Welcome to my post for the A Good Rogue is Hard to Find book tour! I have an excerpt coming up, as well as a giveaway for copies of A Good Rogue is Hard to Find. But, first, allow me to introduce the book:
HE THOUGHT HE'D SEEN IT ALL . . .
The rogue's life has been good to William Somerhall: He has his fortune, his racehorses, and his freedom. Then he moves in with his mother. It seems the eccentric Dowager Duchess of Worth has been barely skirting social disaster-assisted by one Miss Jenna Hughes, who is far too bright and beautiful to be wasting her youth as a paid companion. Now home to keep his mother from ruin, William intends to learn what's afoot by keeping his friends close-and the tempting Miss Hughes closer still.
. . . UNTIL HE MEETS HER
He's tall, dark, and damnably intelligent-unfortunately for Jenna. She and the duchess are in the "redistribution business," taking from the rich and giving to the poor, and it's going great - until he shows up. But even as William plots to make an honest woman out of her, Jenna will use all her wiles to reveal just how bad a rogue he can be . . .
He would have asked her to dance that night at his ball, had she not disappeared. Just to have her in his arms if only for a few fleeting moments. Her memory had lodged in his mind, and since then, more times than he cared to admit, Will had imagined what this woman would have felt like next to him, her warmth merged with his. He had imagined repeatedly what it would have felt like to have stolen a kiss.
But he hadn’t anticipated the raw desire that crackled over every nerve ending in his skin and lodged uncomfortably in his groin. Her slightest touch made him feel almost feverish with need. Without meaning to, he leaned forward slightly, inhaling her scent. Soap and sunshine.
The conundrum that was Joseph abruptly faded into the realm of unimportant as Miss Hughes pulled Will forward slightly and he followed, unable to think of anything else to do.
Unable to think, period, except to wonder at his intense and sudden urge to claim those curling lips. He shook his head, trying to regain some measure of control over his runaway libido.
“Joseph may be young,” Miss Hughes was saying, “but I can assure you he is most capable.”
Will tried to listen. But he’d noticed an escaped tendril of hair had plastered itself to the side of her neck, and he imagined pressing his lips to the dampness. It would taste salty and—“If you’d care for a closer look at the stock, Paul will be happy to accommodate you once he returns.” Her voice was coming from a distance, but somehow he couldn’t focus on her words, only her mouth. Why hadn’t he noticed last night that he would barely have to dip his head to kiss her? There was a freckle near her upper lip that he needed to explore.
And why hadn’t he noticed the way her breasts curved enticingly, begging to be worshipped? They weren’t overly large, but they pushed up invitingly beneath her bodice, and Will had the irrational urge to rip that ugly gown away from a body it didn’t deserve. She turned her head, gesturing to something in the distance, and her hair caressed his chin, a brush of soft He’d been hopelessly drawn to Miss Hughes that night of his ball, and now in her presence, the affliction seemed to be getting worse. Perhaps because she was a complete departure from the overdone, overscented, overindulged females he’d been dealing with since he inherited his bloody title. Normally, in his presence, women preened and primped. They giggled and fluttered and hung on his every word. Jenna Hughes did none of those things. She didn’t tug or adjust the awful dress she was wearing, turning just so to give him the best view of her profile or her cleavage. She seemed oblivious to her appearance, and, even more fascinating, indifferent to what he thought of her appearance.
Perhaps it was that confidence that Will found so riveting. There was no pretense with this stunning woman. She would say what she meant and mean what she said. There would be no coyness, no games. When he took her it would be raw. And physical and—“Are you alright, Your Grace?” They had come to a stop.
Will jerked to attention, realizing with horror he was still staring at her breasts like a besotted school boy. Fantasizing about sex he would never have with a woman he should never touch.
Up for grabs are copies of A Good Rogue is Hard to Find.
About the Author:
But it was Kelly's infatuation with history and a weakness for a good love story that led her down the path of historical romance. When she is not writing, she seizes every opportunity to explore ruins and battlefields.
Currently, Kelly lives in Winnipeg with her husband and two boys, all of whom are wonderfully patient with the writing process. Except, that is, when they need a goalie for street hockey.
AUTH. TWITTER ID:@kellybowen09