Time for Alexander Series Book Tour & Giveaway

The Road to Alexander
Time For Alexander Book 1
by Jennifer Macaire
Genre: Paranormal Romance, Time Travel
Sex, love,
war, & quite a bit of vino – it’s a Greek myth come to life…
Ashley is a time-travel journalist who has
fought to prove herself in a world
that that believes her road in life was paved by her parents’
fortune. After winning a prestigious award, she is selected to travel
through time and interview a historical figure. Choosing her
childhood hero,
Alexander the Great,
she voyages back in time for less than a day to interview a man whose
legend has survived to the present day. He mistakes her for
Persephone, goddess of the dead, and kidnaps her. Stranded in the
past, cold and aloof Ashley has to learn to befriend, to trust…and
to love.
Join Ashley and Alexander the Great on their fabulous adventure.
Fans of
Diana Gabaldon, Jodi Taylor, and Diana Norman will enjoy this saga.
What everyone’s saying about The Road to Alexander:
“If you are a fan of Diana Gabaldon and her Outlander Series then you
will love this story. The same heart wrenching trials and
tribulations that she puts her characters through happen within this
gripping tale.” Lynda Warnock

“Fun, sexy and at times incredibly sad, the story held me to the end and

the research was incredible.” Karen King, author.

“If you love Time travel books then this one is not to be missed. Totally
engrossing!!!!” Amazon reviewer.
“A Time for Alexander is a wonderful moving saga. Really more of a
historical piece than a romance, there is more than enough heat
between Alexander and Ashley to keep the pages smoldering.”
“…A delightful read, I’m looking forward to the next book in the series.”
Amazon Reviewer.
” I found an engaging and light read, fun at times with some beautiful
descriptive scenes of the cities, the landscape and life in the vast
and growing empire of Alexander the Great in 333 – 330 BC.”
Amazon Reviewer.
“From the first page, I was intrigued by this story.” Conan Tigard
“There wasn’t a piece of this book that didn’t fit, it kept a quick
pace, the dialogue was witty and entertaining and the beautiful
descriptions of ancient lands entice you into accompanying them on
Alexander’s quest to conquer the world.” Goodreads

Legends of Persia
Time For Alexander Book 2
When Ashley Riveraine jumped at the chance to travel back in time to meet
her hero Alexander the Great, she never thought she would end up
staying there…
Following Alexander the Great’s army on its
journey across Persia, Ashley is
walking the knife edge of history. As a presumed goddess, Ashley is
expected to bless crops, make sure battles are won and somehow keep
herself out of the history books.
Can Ashley avoid the wrath of the Time
Institute while keeping the man
she loves alive?

Son of the Moon
Time For Alexander Book 3
Can you face
the consequences of cheating the Fates?
Alexander the Great journeys to India, where he and Ashley are
with feasts and treachery.
With their son, Paul, being worshiped as the Son of the Moon, and
Alexander’s looming death, Ashley considers the unthinkable: how to
save them and whether she dares to cheat Fate?

Storms Over Babylon
For Alexander Book 4
From the scorching plains of Persia to the opulent city of Babylon, Ashley
and Alexander continue their sensuous and passionate journey through
Alexander the Great is
now king of Persia and Greece – but his reign will be
Time-travelling Ashley
knows when her husband will die. She’s determined to cheat
Fate and save Alexander and her children, even if it brings the gates
of time crashing down.
Following Alexander on a
tour of his new kingdom, she plans her moves and bides
her time. She must, however, convince Alexander to abandon his crown
and his kingdom.

Chants to Persephone
Time For Alexander Book 5
In the
fifth book in the Time For Alexander series, the Oracle of Amon
tells Alexander he must go to the Land of Ice and Snow, so they leave
their home in Alexandria and head north, to Gaul.
But the Thief of Souls not only captured Alexander’s soul. He also
wants Paul, and the druids have raised an army to capture him. In the
heart of winter, in ancient Gaul, a terrible sacrifice is made to
Persephone, goddess of the Underworld – and Ashley finds herself
taking part in a deadly ceremony.

