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Run away, run into their arms or crush them like a bug?

It started with talk of Halloween costumes, then it turned to the paranormal – vampires, shifters, witches and more – and became inspired by the writing of Christine Feehan, Thea Harrison, Lindsey Piper, Sherrilyn Kenyon and Kristen Callihan.

Now we ask you the burning question: When the veil between the worlds wears thin and things that go bump in the night abound, do you run away, run into their arms or crush them like a bug?

Scenario 1

You’ve survived the type of childhood that would make the Bates family in Psycho seem normal, and become the type of cop that could give the Special Forces a run for their money. Then you wake up after being caught in a shootout to find: ‘A man [is] standing over [you]. Very tall, powerful. A predator . . . [and] Completely hot.’ He gives you back your gun when you ask for it. Do you run or do you stay?

Dark GuardianAsk that same question again when you find out he’s not human.

 

Question inspired by Dark Guardian by Christine Feehan.

 

 

 

Scenario 2

Fae, vampires and dragons, oh my. You’ve spent your life keeping a low profile among the Elder Races, that is until that rat b*st*rd blackmailed you into stealing from a frickin’ dragon! Now you’ve been caught, pretty much red-handed, and are in a very difficult situation. Do you turn to the incredibly hot dragon you’ve just stolen from for help, or do you leg it?

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Question inspired by Thea Harrison’s Dragon Bound.

 

 

 

Scenario 3

You’re a Dragon King (gender neutral species name), but for most of your life you’ve been a slave and most recently a prisoner, known only as ‘the Pet’. You’ve escaped and are on a mission you know could change the fate of your entire species, but your exceedingly-hot, former jailer keeps getting in the way. Do you hog tie him and hoof it, or bring him along?

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Question inspired by Lindsey Piper’s Hunted Warrior.

 

 

 

Scenario 4

You’re washing up the dishes in the kitchen when there’s a flash of light, you turn around to discover: ‘A handsome man. A naked man!’ Strangely he looks exactly like the love slave your bestie, a witch, tried to conjure for your birthday present. Even stranger, since you’ve never believed in the paranormal, let alone an ongoing war between vampires, gods and who knows what else. What do you do? Run like hell? Fling the dishes at him? Jump him?

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Question inspired by Sherrilyn Kenyon’s Fantasy Lover.

 

 

 

Scenario 5

You spend your evenings skulking through the streets of Victorian London. You may be young but you’re no stranger to the supernatural and are ‘older than most Mayfair debutantes offered up for sale’. You meet a mysterious man – who you discover is incredibly fit when you sensibly check him for weapons – on one of your late night jaunts, he has you cornered . . . Do you fight, stand your ground or slip away?

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Question inspired by Kristen Callihan’s Firelight.

 

 

 

 

Do let us know just what you would do. You might even turn this into a party game; we had hours of fun.

Eloisa James & Julia Quinn Chat Ideas, Research, Books & More

Interview

 

Good heavens! It’s been quite a week for Piatkus Fiction and ladies, we’re positively faint! *fans self elegantly, reaches for the smelling salts but –oops – finds the gin . . .* We admit it has at times been tiresome typing in gloves, insisting that email is not a thing and sitting on our office chairs in corsets (particularly for poor Dominic), but needs must.

All joking aside* we’ve had a wonderful time sharing such great content with you all! It’s been very exciting to see your enthusiasm for our brilliant authors and I’m delighted to present the final piece – a fantastic interview between two Regency romance greats: Eloisa James and Julia Quinn. This made us laugh out loud in the middle of the office – we hope very much that you enjoy it too.

*but not the gin. The gin stays where it is.

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Julia: Okay, Eloisa, I’ll go first since my deadline is sooner which means I am more eager to procrastinate. I want to know what the first thing is that comes into your mind when someone asks, “Where do you get your ideas?” Because we get asked that ALL the time, and we never have a good answer.

