Happy Thursday, ladies! Thanks for stopping by to share a few minutes of my WHAT I DID FOR A DUKE release tour with me. đ I’ve been having a wonderful time so farâIâm so thrilled and touched by the astonishing reviewsâthe Perfect 10âs, the Starred Review from the Library Journal, the Desert Island Keeper status from AAR, A grades from Dear Author and other bloggers, the Top PicksâŚ.everyone has been incredibly lovely about it. I love the story, so this makes me indescribably happy. đ Let me tell you a little bit about the story, in case you havenât had a chance to read it yet:
WHAT I DID FOR A DUKE, the 5th book in my Pennyroyal Green series, is the story of what happens when the powerful, dangerous Duke of Falconbridge, he of the mystery-shrouded reputation and reputed black heart (he poisoned his wife, they say), embarks on a campaign to avenge a great loss and betrayal, for the one thing London society knows about him for certain: no one crosses him without consequences. When Ian Eversea does just that, the duke believes the punishment should fit the crimeâwhich means the duke has plans for Ianâs youngest sister, the only Eversea not yet touched by scandal.
But he doesnât bargain for how Genevieve Eversea will affect him. He notices what everyone else fails to seeâthat simmering beneath her quiet, gentle, sensible (or so her familybelievesâfamilies often have blinders on when it comes to what’s in front of their noses) surface is a passion and deeply sensual curiosity waiting to be tappedâand it takes just the right man to unravel her control. He uses her own sensuality as a weapon to woo her, but what begins as revenge evolves, to his astonishment, into a love story of true equalsâboth of them witty, observant, fiercely loyal, passionate, honest, privateâwho meet, ironically, because each has suffered what they perceive to be a great loss. The duke ultimately teaches Genevieve to be unafraid of her true self, but he gives her the freedom to do it, because he sees her clearly and accepts her for everything she is without putting her in a box.
He begins his campaign of seduction with discussion of what a kiss should be, speaking to her truest nature in a way that no other man ever has:
âIt should make you do battle for control of your senses and your will. It should make you want to do things youâd never dreamed youâd want to do, and in that moment all of those things will make perfect sense. And it should herald, or at least promise, the most intense physical pleasure youâve ever known, regardless of whether that promise is ever, ever fulfilled. It should, in factâŚâ he paused for effect ââŚ.haunt you for the rest of your life.â
And like this, little by little, he reels her in both figuratively and literally as (as he does in this scene from my websitet.
Today Iâm going to share the preamble to their third kiss, and to the moment that will change Genevieve Everseaâs life forever. And below it is a little JAL trivia question. The first commenter to answer it correctly will instantly win a signed copy of THE PERILS OF PLEASURE, the first book in the series. And a random commenter will win a signed copy of LIKE NO OTHER LOVER!
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ExcerptâWHAT I DID FOR A DUKE
copyright 2011 Julie Anne Long
published by Avon/HarperCollins
She found him in the library this time. But he wasnât standing at the window gazing out into the darkness. He was standing near the doorway, watching the foyer for her, which made him almost too easy to see.
âWere you looking for me, Miss Eversea?â He asked softly.
She found she was so nervous she couldnât reply. She simply bit her lip.
He smiled at her. âWere you perhaps looking for scintillating conversation? A discussion about art? Of which I know a little more now than I did when I first arrived, Iâll have you know. â
âDo you?â She was too astonished to be irritated by his teasing.
âI spent an hour or so in here the other day. Quite a collection you have. I wanted to investigate it.â
âWhy?â
âWhy did I spend time in the library? My curiosity wasâŚaroused.â
Something about the way he said aroused looped around her as surely as a warm arm around her waist. She was desperately nervous. But she was curiously thrilled to suspect heâd done it to learn more about her.
âWhy was your curiosity aroused? What did you learn?â
âI read that Boticelli painted something called Venus and Mars in which Mars, poor devil, is nearly naked and flattened as though Venus has just thoroughly had her way with him, and that Veronese painted one in which, ironically, Venus is entirely naked and Mars is clothed. I prefer to imagine the latter.â
âBut you knew that already. Do you even like art?â
A hesitation. âI like cricket.â
âAnd thatâs all?â She was smiling now.