Jennifer Macaire is an American living in Paris. She likes to read, eat
chocolate, and plays a mean game of golf. She grew up in upstate New
York, Samoa, and the Virgin Islands. She graduated from St Peter and
Paul High School in St Thomas and moved to NYC where she modelled for
five years for Elite. She went to France and met her husband at the
polo club. All that is true. But she mostly likes to make up stories..

Alexander couldn’t get over it. My itchy linen robe had been the very finest quality, thanks to the machine that
wove it, but my shoes had been a dismal failure and he was disappointed in the god’s choice of footwear.
I tried to explain that the gods had nothing to do with my sandals but fell asleep in the middle of my sentence.
It wasn’t that important anyway, I thought.
There was a new pair of sandals on the rug the next morning. They fitted perfectly. My old ones had
disappeared, and I didn’t find out where they’d gone until I went into the village and passed by the temple.
There, on the altar, were my sandals.
Fresh flowers, a bowl of warm milk, and a small snail made of clay surrounded them. A young girl in temple
robes sat next to them murmuring a prayer. I tried to speak to her in Greek, but she didn’t understand me. I
pursed my lips and went to find Nassar. Maybe he could explain.
Nassar was writing a letter for a tough-looking soldier. They were both sitting on a mat made of reeds, and
every once in a while Nassar would throw his pen away and break off a reed. He would sharpen it quickly with
his teeth and I realized with a small start that his front teeth had been carefully cut at a bias to trim reeds into
pens. It was interesting and I resolved to have him explain how it was done. He dipped the reed into a little
clay pot of ink and wrote on a rather cheap piece of papyrus. A dozen rolled-up letters were lying beside him,
each one flattened and sealed with a blob of wax. He’d been busy all morning. When he finished the letter he
rolled it up, tied it with a piece of grass and sealed it with hard wax. Then he flattened the whole thing with his
fist, wrote the address on the outside, and placed it on top of the pile.
“Next?” he called out in his nasal voice.
“Good morning, Nassar,” I said as I approached.
He held his arms up in a stiff salute and then bowed, touching his forehead to the mat. “Hail Demeter’s
daughter,” he intoned.
“Don’t do that!” I was upset. “Who told you that, anyway?”
“Oh, everyone knows,” he said smugly.
“Well, I’d like you to come to the temple with me to see about a pair of shoes,” I said.
“Oh! The Sacred Sandals! I should be honored! May I touch them, oh daughter of Demeter?”
I closed my eyes and counted to ten. “They aren’t sacred sandals,” I said. “And of course you can touch them.
There’s been a mistake.”
“They weren’t your sandals? The captain of the guards took them to the shoemaker early this morning to
have a copy made in leather and gave the originals to the temple. It is not a coincidence that the goddess of
the harvest, Demeter, guards this town. It was why you were sent here. Now that Iskander has rescued you,
the harvest is sure to be fantastic this year.”
“But isn’t the village protected by Ishtar?”
“It was, but it’s becoming Hellenicised. Now it has adopted Demeter, goddess of the harvest, because of what
Iskander said last night in his speech.”
“His speech? What did he say?”
“You should have asked me to translate,” he said, reproach in his voice. “He said he was glad to be there and
that he hoped the play would be entertaining, that he and his soldiers were very happy in the village, and he
was honored everyone had made them feel so welcome, and how the two cultures would complement each
other.” Nassar took a deep breath, like a swimmer, and plunged in again. “He said that the gods of Greecewere stronger than our gods so we’d do well to adopt theirs. He said you had been sent as a sign and that
he’d saved you from Hades himself, so Demeter would forever be grateful. He said that as a goddess you
would personally see to the welfare of the village.” He finished in a rush and smiled at me. “I’m no longer an
atheist,” he said proudly. “I believe in you. Why, if I want, I can actually touch your sandals.”
I closed my eyes again and waited for the wave of pain that was sure to come. Pretending to be a goddess
must rate among the three top reasons for erasing a Time-traveling journalist. After a few seconds I opened
one eye, then the other. Nothing had happened. I was still sitting in front of Nassar, and he was watching me
with a rapt expression on his narrow, rat-like face.
“Did your mother speak to you?” he whispered, his eyes wide.
“No. No, she didn’t. Excuse me, Nassar, but I think I’ll just go lie down. I have to think about all this.” I stood
up, shivering with disquiet, and walked back to the tent where Alexander was having a game of dice with a tall
man I recognized as the village priest. I wondered if I could sneak away, but they turned and saw me.
“Oh! There you are!” cried Alexander, standing up and holding out his arms. “I was worried. Did you find your
new shoes? Yes, I see you did. The village priest has come to thank you for your sandals. In exchange, he
has agreed to forsake all virgin sacrifices. Isn’t that wonderful? Your mother will be thrilled.”
“I’m sure she will be,” I said with the utmost truthfulness. Then I went into the tent and collapsed.


