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Anna Bennett | 20 Questions: WHEN YOU WISH UPON A ROGUE
Author Guest / May 27, 2020

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…

Anna Bennett | Exclusive Excerpt: First Earl I See Tonight
Author Guest / October 31, 2018

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—”…