on August 14th 2018
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Wicked Rogue of Mine
Historical romance authors Scarlett Scott, Amanda Mariel, Gemma Blackwood, Dawn Brower, Ellie St. Clair, Tammy Andersen, and Jillian Eaton bring you a must-read collection of swoon worthy stories.
From the decks of a pirate ship to the ballrooms of London, the unlikeliest of pairings find their way to happily ever afters.
For a limited time, you can meet this collection of rogues from pirate Captain Edmond Grey to the laird Earl of Dumfries along with five other sexy heroes.
Today, Tuesday, through Friday we will be learning more about the lovely stories.
Lord of Pirates
by Scarlett Scott
About the book…
When a dangerous-looking stranger raps on Lizzie Winstead’s door one stormy night, the peace of her humdrum life is shattered. She’s shocked to discover her visitor is Captain Edmond Grey, one of the most feared pirates of the realm and her lost love. Edmond is a wanted man throughout the Colonies, but despite his formidable reputation, he desperately needs help to nurse his wounded brother back to health. Only Lizzie can be trusted not to turn Edmond over to authorities for the price on his head. Is the love they once shared strong enough to reunite them forever and conquer the demons of Edmond’s past?
“I must confess, you have the better of me, my lady,” he replied after a moment of hesitation. “For, of course, that mask hides a great deal of your beauty.”
Arabella tried to smile, ignoring the rolling ball of tension in her stomach. “You are too kind, Your Grace. Of course, no one could mistake your identity here.”
“Is that so?” The Duke sounded, amused and Arabella wondered whether or not she had identified the wrong man entirely. It sounded nearly as though he was laughing at her.
“You are the Duke of Elenford, are you not?” she asked, bluntly, cringing at her own forwardness. Time was not on her side, however, and she would not waste her time on a man who was not her quarry. Given her father’s demands, she simply did not have time for propriety.
He chuckled again, and then she saw a flash of understanding come over him. “Ah, you must have heard my introduction. Well, let us say that, for this evening, I am. I am the Duke of Elenford.”
Still quite unsure as to what he meant, Arabella frowned at his riddle.
“What do you m—”
“I can see your dance card is quite empty,” the Duke interrupted her, reaching for the card dangling from her wrist. “How could such an enchanting creature such as yourself be without suitors?”
“Perhaps I have been saving my card for you, Your Grace,” Arabella replied at once, glad that her mask covered her heated cheeks. “So that you may have the first choice.”
He held her gaze for a moment, his dark eyes flashing from behind his mask. “Very good, then,” he murmured, catching her wrist and picking up the dance card. “What a shame this does not bear your name, for I am still struggling to work out your identity, on account of the feathers!”
Arabella could feel herself blushing to the roots of her hair, embarrassed at his horrified glance toward her ostentatious mask. “That is the fun of a masquerade, is it not?” she said, managing what she hoped was a coy smile. “To do what one wishes without the risk of ruining one’s reputation?”
“Well said, Mademoiselle,” he said with a wink, and her stomach seemed to do a somersault. “Though I could say it is hardly fair as you have the advantage of knowing who I am. However, I am always up for a bit of a game. Perhaps I shall just have to spend more time in your company so that I might be able to identify you,” he murmured, writing his name into two of her blank spaces, one of which included a waltz. “You intrigue me greatly.”
“Th-thank you, Your Grace,” Arabella stammered, stepping back slightly the moment he touched her hand, shocked as she was at the tingle left where his fingers had rested, despite the restriction of her glove between them. “I shall look forward to our dance.”
Heat Rating: 3
About the book…
Lady Amelia has only known the comfort of life in mid-eighteenth century English aristocracy. But when her father dies, she finds herself alone, grief stricken and not of age. Her appointed guardian, an American uncle, has ordered her to relocate to America where she must remain until she comes of age.
With the help of Grace and Sarah, Amelia gets her uncle to agree to give her four weeks to settle her affairs and unbeknownst to him…find an English lord to marry. Despite her mourning period she endeavors to trap one of London’s eligible bachelors in matrimony, so she can remain in her beloved England.
The Duke of Goldstone is devilishly handsome, but a Scottish Duke is entirely unacceptable as a possible husband. After all Scotland is not her beloved England. He has a nasty habit of showing up at all the wrong moments and thwarting her carefully laid plans to ensnare a suitable husband. Sparks fly as the pair find themselves at odds with each other and drawn to each other at the same time. Can they find a way to stop arguing long enough to explore their growing passion?
With a sigh, she positioned herself on the fountain’s edge. The first time she laid eyes on the work of art, she was a bright-eyed debutante embarking on her first season. It captured her imagination and made her dream of finding true love. She had vowed to herself in the fountain’s presence to marry for love or die an old maid. Amelia leaned over a bit and peered at her reflection in the rippling water. That vow seemed like a million years ago. Love no longer mattered; it could not. She reached a hand into the water and glided her fingers across the surface, further distorting her image. Nothing other than staying in England mattered now. Everything she had was here. Her parents would always be here, and she could not abandon them. Who would tend their graves? Protect the things they had spent their lives building or maintaining?
“A shilling for your thoughts, Lady Amelia.”
She jerked her hand from the water and looked up into the duke’s sapphire eyes. Her pulse quickened as she replied, “You are up and about rather early given last night’s ball.” No way would she share her ponderings with him.
He grinned. “I always go for a morning ride. There is nothing more serene than watching the sunrise wash the landscape in color.” He swept his arm out in an arch indicating the scenery. “What brings you out at this hour?”
Standing up, she took a step away from him in an effort to calm her trifling body. “I had the impression everyone remained sleeping.” She gazed up through her lashes. “I needed something to occupy my time.” He stepped closer to her, so close that she could feel his breath and see the pulse that beat just beneath the skin of his neck. Her nerve endings tingled as she breathed his scent, relishing the musky aroma. “I stopped to admire the fountain. It’s a wonderful piece of art.”
“Indeed,” he said. His gaze fused with hers.
She tipped her chin up, aimed her lips at his, and rose onto her toes. When their lips touched, a tingling sensation ran through her. The warmth and softness of his mouth caused her body to cry out for something she did not understand. Amelia twined her fingers into his soft onyx locks. She wanted this moment to last forever. His tongue lightly wet her lips as he pulled her closer. She parted them on instinct, wanting what he offered. Never could she have imagined something so divine.
Suddenly, he broke the kiss, and stepped away from her. “I do not–”
She raised her chin defiantly. “Forgive me, Your Grace, I know not what I do.” She waved her hand and continued, “Something just came over me.”
His eyes glowed. Whether in pleasure or anger, she wasn’t sure.
“It seems to me you know exactly what you do. If that little show last night wasn’t enough proof, this display certainly is.” His tone cut through her.
Anger crept in and her body began to shake. “Last night is none of your concern. You can forget about our kiss as well. I assure you it will not happen again, Your Grace.”
“Please use my given name. Now that you have compromised me, Richard will do just fine.” He smirked roguishly. “As for your little game, Amelia, I intend to figure out exactly what you are up to.
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