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Holiday of the Heart Book Tour & Giveaway

Holiday of the Heart
by Angel Wolfe
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Author Morgan Paige has had more than her share of ups and downs; but can a

long-term affair turn into something more, or will the flame smolder
only to be fanned by a new love?

After a horrendous Valentine’s Day nightmare, and a hot and steamy
Morgan and Ricky part ways only to have Ricky show up several months
later asking her to wait for him. The problem is, Morgan has already
been waiting for years. How much is too much? Will their romance
survive yet another separation or will someone new fill the aching
hole in her heart?

Angel Wolfe was born in Muscatine, Iowa and learned to read by the age of

three. When she was five, she moved with her family to northwest New
Mexico where by the time she reached the age of eleven, she began
reading romance novels pilfered from her mother.

In high school, Angel often sat with the textbook open and a romance
novel sitting inside it. After high school, she began writing stories
in notebooks because she didn’t own a typewriter.
Later, Angel neared completion of her first novel, Damaged Hearts but
couldn’t bring herself to end it (until recently!) Since that time,
she has written four short stories, a contemporary holiday novella, a
historical romance novel, a contemporary novel ,and is nearing
completion on a paranormal romance novel.
When she’s not writing or curled up with a book or watching college
football, Angel loves to go to local dirt tracks and watch racing.
One of her greatest dreams is to find herself listed on the New York
Times bestsellers list.
Angel still lives in New Mexico with her husband, her son, and her dog, a
little Muppet with teeth, otherwise known as Rusty.

Shimmying back out of the outhouse, Morgan looked cautiously towards her truck and then to
the cabin, trying to weigh her options before taking off in a mad dash for the door at the front of
the cabin.  A deep growl was the only warning she got as a huge wolf launched itself out of
Lying there for quite some time, Ricky eventually was able to clear his mind enough to let the
soft sound of Morgan’s slumber lull him to sleep too. Clutching her tight, he mumbled, “I love
you so much. I don’t want to ever lose you.”
Upon arriving at the airport, he paid the driver and walked stoically to the terminal. Checking
that the flight was on time, he took a seat pulling a hidden book from his carry-on. Allowing
himself a brief smile at the picture on the inside cover, he began to read her latest book – the one
about him.
Unable to help himself, his slick soapy hands slipped up between her legs cleansing her most
intimate area, paying careful attention to each reaction she offered. As he looked upward, water
streaming from his hair, her smoldering gaze transfixed him. Rinsing his hands, he gently
nudged her legs apart. The lingering scent of sweet pea tantalized his senses.
Folding everything neatly into the bag, she noticed a small square box on the comforter up
between the pillows. Picking up the box she flipped open the lid, gasping in awe she admired the
small gold ring that housed a miniature wolf howling at the moon. Unchecked tears fell from her
eyes as she turned to where Ricky stood in the doorway.
His large hands took the glass from her and set it on the cabinet before settling on her shoulders.
Gently, he turned her to face him. “It’s ok Morgan. Come here.” He gathered her into his arms
and pulled her snug against his chest. Holding her tight, he soothingly stroked her back. Tears
she didn’t know she released ran unchecked down her face to soak his shirtfront. “You know
you’re going to have to call him; it’s only fair.”
“That’s right, you’re a writer.” He smiled, genuinely impressed. “I’m the local handyman
otherwise known as the electrician. If you need to get wired, I’m your man!”Morgan squirmed and screamed out as he tickle-tortured her to submission. Finally, he captured
her hands and secured them above her head, holding them in one of his own large hands. Taking
the wet towel, he touched her nose and slowly, painstakingly trailed it down to her neck and into
the valley between her heaving breasts.