Eloisa: “At the sale counter, going cheap — two heroines for the price of a pirate!” More seriously, I think I get them from reading. And watching movies and TV. I saw a couple episodes of House, M.D. on a plane once and ended up turning a version of the good doctor into the hero of When Beauty Tamed the Beast. How about you, Julia? Let’s talk blatant theft. What’s the last movie that inspired you to write?

Julia: When I steal things, I’m never quite so blatant. (Well, except for An Offer from a Gentleman, but who doesn’t love a good Cinderella story?) It’s more that I’ll watch a movie or read a book and it’ll inspire a feeling in me that gets me writing. That said, sometimes there are little concrete nuggets that inspire a book, even if no one would see the connection but me. For example, The Lost Duke of Wyndham and Mr. Cavendish, I Presume were inspired by a Dire Straits Song! (“Industrial Disease,” in case you’re interested.)

Eloisa: Hey, I love Dire Straits! I just taught his “Romeo and Juliet” (in Shakespeare class, natch). So that makes me think: you’ve rewritten Cinderella. Have you ever thought of doing a Beauty and the Beast? Because I have the title: The Beautiful, Beastly Bridgerton!

Julia: This is why I don’t turn to you when trying to come up with titles for my books.

Eloisa: Yeah, our publisher rejects them too. I would love to put Bodacious in a title. Bodacious Bridgerton? No? Seriously, do you come up with your own titles? Because all my best titles have come from my editor, who has a positive gift for it. What’s your favorite title?

Julia: I’d say I’ve come up with about three-quarters of them. My favorite is probably How to Marry a Marquis. It was my first really clever title. I actually sort-of kind-of stole it from Candice Hern. She’d written a traditional regency in the vein of Georgette Heyer that she wanted to call How to Marry a Duke. Her editor hated it and they changed to something totally nondescript. When Candice told me about this, I immediately said, “Can I have it?” A little alliteration later and it was How to Marry a Marquis.

I think this might have been the only time I had a title before I had a book idea, and it actually took me several years to come up with a plot to go with it. I was completely at a loss until this book called The Rules came out, purporting to be a modern-day guide to catching a husband. I immediately thought, “A-ha! Jane Austen meets The Rules!”

In retrospect, this was probably my only true high-concept novel.

Eloisa: I’m trying to think if I’ve ever written a high concept novel . . .  I don’t think so. My plots usually spring from a funny detail that I somehow turn into a whole book. The idea for My American Duchess sprang from a visit to a British historical house where the dining room table featured a pineapple on a silver platter. The docent told us that pineapples were so expensive and fashionable that people used to rent them for a dinner party! I instantly thought up an American heroine who would horrify high society by asking for a slice of pineapple. From there, I had a wonderful time coming up with more mistakes that Merry could inadvertently make. Did any of your novels spring from one funny idea?

Julia: No, but I did have one novel spring up from an opening line. The first line of To Catch an Heiress just popped into my head fully-formed: “Caroline Trent hadn’t meant to shoot Percival Prewitt, but she had, and now he was dead.”

I have to say, I’m fascinated about that pineapple thing. I’d never heard of that! Food is one of those things I find I’m always researching. That and flora in general. I can’t tell you how much time I’ve wasted spent trying to figure out which flowers are in bloom and when in specific regions of England. My latest research time-sink has been the American Revolutionary War. Because of Miss Bridgerton is set in England, but the hero’s brother is a captain in the 54th Regiment of Foot, stationed in New England and New York. I spent hours and hours figuring out which regiment he needed to be in in order to put him where I want him crazy — since he doesn’t even appear in the book! What about you? What’s your latest research black hole?

Eloisa: After my dissertation-level research into the status of pineapples in the western world (ask me anything!), my most recent foray has been into the world of Registry Offices, from which people would hire servants. The heroine of the book I’m writing at the moment, Seven Minutes in Heaven, owns a registry office for governesses. Even talking about my manuscript makes me nervous, though . . .  I should be writing it. Why don’t I ask one last question. What book are you writing right now, and what’s the heroine like?

