Nine Days to Virtue and Valor’s Release-Already Celebrating With Giveaways
I have quite a line-up of ways I’m celebrating Virtue and Valor’s release.
I hope you can join me and thirteen other authors on June 26, 2015 from 6:30 – 10:00 PM EDT for a Facebook party.
We’re giving away all kinds of goodies: Gift cards, jewelry, books, bath salts and lotions, SWAG
Everyone is welcome! Just click HERE
I’ll be touring with Tasty Book Tours
June 22nd- Erotic Romance News
(Stop 2) 3 Partners in Shopping
(Stop 3) Flame Resistant Undies Romance Reviews
June 23rd- Jen’s Reading Obsession
(Stop 2) Underneath the Covers
(Stop 3) Addicted to Romance
June 24th- I am Indeed
(Stop 2) Rookie Romance
(Stop 3) Bab’s Book Bistro
June 25th- Lush Book Reviews
(Stop 2) Buried Under Romance
(Stop 3) Born to Read Books
June 26th- Christine’s Words
(Stop 2) Written Love Reviews
(Stop 3) LibriAmorMiei
GIVEAWAYS:
2 print copies of Wagers Gone Awry on Goodreads HERE
audio book of Highlander’s Hope HERE
$25.00 gift Card HERE
ENJOY AN EXCERPT
She angled her head and raised an eyebrow. “Lord Ramsbury, am I to assume you intend to renege on your word?”
“Yes, well as to that . . .” Lord Ramsbury scratched his brow, and then had the audacity to give her a saucy grin. “I wouldn’t call it reneging, precisely.”
Isobel stiffened, clenching her fingers about the cup’s fragile handle. She feared she’d snap the bit of porcelain right off or hurl the cup at his handsome head if he dared voice what she suspected he was about to.
Only years of rehearsed behavior enabled her to respond calmly. “And what precisely would you call it? I specifically said if I won, I wouldn’t be taking escorts when I left the keep.”
Lord Ramsbury relaxed against the chair, his fingers entwined across his flat abdomen. The signet ring on the little finger of his left hand glinted against the black and taupe of his waistcoat.
“Actually, you said if you won the game, you wouldn’t be taking two escorts with you. Our party will number six, unless your sister and Gregor decide to accompany us. Naturally, the men will be armed.”
Lord Ramsbury delivered the news with such self-assured confidence, that had her parasol been handy, she would have thumped him on his noggin. Soundly. She’d half a mind to retrieve her sabre and pin him to the chair like a beetle on exhibit.
The earl had neatly outmaneuvered her. Or so he believed. He thought to play another type of game, did he? The deceptive, green-eyed toad.
