on June 20th 2017
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In Maggie Robinson’s sparkling new series, the quaint village in Gloucestershire is where the wayward sons and daughters of Great Britain’s finest families come for some R&R—and good old-fashioned “rehab”. But sometimes they find much more . . .
No one at Puddling-on-the-Wold ever expected to see Sarah Marchmain enter through its doors. But after the legendary Lady’s eleventh-hour rejection of the man she was slated to marry, she was sent here to restore her reputation . . . and change her mind. It amused Sadie that her father, a duke, would use the last of his funds to lock her up in this fancy facility—she couldn’t be happier to be away from her loathsome family and have some time to herself. The last thing she needs is more romantic distraction . . .
As a local baronet’s son, Tristan Sykes is all too familiar with the spoiled, socialite residents of the Puddling Rehabilitation Foundation—no matter how real their problems may be. But all that changes when he encounters Sadie, a brave and brazen beauty who wants nothing more than to escape the life that’s been prescribed for her. If only Tristan could find a way to convince the Puddling powers-that-be that Sadie is unfit for release, he’d have a chance to explore the intense attraction that simmers between them—and prove himself fit to make her his bride . . .
Sadie’s and Tristan’s first kiss
The shadows on his face disappeared in the bright rectangles of light from the windows. He looked down at her, a rare experience for an over-tall woman. There was assessment in his eyes. Wariness.
Good. He should want to be careful of her.
“And the same to you.” Impulsively, she stood on tiptoe and brushed her lips over his cheek. She meant to give him a peck only, a saucy thank you for walking her back to the house. But somehow he startled and turned his face in such a way that the light sharp bristles she’d first encountered turned to soft, sculpted lips.
For a long second, neither of them did anything at all. They were mouth to mouth, held breath to held breath. Sadie could feel the warmth of his body, hear the silence of it. He was so still, his hands resolutely at his sides.
Clearly, she should step back and get her lips as far away from his as she could. Yet she was as still as he, suspended in the darkness, velvet skin to velvet skin. An owl hooted in the distance, but the spell refused to be broken.
Really, someone should do something.
And then his mouth twitched the tiniest bit under hers. Opened the tiniest bit. Sadie felt his broad hands on her shoulders—
And he pushed her away with such force she landed on her derriere in the dirt. The ground was exceptionally hard, and covered with tiny stones that did nothing to improve her comfort.
“Bl—Forgive me. I didn’t intend for you to fall.” He reached a hand out and pulled her up. “What the devil did you think you were doing?” His voice was as frozen as snow. He fished out a handkerchief and was blotting his lips as if she’d contaminated him, the rotter.
“I wasn’t thinking. Obviously. And I certainly didn’t mean to really kiss you.”
“No? Then why did your mouth touch my face?”
“That’s it—I only planned to kiss your cheek. A friendly gesture. As if you were my…grandfather.”
He snorted. “I pity all your grandfathers you’ve tried to bamboozle. I know your sort, Lady Sarah. You are here on sufferance, and I’ll not be tricked by your feminine wiles.”
Feminine wiles? How absurd. She’d not made the least effort to extract them from her arsenal. In fact, her wiles were on the dusty side, virtually atrophied. Usually she tried to repel men rather than attract them.
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~~Reviewed by Amy~~
You can read Amy’s review on Buried Under Romance here.
Ms. Robinson is giving away 1 (one) digital copy of Seducing Mr. Sykes to a lucky commenter.
She is curious…
Can you remember your first kiss? What did you think when it happened? Where is he/she now?