Julia: I’m putting the finishing touches on Because of Miss Bridgerton. The heroine is the eponymous Miss Bridgerton — Billie Bridgerton, to be more specific. She’s a total tomboy, utterly devoted to her home and village, and about to fall in love with the guy who has been the bane of her existence for years. She doesn’t own a registry office, but she’s really into managing her father’s estate, which means I got to research barley and mulch. I’m thinking pineapples sound like more fun.

Eloisa: OK, I’m off to google wax flowers (every governess needs to know how to make them), leaving Julia to research pineapple stoves (seriously, all the best estates had one!).
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Farewell for now, dear readers – may your future involve many dukes, cads of only the most entertaining kind and a multitude of gilded invitations!

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Erin Knightley Brings Twitter to Regency England

The Duke Can Go to the DevilFor our last day of #RegencyWeek we wished to LOL, so naturally we went to Erin Knightley, who kindly brought Twitter to Regency England and the hero and heroine of  The Duke Can Go to the Devil.

Mei-li Bradford @WorldTravelerMay

Daughter of a sea captain, possessor of own mind.

The Far East will always be home, even when temporarily

stuck in not-so-jolly old England.

 

The Duke of Radcliffe @DukeOfRad

   You may call me Your Grace.

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Mei-li Bradford @WorldTravelerMay

Met a pompous duke last night. But then again, is there any other kind? #beaumondesnobs

The Duke of Radcliffe @DukeOfRad

@WorldTravelerMay Might you be referring to our disastrous meeting last night? Funny. All I remember is your legendary impertinence. #rude

Mei-li Bradford @WorldTravelerMay

Surprise! The @DukeofRad is sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong again. I bet butting into conversations is a special talent of yours.

The Duke of Radcliffe @DukeOfRad

@WorldTravelerMay Merely a talent for knowing when I’m being discredited. Is your aunt speaking to you yet? Surprised you’re on here at all…

Mei-li Bradford @WorldTravelerMay

@DukeofRad My aunt would never be here — she’s still stuck in the last century. Of course, I would have thought the same of you… #oldfashioned

The Duke of Radcliffe @DukeOfRad

@WorldTravelerMay Propriety never goes out of fashion. Neither do apologies. *waits patiently*

Mei-li Bradford @WorldTravelerMay

@DukeofRad LMAO! Get comfortable, because you’re going to be waiting a looong time. Oh! Unless you meant you’re waiting to apologize to *me*

Mei-li Bradford @WorldTravelerMay

@DukeofRad *waits patiently*

The Duke of Radcliffe @DukeOfRad

I’m pleased to be attending the ball this week. Thank you to the committee for their excellent organisation of this event.

Mei-li Bradford @WorldTravelerMay

@DukeofRad Decided to ignore me, I see. If only you’d done so last night, I wouldn’t be stuck groveling for my aunt’s mercy. >:-{

The Duke of Radcliffe @DukeOfRad

@WorldTravelerMay You’ve only yourself to blame, Miss Bradford. *Such* a pity you won’t be attending the ball. #sorrynotsorry

Mei-li Bradford @WorldTravelerMay

@DukeofRad Aw, was that your first “I’m sorry?” I’m honored! *frames tweet*

The Duke of Radcliffe @DukeOfRad

@WorldTravelerMay You know very well that was no apology.

Mei-li Bradford @WorldTravelerMay

@DukeofRad Well, we both know it couldn’t have been sarcasm since, as you so condescendingly pointed out, “Sarcasm is the lowest from of wit.”

Mei-li Bradford @WorldTravelerMay

@DukeofRad Therefore…apology accepted. #May1Duke0

The Duke of Radcliffe @DukeOfRad

@WorldTravelerMay *scowls* I am not amused.

