Thursday, April 18, 2019

WICKED WAGER


Wicked Wager
By Beverley Oakley


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About Wicked Wager:


Can innocence survive the machinations of a malevolent society beauty and a
charismatic rake?
Two weeks before her nuptials to her cold, harsh cousin, virtuous Celeste Rosington finds herself
in the arms of notorious libertine, Lord Peregrine.


The unexpected encounter is, at first, shocking, but as Peregrine’s charm weaves its magic,
becomes a welcome distraction from Celeste’s troubles. Isn’t she already the subject of whispers
due to her involvement in the mysterious disappearance of a wealthy plantation magnate? It was
a role orchestrated by her demanding husband-to-be in which Celeste had failed spectacularly.


Nevertheless, Celeste has no intention of sacrificing all of her scruples for a man she knows is
only toying with her. One kiss from handsome, charismatic Viscount Peregrine will surely be
enough to give her the strength to fulfil her marital obligations?


But what if one kiss is not enough?


With her reputation in the balance, Celeste must navigate the treacherous waters of envy,
intrigue and deadly secrets, unaware she’s the unwitting pawn in a wicked wager between
a ruthless society beauty and delicious, dissolute Lord Peregrine.


Could Peregrine really be a party to such perfidious plans? Will his reckless charm be the
final undoing of a young woman once respected for her virtue and piety?


Or will Peregrine discover that true love is more powerful than greed and ambition in time
to save Celeste from the terrible fate that otherwise awaits her?


Genre: Georgian Historical Romance


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Excerpt:


The last of the applause drifted away and for a few seconds the shrill cries of the orange sellers
held sway. Rising from his ironic bow for the benefit of his companion, Lord Peregrine held back
the red velvet curtain that had afforded them privacy so that Xenia could pass through and join
the throng of theatregoers descending the sweeping staircase.


He saw that she had fallen into conversation with a club-footed general whose more than
interested eye swept appraisingly over Xenia’s abundant assets, and once again Perry felt
again the familiar heating of his loins that only Xenia could inspire with a mere incendiary glance.
The contours of her sack-back gown, adorned with a row of bows the length of her stomacher,
recalled the more lascivious of those thoughts he’d entertained for the past decade: what it would
be like to undress her, layer by layer by layer. He could only imagine how many layers there might
be, but the prize would be worth the exquisite torture of restraint. He’d not revealed quite how
much her proposition tonight had taken him by surprise, and the fact he’d agreed fuelled him
with an odd combination of conflicting sensations: raging lust tempered by the knowledge that
he’d just sunk to depths of moral depravity that might make even his uncle squirm in his grave:
seduce an innocent on the eve of her nuptials.


Except that Xenia maintained the young woman’s ingenuousness was a ploy. Still, Miss
Rosington retained her standing in society as a paragon of virtue. What right had he to assume
otherwise, just because it was convenient?


He was diverted by a squeal to his left. Xenia was moving ahead, caught up by the crowd, her
head bent to absorb the admiration of her club-footed general. Peregrine meanwhile found
himself unable to continue, due to the fact the young woman in front of him had snagged her
skirts on what appeared to be a nail or splinter protruding from one of the supporting beams.
No one could move until she’d freed herself, and as Peregrine was directly behind her it was
incumbent upon him to act the gentlemen and so enable the rest of the pulsing crowd to forge ahead.


‘Please be careful, sir, it’ll tear and it’s the first time I’ve worn it,’ the young woman warned as
he took a handful of stiff silk in one hand. ‘It’s my finest.’ She twisted her head round to address him.
As her lips parted, revealing a set of near perfect small white teeth, and her worried blue eyes
bored into his, Peregrine felt a jolt of something unidentifiable plummet like a stone to the pit
of his stomach. No, further than that, for without a doubt his groin was reacting with something
akin to roiling hunger. And, surprisingly, with an intensity that exceeded the dull throb of ten
years of wanting Xenia like a frustrated schoolboy.


Close to, Miss Rosington was exquisite, her pale white and rose-blushed skin far more lustrous
than when seen from a distance through opera glasses. Her powdered coiffure, dressed to
fashionable heights, accentuated high, rounded cheekbones; and with growing excitement he
followed the sweep of her graceful neck to a bosom that was rising and falling with surely greater
rapidity than fear of what peril her gown might face. He liked to think that was so, as her candid
look met his and the connection between them seemed like the sharp tug of some inner cord, forcing
him forward, his hand brushing hers, nestled beneath a froth of silken furbelows, as they both
reached for the undamaged silk petticoat, now released.


