Sometimes our wildest dreams come true.In the tumultuous summer of 1808, Spain and England are close to war and four young lovers are close to ecstasy.
To carve out an independent life with the woman she loves, Anna knows she must leave her quiet Spanish convent to become a courtesan. To gain experience, she sets her sights on . . .
Sebastian, whose powerful, aristocratic confidence suits Anna’s mercenary goals. But his arrogance masks a craving for submission that Anna instinctively satisfies. Sebastian soon begs for her hand in marriage, even if it means sharing her with . . .
Pia, who trusts Anna completely—with her body and her future—until she learns of Anna’s hasty marriage. Pia questions their commitment to each other as they leave for London to meet . . .
Farleigh, the seemingly feckless duke who thinks he’s over Sebastian, the potent Spanish soldier he bedded two years ago.
What begins as a series of erotic escapades soon evolves into a deep, unbreakable bond. Two men and two women who yearn to explore are about to make their wildest dreams come true
Bound To Be a Groom is available now through Riptide Publishing.
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A note from the author:
I am thrilled to be touring around the blogosphere
introducing everyone to my new book Bound to Be a Groom! I loved researching
and writing this steamy story and can't wait for readers to get their hands on
it. Speaking of hands...while a reviewer was reading an advance copy of the
book a few weeks ago, she bemoaned the fact that she had run out of double AA batteries.
This led to a hilarious conversation on Twitter about the wide range of sex
toys and vibrators at our disposal and my editor, to
whom I defer on all things technical, said the Hitachi Magic Wand was the
be-all-and-end-all of "personal massagers" (<-that's the technical
name, just in case you were wondering). It never runs out of
batteries...because it plugs in! So, of course I went online and bought one
(which also involved research because there are cheap imitations galore...do
not be fooled!). And holy hell! Okay. First of all, it is loud and heavy and
enormous...there is no pretending you are just *whistles innocently* hanging
out in bed with a good book. It's more like shouting, "OKAY NOW I AM GOING
TO PLUG IN THE BROBDINGNAGIAN VIBRATOR AND HAVE AN ORGASM!"
Which is also fine. So, yeah, I tried it. Two times. And then I realized it was
really an excellent, LITERAL, personal massager. I sit at a desk eight hours a
day and have tons of muscle strain in my neck and shoulder. And the Hitachi is
AMAZING for that shit. I'm not joking. Give me five minutes on low, right there
at the base of my neck...and I'm ready to walk upstairs and have sex with
my partner.
So to celebrate this rite of passage (I used a vibrator! Yay!) and
save you the trouble of ever running out of AA batteries (You can too! Yay!),
I'm giving away (a brand new lol!) official (do not accept cheap imitations!)
HITACHI HV250R MAGIC WAND MASSAGER. This priceless
(okay, it's about $75) item will go to ONE lucky winner. The 2nd
place winner will receive a $10 gift card from Riptide Publishing, and the 3rd
place winner can choose any book from my backlist (excluding Bound to be a Groom). Entries close at midnight,
Eastern Time, on April 25, and winners will be chosen on April 27. Contest is
valid worldwide. Good luck and thanks for being a
part of the blog tour!
Excerpt from Bound To Be a Groom:
Badajoz, Spain –
June 1808
Anna Redondo was
unaccustomed to feeling at a disadvantage. It was not in her nature. She knew
she’d been born on the wrong side of the blanket, but that had never prevented
her from knowing her own mind. Having spent her first eighteen years within the
walls of a convent might have limited her experience, but it had not curtailed
her imagination.
And she could
imagine all sorts of things with this man.
Regrettably,
imagining would only take her so far; she needed to act. Taking a fortifying
breath, she turned to face him.
“It’s going to
be quite a long afternoon for those two, don’t you think?” she ventured,
gesturing toward the bride and groom. Isabella and Javier were walking at the
front of the wedding party with the bright morning sun, so particular to this
part of southern Spain, glinting off the beautiful silks and polished leather
of the aristocratic guests all around them.
“Pardon me?”
Sebastian de Montizon asked, clearly surprised at the audacity of a polite
young miss speaking to him so directly.
“They look
miserable, don’t you think?” Anna mused. She had left the convent in Burgos two
weeks ago and traveled to Badajoz in a carriage, chaperoned by one of the older
nuns. Apparently, the short time away had already emboldened her.
Sebastian stared
down at her as they walked, assessing her through hooded eyes while the
clank and clop of horses and regal hardware around them seemed to
fade. “I think they look blissfully happy. Whatever do you mean?”
But she
suspected he knew what she meant and was only pretending to be confused by the
demure front. “Of course they’re happy to be married,” she said brightly, then,
in a lower voice, “but now they have to wait and wait until they can be alone .
. . on their wedding night . . .”
Over the past
week, dignitaries and aristocrats from all parts of Spain and Portugal, and
even a few from France and England, had filed into Badajoz. Sebastian had swept
into the main hall shortly before supper three days ago, looking like he had
spent the past month splitting his time between a bar and a brothel. His dark
hair had been too long even by today’s liberal standards, and the scruff of his
beard had looked untended. For the wedding, he had reacquainted himself with
his valet, and he now looked like many of the other perfectly turned-out
aristocrats. But there was still a look of something wild about him.
Anna’s first
thought upon seeing him had been that he needed to be taken in hand . . . and
that she’d be the one to do it.
“What do you
know of wedding nights, little convent girl?” He smiled and stood straighter as
he kept walking alongside her through the winding cobbled streets. He clasped
his strong hands confidently behind his back, as if he’d assessed her and seen
all he needed to see of the little flower.
Perfect. Think
of me like that.
I love the covers! Congrats on the upcoming book! :D
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