Mei-li Bradford @WorldTravelerMay

@DukeofRad Ah, but I am, which means I win. #quittingwhileimahead #MayOut

We absolutely adore May and The Duke of Rad, as he will be henceforth known in the office. If you’d like more of them, get Erin’s latest book here:

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Five Reasons Women Had it Better in Regency Times

Ok, so they couldn’t vote, husbands and fathers had total control over their lives and the fashions occasionally cracked a rib or two, but there were some upsides to being a woman in the 18th Century. From all-night parties to wet nurses, Historical author Joanna Taylor explains.

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1. All nighters

With no licensing laws and plenty of private parties, revellers went on all night. Popular gatherings like masquerade balls served an extra dinner at midnight to keep the revellers dancing until dawn. And with wine glasses around 2/3rds smaller than our modern-day buckets, people got less drunk (or at least paced themselves) and had more staying power.

Party-goers even breakfasted on the remains of the dinner from the night before and headed out to the nearest tavern. Time to party like it’s 1799 …

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2. Credit in your husband’s name

Regency women had no rights whatsoever to their own money. But this turned in women’s favour when London shops began issuing huge store credit. Female shoppers could rack up a huge bill and put it in their husband’s name. If he couldn’t cover the store charges, she was exempt from any prosecution or responsibility. But he was liable to pay her bill. This was such a problem for one poor Regency husband that he even took a newspaper advertisement with his wife’s description asking shops not to serve her. Spend it up ladies!

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3. High maintenance desserts

Labour intensive cakes were the order of the day. As was elaborate sugar-work. Antoine Careme, celebrity Regency chef of the day constructed jaw-dropping constructions in sugar. These included a table length ‘extraordinaire’ model of a Grecian temple and a replica of the Brighton Pavilion.

In domestic kitchens recipes included seed cake (beaten for two hours) and steamed puddings boiled overnight in cloths. Marzipan sweets, cream pastries and all manner of other delicacies also made it onto the table. Hot chocolate was routinely served for breakfast. And plumpness was fashionable. For women with a sweet tooth, Regency was their time to shine.

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4. Tailor-made clothes

Size 10 waist with a size 12 bust? Don’t worry about it! Your dressmaker will take your preferred fabric and map it perfectly to your exact size. Favourite dress chafing after a few too many plum puddings? No problem! Have it let out for pennies. Ready-to-wear is decades away and as long as you secure the fabric of your choice you can be sure the dress will fit.  Better yet those flattering Regency waistlines hide a multitude of sins.

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5. Wet nurses

For Regency mummies, there was no agonising over whether breast is best. They simply handed their tots to an experienced wet nurse and she did the rest. Fashionable Parisians took this one step further and farmed their children out to country wet nurses until they were two. So no late night feeds, maternity bras or sterilising bottles for these ladies. They went back to the serious business of socialising within weeks of giving birth. Why let a baby get in the way of a good party?

Enjoyed reading this? Masquerade, Joanna Taylor’s Regency take on Pretty Woman, is out NOW!

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Sarah MacLean is Launching a New Series!!!

The Rogue Not TakenNew York Times, Washington Post & USA Today bestseller Sarah MacLean is launching a new series and she’s agreed to share a few teasers of just what we can expect! Plus, this is the first time we’ve shared the cover!

I’m so excited to be launching a new series this year —  Scandal & Scoundrel merges 21st Century Celebrity Gossip with Pre-Victorian England. Below, Five Features of The Rogue Not Taken the first in Scandal & Scoundrel novel!

1) A Rapscallion Rogue Kingscote, Marquess of Eversely, who goes by the near-blasphemous moniker “King,” is famous for ending engagements; there isn’t a woman in Britain who can resist him . . . even those about to be married. King is a rogue’s rogue, however . . . and he has no intention of ever marrying.

2) A Sister to Scandal – Lady Sophie Talbot is the youngest of a particularly scandalous set of sisters  known to all of London as “The Dangerous Daughters” (readers of modern gossip rags will recognise Sophie’s sisters as akin to a certain K-initialed clan!)  It’s not easy being the youngest, plainest and most uninteresting of such a becoming brood, however, and when scandal finds Sophie, it’s outrageous.