‘No harm done,’ he murmured as she drew herself up, her companion, the black-eyed viscount
to whom she was affianced, returning to claim her, drawing her away with the barest of thanks.


All over in a matter of seconds, and at what cost? For while silk skirts and dignity had escaped
with minimal damage, Peregrine was the first to concede, as he watched her graceful back with
pounding heart and aching groin, that a great deal of harm had indeed been done.


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About the Author:


Her Scandalous Miss Brightwell series was nominated Best Historical Romance by the Australian
Romance Readers Association. She is also the author of the popular Daughters of Sin series, a
Regency-era ‘Dynasty-style’ family saga laced with intrigue and espionage.

Under her real name Beverley Eikli, she writes Africa-set romantic suspense, and psychological
historical romances. The Reluctant Bride won Choc-Lit’s Search for an Australian Star competition
and her Regency tale of redemption The Maid of Milan was shortlisted in the Top Ten Reads of
2014 at the UK Festival of Romance.

Beverley lives north of Melbourne (overlooking a fabulous Gothic lunatic asylum) with the same
gorgeous Norwegian husband, two daughters and a rambunctious Rhodesian Ridgeback.

You can read more at beverleyoakley.com




Tuesday, April 16, 2019

LOUISIANA LATTE

Title: Louisiana Latte
Author: Rebecca Henry
Genre: Chicklit Comedy
Release Date: February 28, 2019


Deb hadn’t flown in over 20 years. In 1989, at the age of 22, Deb was enrolled at Griffiss Airforce Base to become a commercial pilot. Somewhere between dating her yuppie fiancĂ© and planning their wedding in Chicago, Deb developed claustrophobia—a fear of enclosed spaces. I blame the yuppie. Deb couldn’t get on a plane for love that day, but she could do it 20 years later for money. Money was worth dying for.



Deb hasn’t flown in a plane for over twenty years. In 1989, at the age of twenty-two, Deb was enrolled in Embry Riddle aeronautical school, learning to fly commercial planes, but somewhere between dating her yuppie fiancĂ© and planning their wedding in Chicago, Deb developed both agoraphobia, a fear of open spaces and claustrophobia, fear of closed spaces. I blame the yuppie. On their way from Syracuse NY to Chicago, the yuppie placed so much pressure on Deb with wedding arrangements and meeting the wealthy stuck-up family that Deb’s chest began to tighten. The cabin crew were preparing for their takeoff announcements as Deb began to feel trapped. The Boeing 737 was transforming into a metal tin can with wings. Deb took Adam’s hand, seeking comfort. He sat motionless in his neatly pressed J Crew shirt and ironed jeans. His face was freshly shaven, and he smelled of sex and desire. Deb sighed loudly as her seatbelt began to dig into her skinny lap. She tried loosening the strap, but her hands trembled with anxiety. She placed a manicured finger to her neck; her throat was beginning to tighten. Adam the yuppie was staring at Deb as she fidgeted with the belt. “What are you doing?” he said, annoyed. “Just leave it alone.”

Deb began to take deep breaths, exhaling as she fanned herself with her hands.

“Deb, stop that. People are looking at you,” Adam growled. He hated scenes and cared highly what strangers thought of him. Deb looked at the man she was going to marry and said, “Nope! Not flying today!”
Adam became agitated, annoyed by Deb’s sudden display of theatrics. “Sit down and calm down, Deb!” He ran a hand through his black hair. “Jesus, you fly planes for Christ’s sakes, don’t give me this shit that you’re suddenly afraid to fly.” He grabbed Deb by the arm as she tried to stand up from her seat.
“Look Adam, I don’t know what’s going on...I just know I need to get off,” Deb said in the most forced pleasant tone she could muster. Deb raised her hand to the flight attendant who was walking down the aisle. “Hi there, sweetie! Excuse me!” Deb called, as she stood up, releasing her grasp from Adam’s controlling hand. Her three carat diamond ring flashed the flight attendant in the eye. “Hi, sweetie. I’m so sorry to do this now, right before takeoff but...I got to get off.” Deb reached for the overhead compartment, grabbing her coach bag, her butt accidentally hitting the man next to her. “Oh, so sorry, sweetie,” she said to the passenger.
“Not much room on this thing.” Deb patted her clammy chest, which was beginning to break out in a cold sweat. “God, can you feel it, it’s getting hot in here. Oh boy...it’s time for me to go.” The flight attendant looked down at Adam who was now in a full rage.
“Deb, will you stop this nonsense and sit back down.” His voice was stern, a father directing a child.
“Nope, don’t think I will. But I’ll meet you outside, okay babe!” Deb pleasantly pushed past the flight attendant, excusing herself as she made her way to the exit. She was wearing her first pair of Gucci stilettos and was making sure to tiptoe gracefully as she raced down the speckled blue carpet. The flight attendant quickly scurried in front of Deb as she approached the exit door.
“Ma’am, please take your seat. You are not supposed to be out of your seat before takeoff.” Deb eyed the flight attendant’s name tag. “Donna, I need you to listen very carefully to me, okay sweetie. I have to get off this plane.” Deb was pushing down the edges of her miniskirt. She could feel the cabin closing in, the plane was shrinking.
Donna stretched out her arms, blocking Deb. “Ma’am, you can’t get off this plane. You must return to your seat and I will come around to speak with you momentarily.” Deb glanced at Donna’s bad dye job; black roots were showing through her bleached hair. Donna’s face had a perfect ring along her jawline where the foundation stopped. Deb wanted to give her a quick crash course in fundamental foundation rules on applying makeup, but Donna’s face began to swirl as Deb’s nausea began to rise. Deb placed a hand on her forehead, trying to steady the swaying. 
“Donna, I can’t go back to my seat, I can’t stay on this plane.” Donna raised an eyebrow at Deb. 
“What I need to do, Donna, is get off. So, if you would be a doll and just scoot over so I can fit through the aisle and make my way to the door, I would appreciate it.”

