Monday, March 21, 2016

@Tastybooktours Review & Giveaway ~ The Forbidden Duke by Darcy Burke


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A story of redemption and second chances!



Excerpt


 The library was not a small chamber, however it seemed somehow smaller tonight. Kendal’s presence seemed to invade every nook and inhabit every cranny, and Nora was nearly overcome with awareness. And nervousness.
She rushed to say something to put herself at ease. “I quite enjoy the Satterfields’ library.”
He paused, pivoting toward the bookcases that marched along one wall. “Do you? What are your favorites?”
Nora wondered what he’d think of her tastes, which ran the gamut from romantic novels to gothic tales to poetry to suspenseful narratives. “I have many. I’m afraid it’s difficult to choose.”
“What’s the last one you read then?”
She hesitated, but only briefly. “A romantic novel by Sarah Wilkinson.” Presumably, he’d find her tastes lacking.
“I’ve read all of her books.”
Nora looked up at him in surprise. “You read Sara Wilkinson?”
He gave her a sly look. “Perhaps you noticed that Lady Satterfield owns every title. She’s always had a penchant for such stories, and, in my youth, I read everything I could get my hands on. Everything.
Nora pressed her fingers to her mouth and giggled. “Do you like romantic novels?”
“I don’t dislike them. If I’m in a particular mood, I’ve been known to read three or four in a week.”
Her giggles turned to outright laughter. “The Forbidden Duke reads tawdry romances? What would the ton say?”
“I don’t give a damn what anyone says, but I suppose that would cause a stir.”
How lovely it must be not to care—not to have to care—what others said about you. “Everything you do causes a stir,” she said, her laughter dying down. “The novels would make you seem more human, however.” She inwardly winced at how awful that sounded. “Oh dear, please forgive me. I didn’t mean to infer you aren’t human.”
He took her hand and tucked her fingers beneath his coat, guiding her palm flat against his waistcoat directly over his heart. “You can feel that I am.”
Nora’s breath caught. She looked up at him, her gaze locking with his. “I never doubted it.”

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This is a different kind of second chance story. Eleonor "Nora" Lockhart was ruined her first season in London. Nine years later she returns to London as a lady's companion. It just so happens that she becomes companion to Lady Satterfield, Titus St. John, the fifth Duke of Kendal's stepmother.

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And yet Nora's disgrace had a profound effect on Titus nine years ago, along with the death of his father. Titus used to be the head of an unruly crowd of rogues, which included Nora's disgracer. He feels guilty about his actions in encouraging the rogue to kiss her. He's since become the "Forbidden Duke" in society. He rarely enters society and only dances once with a wallflower of some sort at his stepmothers' yearly ball.  He spends his days reading, even "tawdry romances"!

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Lady Satterfield decides to help re-launch Nora into the marriage mart and enlists Titus' help. Nora's presence draws him out of his enforced penance and it is rather noticeable how much they are attracted to each other even before their first dance.

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I loved how Nora and Titus couldn't stay away from each other and found more and more opportunities to be together. Titus seemed like he went from wild and unruly to slightly stiffnecked and reclusive. Nora, for her part, was a nice girl who just made a simple mistake. They both fell hard and it was a very quick and easy read for me. No angst or excessive drama. Quite simply, it was a quick and pleasant read.




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Spinster Miss Eleanor Lockhart is suddenly homeless and employment is her only option. Ruined after succumbing to a scoundrel’s excessive charm nearly a decade ago, she’s lucky to obtain a position as a paid companion and committed to behaving with the utmost propriety. She definitely shouldn’t be in the arms of a man capable of utterly destroying what little remains of her reputation...
Titus St. John, Duke of Kendal, is known as the Forbidden Duke, a mysterious, intimidating figure who enters Society just once each year at his stepmother’s ball. A decade ago, he was a devil-may-care rake until his idle roguery brought about the ruin of Eleanor Lockhart—and his resulting self-imposed isolation. Now she’s back, and she needs his help. But by “saving” her, he may just ruin her life all over again.

 

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Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Excerpt & #Giveaway An America in Scotland @Tastybooktours



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Rose MacIain is a beautiful woman with a secret. Desperate and at her wits' end, she crafts a fake identity for herself, one that Duncan MacIain will be unable to resist. But she doesn't realize that posing as the widow of the handsome Scotsman's cousin is more dangerous than she knew. And when a simmering attraction rises up between them, she begins to regret the whole charade.

Duncan is determined to resist the tempting Rose, no matter how much he admires her arresting beauty and headstrong spirit. When he agrees to accompany her on her quest, their desire for each other only burns hotter. The journey tests his resolve as their close quarters fuel the fire that crackles between them.

When the truth comes to light, these two stubborn people must put away their pride and along the way discover that their dreams of love are all they need.

 



Excerpt


“Yes?”


The woman who opened the door was a matronly sort, dressed in a somber blue that nevertheless was a pleasant color for her complexion. Her smile was an easy one, as if she had long practice at being pleasant.


“May I help you?” she asked. “If you’re a friend of the missus, she’s dining with her family now. Like as not it’ll go on for a few hours. Do you need to see her?”


The smell of food wafted out of the house. Rose was so hungry she could define each separate scent: fish stew, freshly baked rolls, roast beef, and something that smelled like fruit cake.


Her stomach growled, as if she needed reminding she hadn’t eaten a real meal in two days.


“Mr. MacIain,” she said, pushing aside both her hunger and her fatigue. “Is he here? I need to see him.”


“You’ve business with Mr. Duncan? Well, he mostly transacts his business at the mill, miss. Wouldn’t it be better to call on him there?”


She didn’t know where the MacIain Mill was. She’d taken his home address from the letters he’d written Bruce.


“I’ve come from America,” she began, and had no more said those words than she was dragged into the house by her sleeve.


“Well, why didn’t you say so from the very first? From America? All that way? And here I let you stand on the doorstep. Is that your valise? And your carriage? We’ll take care of both right away.”


The woman, matronly only a moment ago, had turned into a whirlwind.


Rose found herself being led through the house, following the scent of food until she thought her stomach would cramp. In moments she found herself standing in the doorway of a small dining room.


Dozens of people, it seemed from her first glance, were seated at the table, all of them attractive and well dressed. Some of them were smiling as they looked up.


“Duncan? This lady came all the way from America to see you.”


She couldn’t think for the hunger. She couldn’t even speak.


A man stood, and she thought that hunger must surely have made her hallucinate. Tall, brown-haired, with the most beautiful blue eyes she’d ever seen. He smiled so sweetly at her, so perfectly handsome and kind, that she wondered if he was real.


He was broad-shouldered, with a face that no doubt captured the attention of women on the street. They’d stop to marvel at that strong jaw, that mouth that looked as if it could be curved into a smile or just as easily thinned in derision.


She hadn’t expected him to be so arresting a figure. No doubt that’s why she wavered a little on her feet.


“Yes?” he said, coming around the table toward her.


“Mr. MacIain? Duncan MacIain?”


He regarded her with a direct stare so forceful she felt as if her will were being drawn out of her with that glance.


She reached out one gloved hand toward him. Suddenly everything changed. The air around her grayed. The floor rushed up to greet her instead of him. Yet he somehow caught her when she fell. As he did so, she had the strangest thought, one that troubled her even as darkness enveloped her.


This was why she’d come all this way.


 



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