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Atlanta’s Finest Book Tour & Giveaway


Atlanta’s Finest Series Book 3

by Sharon C Cooper
Genre: Romantic Suspense
He wants
to forget his past… She’s hiding from hers…
Former FBI agent Kenton Bailey traded in his badge when an assignment
horribly wrong. Now he provides personal security to high-end
clients. But falling for Egypt Durand, the Queen of Supreme Security,
wasn’t part of the plan. She’s smart, classy, and ignites a fire
in him that only she can extinguish. Except she retreats from his
advances…and she’s shrouded in a veil of secrecy.
Egypt has never met a man as sexy as Kenton. Funny and smart, he’s
to resist. But her past leaves no room for a happily ever after.
Still, with him, she dreams of a future.
Finally, Egypt’s startling truths are revealed, throwing Kenton off
and forcing him to confront the past he left behind. And when threats
from a dangerous crime family send Egypt bolting, Kenton convinces
her to stay. Together they will fight to bring closure to their
pasts, but will they live long enough to explore the passion brewing
between them?

Atlanta’s Finest Series Book 2
Even when he does good, he’s bad…
Detective Lazarus Dimas doesn’t play by the rules. On the streets, he’s a
force to be reckoned with, a dangerous man with a badge and a gun.
But he does have a soft spot — the sexy assistant district attorney
Journey Ramsey. There is something about the woman he can’t shake.
She’s irresistible and off limits. At least that’s what he keeps
telling himself, but one kiss leads to others and well…so much for limits.
Journey plays by the rules, normally. But she can’t deny the sexual
that sparks whenever Laz is near, even when he puts her professional
integrity at risk. Laz is complex. The type of man fathers warn their
daughters about. Yet, there’s a gentle, vulnerable side to him that
he lets no one see except her, and she can’t resist him.
Can Laz prove he’s the man for Journey before a reopened case exposes
his true colors? Or will the danger they face show that the love they
share knows no boundaries?
*Indebted is book 2 in the Atlanta’s Finest Series, but can be read as a
**Interracial romance (BWWM).

Atlanta’s Finest Series Book 1
She’s a
distraction he can’t resist…
A spark ignites the moment security specialist, Hamilton Crosby, meets
stuntwoman, Dakota Sherrod. She’s like no other woman he’s ever
met. But Hamilton never ignores his gut, and his gut tells him to
stay clear of the enticing beauty.
Dakota is an adrenaline junkie. Leaping off buildings and running
fire is just another day at the job. Hence when she sets her sights
on Hamilton, she goes after him full-force. Their attraction is
fierce, but he thwarts her advances at every turn. He’s the strong,
silent type who operates by a set of rules, but he’ll soon realize
she rarely follows rules.
Falling for Dakota catches Hamilton off guard. So does the fact that she’s
attached to part of his past. A past that indicted him with shame and
loss. But when Dakota becomes the target of an unknown enemy,
Hamilton stops at nothing to protect her. In turn, vindication is his
reward, except it comes with complications.
Award-winning and bestselling author, Sharon C. Cooper, is a romance-a-
holic –
loving anything that involves romance with a happily-ever-after,
whether in books, movies, or real life. Sharon writes contemporary
romance, as well as romantic suspense and enjoys rainy days, carpet
picnics, and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. She’s been nominated
for numerous awards and is the recipient of an Emma Award for
Romantic Suspense of the Year 2015 (Truth or Consequences), Emma
Award – Interracial Romance of the Year 2015 (All You’ll Ever Need),
and BRAB (book club) Award -Breakout Author of the Year 2014. When
Sharon is not writing or working, she’s hanging out with her amazing
husband, doing volunteer work or reading a good book (a romance of course).