âI like dogs. I horses and hunting and fine wines. I like traveling. I like books about the natural sciences. I like chess and fishing and I like making money hand over fist and I enjoy making love to beautiful women. I like speaking with you. And looking at you. And I read a book about art and I tried to become interested in light and form and the like. I think I prefer to imagine the firelight playing about your form.â
Genevieve had never heard a list sheâd liked as much, though she could hardly say why. He was more of an artist in some ways than people who professed to enjoy it were, people like Harryâand even herselfâwho could not see without analyzing. It was in the things he saw and the words he chose to describe them and in how he touchedâŚas he was touching her now.
Because almost before she realized the backs of his fingers were sliding against her throat. Where the skin was satiny smooth and pale.
âAnd so. Do you intend to have your way with me, Venus?â he murmured.
She still didnât have the vocabulary for this sort of sensual encounter. Her entire being seemed to rush the surface of her skin, greedily savoring his touch.
âIâve told you what I want. How much do you want to know, Genevieve?â It sounded like a serious question. Also a fairly fraught one.
âHow can I answer that honestly when I donât know how much there is to know?â
âYouâre not entirely naĂŻve aboutâŚthe process.â
Very romantic. The process.
âItâs impossible to remain naĂŻve when I live with my brothers who will go on talking and when surrounded by animals that will go on mating in front of one.â
âYou may be reassured to learn thereâs more to it than horses and dogs would have you believe.â
âGiven that my brothers have more than once risked their lives over it, I gleaned as much.â
He was smiling at her. His hand never stopped moving over her skin, but he smiled. Sheâd noticed that he seemed to find her infinitely amusing, even, dare she say it,enchanting.
He liked talking to her.
This amused her.
âOh, I can assure you women have risked their lives for it, too.â
Her heart was walloping away in her throat, and she was certain he could feel it, as his fingers lingered there. Nearly everything on her body that could stand erect was erect now, clamoring for his touch. The hair on the back of her neck, her arms. Her nipples.
âAre you afraid, Genevieve?â
âNo. You do enjoy saying my name.â
âIt has a lilt.â
âI see.â Her voice was faint.
âBecause you should consider being a little afraid.â
And now she was, just a little, despite the fact that his tone sounded entirely reasonable.
âWhy?â she whispered.
âOnce weâve made love, you might find you wonât be able to do without me.â
Made love. Christ, but she was in over her head, but in the moment it seemed there nothing she could do to extricate herself. She didnât want to extricate herself, and therein was an important clue to the fact that sheâd lost her sanity. Or handed it over to him.
âDifficult to imagine.â Sheâd meant to sound sarcastic. But her voice had begun to make a liar of her, because it had gone lulled, soft, trembling.
His turn to smile in the dark.
âI meant what I said in the garden,â he gently warned.
âHave I been coy so far?â
âNo.â he said shortly.
Well, then. What next?
And there was a moment where she thought he might be at a loss. His hand paused against her throat. A moment passed where she was tempted to suggest Perhaps youâre the one whoâs afraid. But it wasnât the sort of thing one said to him, even in jest.
But she was wrong. He did know where to begin, and as usual, it seemed as natural as breathing, as an exhale. Heâd already begun; as theyâd spoken heâd drifted nearer and nearer, and now he brushed his lips between her eyes. Surprisingly tender, devastatingly sensual, light as a breath. And just like that she turned into smoke; she was indistinguishable from the night; she was only sensation.
She knew only relief that he was kissing her.
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As I mentioned earlier, you can check out another excerpt at my website, tooâhttp://www.julieannelong.comâor read the first entire chapter in the ebook version of TO LOVE A THIEF! And if youâre unfamiliar with the series, you can also read excerpts and FAQâs for all of them. At my website. The series can be read quite easily out order, but hereâs the sequence: THE PERILS OF PLEASURE, LIKE NO OTHER LOVER, SINCE THE SURRENDER, I KISSED AN EARL, and WHAT I DID FOR A DUKE.
A randomly chosen commenter will win a signed copy of THE PERILS OF PLEASURE!
So hereâs the JAL trivia question, darlings, for our instant winner: What does Cynthia Brightly name the spider in her bedroom in LIKE NO OTHER LOVER? First person to answer correctly wins a signed book!
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