THE VISCOUNT’S VOW Sale! 99¢
The bestselling, award-winning first book in the Castle Brides Series is on sale for a limited time!
February 12-19 only!
Amidst murder and betrayal, destiny and hearts collide when scandal forces a viscount and a gypsy noblewoman to marry in this Regency romance, sprinkled with suspense and humor.
Part Romani, part English noblewoman, Evangeline Caruthers is the last woman in England Ian Hamilton, the Viscount Warrick, could ever love—an immoral wanton responsible for his brother’s and father’s deaths. She thinks he’s a foul-tempered blackguard, who after setting out to cause her downfall, finds himself forced to marry her—snared in the trap of his own making.
When Vangie learns the marriage ceremony itself may have been a ruse, she flees to her gypsy relatives, declaring herself divorced from Ian under Romani law. He pursues her to the gypsy encampment, and when the handsome gypsy king offers to take Ian’s place in Vangie’s bed, jealousy stirs hot and dangerous.
At last, under a balmy starlit sky, Ian and Vangie breech the chasm separating them. Peril lurks though. Ian’s the last in his line, and his stepmother intends to dispose of the newlyweds so her daughter can inherit his estate. Only by trusting each other can they overcome scandal and murderous betrayal.
“A brilliant tale combining Regency romance with exotic Romani culture.”
2013 Sneak Peek Contest Historical and Grand Prize Winner-A Reader/Librarian/Bookseller judged contest for readable fiction.
2014 RONE Nominee
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“…delightful story filled with amazing characters, heinous villains and a love that defies all odds!” ~InD’Tale Magazine
“Such a sexy love story with all the Regency flair and bells and whistles. The characters are scrumptious and you will fall in love with them. The descriptive elements bring the page to life.” ~The Romance Reviews Top Pick
“The Viscount’s Vow is captivating Regency romance that shouldn’t be missed.” ~The Lusty Penguin Reviews
“All in all this was a brilliant historical romance that you won’t be able to put down.” ~Pure Jonel Reviews
“This is another fantastic read from Ms. Cameron.” ~My Reading Obsession
“With highwaymen, gypsies and an evil-stepmother — heartache, betrayal and smoldering romance,The Viscount’s Vow is fast paced and action packed all the way to the end! ~So Little Time-So Much to Read
“It had equal parts humor, sweetness and spiciness and is an absolute must read for a romance fan!” ~The League of Rogues
“Brilliant memorable ride when reading…you cannot help but being dazzled by the rich characters and setting of this romantic story.” ~Romance Reader Girl
Enjoy an excerpt
“You didn’t eat much, wife.”
They were alone on the dance floor. Ian deftly twirled Vangie around his aunt’s smallish ballroom, mindful of the interested gazes watching them.
Stealing a glance at the smiling and nodding onlookers, he suppressed a frown. He felt like a curiosity on display at Bullock’s Museum. He wished others would take to the floor, so he could dispense with the devoted bridegroom facade.
The twelve courses at dinner had been torturous. His wife hadn’t taken more than a dozen bites nor said as many words. He’d tried to eat the succulent foods Aunt Edith had gone to such efforts to have prepared, but his anger made everything dry as chalk and every bit as tasteless.
“I’d not much appetite, my lord.”
He chuckled. “Don’t you think you might address me by my given name, wife?”
“Why?” she asked pertly. “I’ve known you but four days, certainly not long enough to be so familiar with you.”
He lowered his head, breathing in her ear, very aware every eye in the room was trained on them. He’d give them something to gossip about. “Because I want you to, wife, and you did promise to obey.”
He nipped her ear.
She jumped and a tiny yelp of surprise escaped before she clamped her lips together. Her eyes were shooting sparks again; only this time they were directed at him.
“What’s my name, wife?”
“Please, don’t call me that. I too have a name, as you well know.”
Drawing her closer, her breasts pressing against the breadth of his chest and cresting the edge of her bodice, he murmured, “Indeed, but Evangeline sounds . . . angelic, and we both know you’re no such thing.”
“Pardon?” She stiffened, trying to shove away from him. “I don’t under—”
His head descended again. “Say it, or I’ll trace your ear with my tongue.”
He grinned as her breath hissed from between clenched teeth. She stumbled, her fingers digging into his shoulder and hand. A very becoming flush swept across her face.
“Will you cease?” Her worried gaze careened around the room. “We’re being watched.”
Voice husky, he said, “Say my name, sweeting.”
Giving her a gentle squeeze, he started to dip his head, caressing her elegant neck with his hot breath.
“Ian, your name is Ian,” she gasped breathlessly, twisting her head away.
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