“You must think of tomorrow’s cricket match as a stage,” Kitty said. “It’s a chance to perform for the rest of the town and, more important, a chance to impress all the ladies.” Leo scoffed. “I’m not interested in impressing all the ladies. Only one. And I’m not certain she cares about cricket.” Kitty scooped the ball off the ground, grabbed his wrist, and dropped the ball in his palm. His skin tingled where her fingers had touched him. “You must change your way of thinking. It is human nature to want what everyone else wants. A true rake knows this and uses it to his advantage. He charms everyone.” “How am I supposed to flirt while I’m launching a ball at a wicket?” “You don’t have to flirt.” She took a step back, tilted her head, and frowned. “You merely need to look athletic. Display your prowess.” “Nathan’s already promised me free drinks if we win, so it goes without saying that I’ll be giving my best effort.” “I should hope so,” Kitty said. “Winning is much more attractive than losing. But you need to do more than play well. You must look good while doing it.” Leo grunted,…
O is for once upon a time, a fisherman’s daughter named Poppy Summers was trying to keep her family’s fishing business afloat. N is for the nets Poppy is cheerfully casting from her rowboat when she spots an unconscious man lying on the beach. E is for the enigmatic stranger who’s washed up on the shore. He’s big, handsome, and a duke—who can’t remember how he got the gash on his head. D is for the deal that the man, Keane, offers Poppy. He’ll pay a generous sum if she lets him hide out in her cozy beach refuge while he searches for his attacker. U is for the unsolved mystery that Poppy and Keane are determined to get to the bottom of—which means taking secret trips to London, spending a day at the races, and attending a masquerade ball. K is for kissing, of course. E is for the emotions that Poppy didn’t expect to feel for someone like Keane: affection, admiration, and maybe even something deeper… D is for the devilish dimple in Keane’s cheek. The one that *almost* makes Poppy forget all the reasons they can never have a future together. O is for the one personal question she permits Keane to…
1–What’s the name of your latest release? When You Wish Upon a Rogue 2–What is it about? It’s a romantic twist on the myth of Persephone and Hades. Sophie, who has a green thumb, accidentally trespasses on one of Reese’s properties. When she sees how sleep-deprived the earl is, she brews him a medicinal cup of tea…and it works. They strike a bargain: she can use his property in exchange for spending one night a week with him. The attraction between them is undeniable, but Sophie is promised to another, and Reese has lots of demons of his own. They’ll have to risk everything for a shot at their happy-ever-after. 3–What word best describes your heroine? Selfless. Sophie has such a pure heart. 4–What makes your hero irresistible? He’s so tormented—and refuses to admit it. The only person he has a soft spot for is Sophie. 5–Who are the people your main characters turn to when they need help? Sophie turns to her best friends (the other heroines of the Debutante Diaries series), Fiona and Lily. Sadly, Reese is pretty much alone in the world…so he turns to Sophie. 6–What do you love about the setting of your book? Some…
Rain pounded the roof of the carriage, lending a cozy, intimate feel to the interior. The earl’s long legs were sprawled in front of him, and Fiona endeavored not to gawk at the wet buckskin trousers clinging to his thighs. She was not, however, entirely successful. To be fair, a certain amount of study was necessary if she were to draw him at some point—and she intended to. Her artist’s eye noted the proportions of his hips and thighs, the pronounced contours of his leg muscles, and the slight hollows on the insides of his knees. But as a woman, she noticed him, too—on a whole different level. The heat from his body. The scents of leather and soap. The light stubble on his chin. Swallowing, she considered moving to the seat oppo site him, but they had already soaked the velvet squabs of one bench and she saw no reason to sully the other. Instead, she resolved to make use of this time to advance her cause. Mustering as much dignity as she could, given her soggy gown and dripping hair, she squared her shoulders and faced the earl. “Now then,” she began. “I believe we were discussing the—”…