Donna glanced at the other flight attendant standing behind Deb. “Ma’am, the engines have started.” Donna pointed in the air. “Can’t you hear? I cannot let you off the plane.”

Deb began to panic. A burning sensation was rising up from her stomach, scorching her arms, making its way to her head. She felt hot all over. The cabin was closing in, crunching her.
“Donna, just go talk to the pilot, explain to him I need to get off. He’ll understand and open the doors so I can leave.”
Donna braced her arms against Deb’s body. “Ma’am, I will not tell you again. You need to go back to your seat, and someone will be with you shortly to talk you through this.”
Deb pressed her face against the window. She could see the wheels on the plane moving. An intense fear struck Deb, she realized she had to get off that second. “Talk to me!” Deb’s voice was frantic, growing louder with each syllable. “What the hell is talking going to do for me? I’M IN FEAR! I HAVE FEAR! I need to get off and either you will remove yourself from my path or go get the pilot!”
“The pilot? You want me to go speak to the pilot?” That’s when Donna realized Deb had lost her rabbit ass mind.



Rebecca Henry is a world traveler, living abroad in England. Besides being an author of two published books, Rebecca is also a podcast talk host on the show, The Latte Talk Podcast. She is a serious vegan, gardener, crafter, and practices yoga. She loves to laugh, her drug of choice and loves all things witchy with a hint of the macabre. 
Her favorite holiday is Halloween and her favorite movie of all time is Practical Magic.
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TWISTED DESIRE

Title: Twisted Desire
Series: Twisted #2.5
Author: Jessi Elliott
Genre: Urban Fantasy (New Adult)
Release Date: April 16, 2019 Cover Credit: Arijana Karčić, Cover It! Designs 
Being left to lead the fae alongside an annoyingly charming partner really screws with your life.
Skylar Chen just received the promotion of an eternity. After Tristan and Aurora trade their esteemed status for mundane life, it’s now her responsibility to lead the fae.
The catch? She has to work with Nikolai Sterling. With his constant smirks and dangerous good looks, he has a way of getting under Skylar’s skin like no one else. Even still, she’d much rather be getting under him.
Sexual tension aside, they have a bigger issue to deal with. The Experiment, a human organization built on hatred toward the fae, threatens to wipe them from existence. It’s time for Skylar and Nikolai to recruit allies, bring the fae together, and prepare for battle.
Fighting to protect her people is something Skylar can manage. It’s the skeletons in her designer closet that make opening up to Nikolai where she’s suddenly out of her element.
In this finale novella, the beloved side characters from Twisted Fate and Twisted Gift take center stage to bring down the organization set on destroying them.
Jessi Elliott is a law clerk and author of both young adult and new adult romantic fiction. Her love of writing was born after many years of reading and reviewing books on her blog.
She lives in Southwestern Ontario with her adorable cat, Phoebe. Yes, named after the Friends character.
When she’s not plotting her next writing project, she likes to spend her time hanging with friends and family, getting lost in a steamy romance novel, watching Friends, and drinking coffee.
You can find Jessi at www.jessielliott.com, on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. You can join her newsletter to stay up to date on book news and upcoming releases.
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