3) An Unwelcome Stowaway  When Sophie escapes society’s censure, she unwittingly lands herself in King’s Border-bound carriage . . . much to their mutual dismay. Between uncomfortable carriage rides, unplanned stops and unwelcome highwaymen, the journey north is unexpected, to say the least.

4) A Curricle Club   Why should contemporary romance heroes have all the vehicular fun? King would ride motorcycles with the best of them  he’s got the leather pants and the raucous friends to prove it. He’s obsessed with his first-class curricle, built to such unique specification that it requires custom carriage wheels. Until, Sophie gets hold of them. And he’s got no choice but to ride via coach.

5) The Attraction of Opposition  Sophie and King are everything the other loathes, and what ensues is the most rompy of my books to date. He thinks she’s after his title, and she wouldn’t have him if he were the last man on earth. They don’t even like each other. Except when they’re kissing. They like that bit quite a bit.

 

The Rogue Not Taken is out Dec 29th, and is up for pre-order now!

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Anna Bradley’s Advice on Escaping the Dangers of the Ballroom

A Wicked Way to Win an EarlIt’s the fifth day of Regency week and do we have a treat for you . . .

(well, yes, we do. Obvs)

Determined to avoid that pesky ‘diamond of the first water’ title at all costs? Bored to tears by devastatingly handsome Dukes demanding your dance card? Girls, this is your lucky day! Anna Bradley, debutante author (see what we did there?) has the perfect advice for all you wannabe wallflowers out there . . .

 

BALLROOM DO’S AND DON’TS

That invitation you’re holding in your hand, dear — the fine heavy paper one with the lovely engraving? I’m sure you think it’s an invitation to the ball of the season, but it isn’t. It’s an invitation to disaster. A single misstep in the ballroom tonight may easily become tomorrow’s scandal on the lips of the London gossips!

Now don’t fret. There’s no need to make yourself blotchy. You’ll escape the ballroom with your reputation intact. How? Why, it’s the easiest thing in the world! We’ll simply transform you entirely, from your coiffure to the toes of your slippers. When we’re finished you’ll be indistinguishable from the rest of the herd — ah, that is, from the other young ladies.

Let’s begin with dress, or, as it shall be known from this point on, your disguise.

You may not wear white. You’ll be mistaken for a debutante and assessed by every tedious marriage-minded gentleman in attendance as if you were horseflesh on the auction block.

Bright colors won’t do, either. Alas, no jonquil, coquelicot, Pomona green, or any other color that doesn’t blend with the ballroom décor.

No intriguing displays of décolletage. Under every gentleman’s genteel surface lurks a shameless debaucher just waiting for an excuse to leer and paw at you. A bare bosom gives him one! Immodest necklines are spectacles in the making.

Be ruthless with your lacing. Tug on your stays until your breath is strangled in your lungs. When you begin to feel faint, you’re only one tug away from perfection! A swoon is a lady’s dearest friend, and your best chance at an early departure.

As to the gentlemen . . .

Your first task upon entering the ballroom is to find the handsomest gentleman there, then take care to avoid him for the rest of the evening. Don’t smile at him, speak to him, flirt with him or dance with him. Don’t even tilt your fan in his direction.

If you do catch an inappropriate gentleman’s attention, hide behind a marble column until he settles on a less cautious young lady. It won’t take long. Gentlemen are easily distracted!

To be safe, you should treat all handsome, wealthy or impressively-titled gentlemen as if they carry the pox (forgive me, dear, but there’s a fair chance at least one of them does).

Finally, strive to be forgettable!

No cleverness, no sparkling conversation, no encouraging smiles, and above all, no wit. If you can’t speak without spirit, don’t speak at all. Smile vacantly instead.

