart leaped. Maggie was jealous, just as he had been about her, and he couldn’t help when one side of his mouth curved up in satisfaction.

Meet Author Lori Ann Bailey:

Lori Ann Bailey has a romantic soul and believes the best in everyone. Sappy commercials and proud mommy moments make her cry. She sobs uncontrollably and feels emotionally drained when reading sad books, so she started reading romance for the Happily Ever Afters. She was hooked. Then, the characters and scenes that ran around in her head as she attempted to sleep at night begged to be let out. Looking back now, her favorite class in high school was the one where a professor pulled a desk to the center of the room and told her to write two paragraphs about it and the college English class taught by a red-headed Birkenstock wearing girl, not much older than she, who introduced her to Jack Kerouac. After working in business and years as a stay-at-home mom she has found something in addition to her family to be passionate about, her books. She lives in Northern Virginia with her real life hero, four kids that keep her on her toes, two dogs determined to destroy her house and two cats secretly plotting the demise of those dogs.





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