Release day for The Viscount’s Vow is next Wednesday, September 4, 2013.
To celebrate, I’ve giving away a copy of The Viscount’s Vow to a one commenter today. Don’t forget to leave your email address when you comment!
For the release I’m giving away my ebooks, ribbon and bead bookmarks, a Kindle, and blue rose teacups. All the details will be up next week.
Oh, and watch for the blog tours because there’s a gift card giveaway. All the tours will be posted here.
The book trailer is done too. Take a look. I’ve posted some of the images from the trailer below in the excerpt.
Here’s an excerpt from a scene at the Romani encampment
Ian placed a hand on Vangie’s shoulder. “I’m so very sorry.”
Oh, how she needed a comforting touch. But not his. Never again his.
She wrenched away from him.
Her voice ringing with scathing condemnation, she said, “Tell me, Lord Warrick, are you terribly disappointed I’ll not have a distended belly proclaiming to the world I carry your seed before you discard me?”
Vangie heard him suck in a great gulp of air.
“She was lying, Vangie.”
She clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle the sobs demanding release.
Was she? Or was Lucinda telling the truth, and Ian the liar?
When she didn’t respond he pressed, “Lucinda knew you were behind me. Her lies were contrived to cause you pain and grief.”
He laid a hand on her shoulder. “We’re legally married. By all that is holy, I swear it.”
What did he know of holiness?
Vangie struggled to turn over, the weight of the quilt covering her adding to the burden of her grief. She pinned him with a direct look.
“Tell me one thing,” she rasped. “Did you or did you not venture to London for the express purpose of causing my downfall?”
“Vangie. . .”
“Perhaps downfall isn’t accurate. Putting me in my place? Giving me my just due? Ruining me?”
He said nothing. Had guilt rendered him speechless? She searched his face. His handsome features were etched with sorrow, and his eyes . . . was that regret? Or . . . could it be? Were those tears awash in the silvery depths?
Her heart twisted painfully. Blast and damn. No. She’d not feel compassion for him. She was the victim. She would offer him no quarter, no mercy.
“Well, did you?”
“That was before I. . .”
Pain, razor-sharp pierced her heart and left it bleeding. “It’s a simple question, Ian. Yes or no?”
“It’s not that simple—”
With a doggedness that surprised even her, Vangie persisted. “Yes or no?”
“Sweeting, I’d been told. . .”
Told? Fury whipped anew. She bit out, “Yes. Or. No?”
Absolute, resolute, demanding truth’s validation, either to mend her shattered heart or annihilate it completely, Vangie would have her answer. No more a corked-brained, beguiled miss, blinded by love. Looking through the twin lenses of betrayal and deceit, she could at last see Ian clearly.
His eyes pleaded with her to understand. His voice low and filled with self-condemnation, he uttered but one syllable.
“Yes.”
All the information about the release party and how you can win prizes will be pinned to the top of these Facebook pages of mine.