If you find yourself longing for a handsome partner, or worse, persuade yourself you’re only one dance with the Duke of ____ away from becoming his Duchess, tear your gown, retire to the lady’s retiring room at once, and stay there until your carriage is called.

As I said, it’s the easiest thing in the world to avoid notice at a ball! For our next lesson we’ll learn about house parties. Prepare yourself for something wicked . . .

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Anna Bradley’s debut novel is out this November in ebook and in December in print! Pre-order a copy here:

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An Exclusive, Early Excerpt from Eloisa James’ MY AMERICAN DUCHESS

My American DuchessI don’t know about everyone else, but ever since we read the cover copy of My American Duchess, we’ve been dying to get our hands on it. To help tide us over Eloisa has kindly supplied us with an exclusive, early excerpt for #RegencyWeek.

Enjoy!

He had promised himself he would be gentle when he kissed her. He was wrong.

It was a greedy kiss. He had never realised that a lady’s lips could be as voluptuous as a courtesan’s — but that the addition of surprise and innocence would make it a far headier experience than he had ever experienced.

To this point, Trent hadn’t particularly enjoyed kissing. It was too intimate. He’d never been selfish about giving pleasure, as he enjoyed bodily intimacy. All the same, he didn’t care for kissing.

Not until now.

When Merry started kissing him back, the shock of it sent a hum down his limbs that brought with it a strange feeling, as if the world were shaking around them.

One of her hands came around his neck and buried itself in his hair. Her mouth had been sweet, but now it was silk and fire. Her innocence was still there, but alongside it, a searing urgency.

Trent lost himself. Their tongues danced together and he felt a shudder go through Merry’s body. She made a whimpering sound in the back of her throat, and desire exploded down his spine.

It wasn’t until he became aware that one of his hands had settled on her thigh, and that certain parts of his body had taken on an ungentlemanly life of their own, that he regained a measure of sanity.

He drew his mouth away from hers, just far enough that he could still feel the erotic heat of her breath. He watched her face, his heart pounding unsteadily, as she opened her eyes.

A man could get lost in those eyes. Desire shimmered between them like a haze on a hot day in August.

Would she be outraged? Surprised?

She was dismayed.

“I loathe myself,” she mumbled, closing her eyes in anguish.

“It wasn’t a bad kiss.” Trent’s voice had a rasp that he’d never heard in it before.

Her eyes opened again. “You have the oddest sense of humor,” she said, frowning.

“Did you enjoy the kiss?”

“It was a very nice kiss. In fact —”

She caught back whatever she was about to say.

“I am a despicable person,” she said, her voice ragged.

He suppressed a smile. “I strongly disagree.”

Descriptions and details began tumbling out of her — about Bertie, who used to kiss her on a sofa (if Trent ever met him, he’d have to kill him for that), about Dermot, about Cedric . . . In short, the whole sorry saga of Merry’s romantic life thus far.

Trent didn’t want to discuss the three men she’d fancied herself in love with. He didn’t want to imagine that they had touched her. Or kissed her.

As Merry recounted her supposed sins, Trent cupped her face in his hands and lowered his lips to hers, so close that their noses brushed. She went silent. “You never kissed Cedric the way you just kissed me,” he stated.

Her eyes didn’t fail him. He could see the truth in them. “No,” she said with a little gasp. “No — that is to say, I won’t discuss it. This mustn’t ever happen again, Your Grace. I’m —”

He took her mouth in a thirsty, deep kiss.

Before now, first, second and third kisses had been merely signposts on the road to bed. His mistresses had all been courtesans, refined women who chose their lovers and enjoyed his company as much as he did theirs.

Kissing Merry was no signpost. It was like making love, something he could do all night. She was everything he’d ever wanted in a woman, and nothing he’d ever thought to find in a lady.

 

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What’s Next for Elizabeth Hoyt’s Maiden Lane?

Sweetest ScoundrelAs some of you may know, Elizabeth Hoyt has agreed to continue her Maiden Lane series! We’re terribly excited, but it begs the question: where is the series going next?

Thankfully, Elizabeth has agreed to answer that question:

Late next month my ninth Maiden Lane novel, Sweetest Scoundrel will hit stores. Asa Makepeace is an eagerly awaited hero, if my reader mail is anything to go by. He’s self-made, big, bold and brash. Our heroine, Eve Dinwoody, in contrast, is the bastard daughter of a duke and a retiring sort of lady. She’s dragged rather unwillingly out of the comforts of her quiet house by her brother who has left her in charge of the finances of Asa’s pleasure garden.

 

Is Asa pleased by this turn of events? You can bet your brass buttons he isn’t. But while Eve might be retiring she isn’t about to let Asa just walk all over her — even if he’s about the sexiest man she’s ever seen. For his part, Asa isn’t used to a woman who isn’t intimidated by him or his temper, who actually argues back and who sees him as a man — not just as a business. This is a true clash of personalities and I hope you enjoy reading Sweetest Scoundrel!

 

And after Sweetest Scoundrel? I’m pleased to announce that I’ve been contracted for another three Maiden Lane novels, starting with Duke of Sin, the Duke of Montgomery’s book is coming in late spring 2016. Montgomery made quite an impression upon readers in Darling Beast: he’s mercurial, vain, and amoral. In the past he’s done some pretty terrible things, and on Goodreads and my Facebook page many are wondering if I can redeem him. I certainly hope so . . . but it may be a journey. 😉 His heroine is Bridget Crumb, the bastard daughter of an aristocrat and Montgomery’s housekeeper.

 

After Duke of Sin comes Duke of Pleasure with a new hero, Hugh Fitzroy, the Duke of Kilshaw, but a long-awaited heroine, Alf, the girl — actually a woman — dressed as an urchin boy in previous Maiden Lane books. Finally, I’ll be ending Maiden Lane with Duke of Desire.

 

If you haven’t already, do go ahead and check out some of the places I lurk online. I make idea books for each of my books on Pinterest, and I discuss and sometimes hold Name that Dog Character Contests on Facebook. You can read excerpts of upcoming books on my website, as well as read bonus content such as the extra epilogue to Dearest Rogue I recently wrote. And on Twitter I’m mostly just silly.

 

Happy Reading!

 

 

Elizabeth Hoyt

 

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Mary Balogh’s favourite kissing scene

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We are honoured to welcome this afternoon’s guest to Regency Week: international bestseller Mary Balogh, author of over 60 novels and one of the biggest names in Historical romance today.

We asked Mary to choose, out of all of her books, her very favourite kiss scene! With over 30 years of writing behind her, it’s a big call to make . . . Read on to find out what she chose!

I’d like to choose the kiss that gave my newest book, Only a Kiss, its title.

Percy, Earl of Hardford, has come at last to the estate in Cornwall he inherited two years ago, only to find Imogen, Lady Barclay, his predecessor’s widowed daughter-in-law, in residence because the roof is off the dower house, where she usually lives. Imogen is not Percy’s type at all. He thinks of her as the marble lady. And he is not her type – he is altogether too flippant, too irresponsible. They quarrel in the library one night over who should pay for the repairs to her roof – each insists upon doing it. She is very close and very angry when she tells him he is no gentleman. But instead of defending himself, he curls one hand about the back of her neck and kisses her.

“He did not need even the fraction of one second to know that he had made a big mistake . . .  She broke off the kiss after perhaps two seconds and cracked him across one cheek with an open palm . . . His cheek stung and his eye watered . . . ‘How dare you,’ she cried . . . He owed her a groveling apology – at the very least. ‘It was only a kiss,’ he said instead.”

And Percy muses a little later when he is alone that if that kiss had lasted for two seconds, then for at least one of them she had kissed him back.

To find out more about Mary Balogh, visit her website or follow her on Facebook.

 

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