Vindicated Excerpt

Dakota snagged his attention when she revved the engine of a custom Ducati 1098S and took off down
the street before slowing and circling back. She looked like a total badass on the sleek black bike that was
accented in chrome with a matching helmet. The black leather jumpsuit she was wearing added to the
fierce look.
“Your woman has nerves of steel, man. I can’t imagine doing half the stunts she’s performed on this
project,” Justin said, admiration ringing in his voice. “How much did she tell you about this stunt?”
The question immediately put Hamilton on edge. “Not much. She just said that she’d be riding a
motorcycle like one she wanted to purchase one day. I guess she’s been planning to test drive one but
hadn’t yet.”
“With the way she’s handling that machine, no one would ever know she hadn’t ridden it before.”
As the words left Justin’s mouth, Dakota did a wheelie, riding a short distance with the front wheel of the
bike off the ground. Considering the act was illegal on city streets, he hoped it wasn’t something she did
outside of being on a movie set.
Justin chuckled. “Now she’s just showing off, probably for you.”
Hamilton’s pulse thumped loudly in his ear and his chest tightened as she popped another wheelie. When
the front tire hit the ground, she sped down the street at top speed, then slowed and turned around only to
do it again. This woman was going to be the death of him. He didn’t want her showing off. He just
wanted her safe.
“This will be the last time I come and watch her do a stunt,” he said to Justin. “My heart can’t take this
Justin laughed and pounded him on the back, then gripped his shoulder. “Well, brace yourself, bro.
You’re in for a treat.”


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No One Like You Book Tour & Giveaway

One Like You
Chateau Jolie Romance #1
Heather McGovern


Genre: Contemporary Romance


Date: 10/30/2018


the quaint mountain town of Windamere, North Carolina, the three
Sargent sisters are determined to make their hotel and winery,
Chateau Jolie, a success. And one by one, they’re finding that
nothing pairs better with new beginnings than unexpected love…
The downside of living
in a charming small town is that it’s impossible for Brooke Sargent
to avoid anyone. Especially someone as big, handsome, and friendly as
Trevor Bradley. At his brother’s wedding, they flirted and
danced…before Brooke recalled that she’s not ready to trust any
man after her divorce, let alone one who’s the competition. Her
family’s struggling chateau is planning to host the local senior
prom—without the Bradley family’s renowned Honeywilde Inn
muscling in and stealing the glory.
Trevor has thought of
no one else since the night he and Brooke connected. Even though she
shot him down—hard—he’s seen the warmth beneath her guarded
facade. Working together, they could give the high school students a
spectacular prom. Navigating the rough terrain of Brooke’s
business, while proving himself to his own siblings, won’t be easy.
But Trevor loves a challenge—especially one that could win him the
woman he can’t stop wanting . . .
writes contemporary romance in swoony, southern
settings. While her love of travel and adventure takes her far, there
is no place quite like home. She lives in South Carolina with her
husband and son, and a collection of Legos that’s threatening to take
over the house. When she isn’t writing, she’s working out, or binging
on books and Netflix.

She is a member of

Writers of America
as well as Carolina Romance Writers, and she’s represented by Nicole
Resciniti of The Seymour Agency.

Connect with Heather on
her website, Facebook, Twitter, or her group blog. She’d love to hear
to from you!

Chapter 1

Brooke clung to her menu like it was a full skirt on a windy day. “Coffee,” she said to the
Honeywilde waiter.
Her hands cramped, palms sweaty, and the pinching start of a headache worked its way up
both temples.
Meeting with Roark Bradley shouldn’t set her on edge like this. Roark was professional and
pleasant. All of the Bradleys were nice people.
Trevor Bradley in particular.
Nice looking too, though that was beside the point.
Since Devlin’s wedding in August, she’d seen Trevor only in passing. In town, she’d see him
maybe shopping or walking down the sidewalk, but the glimpses were enough to confirm what she
already knew—he was still as wickedly handsome as ever.
Her muscles tensed, ready to jump out of her skin, but her nerves couldn’t be because of
“I’m back. Sorry to keep you waiting.” Roark took the seat across from her and motioned for
coffee. “Anyway, as I was saying, the high school needs Chateau Jolie’s help with their
Ding, ding, ding.
The prom.
That would be the source of her anxiety.
Didn’t matter that she and her sisters had been running Chateau Jolie for almost a year, the
prospect of being the location for the school’s emergency prom had her more wound up than a set of
novelty chattering teeth. Brooke unclenched her jaw. “I believe you were about to ask if we could
host the prom at Jolie.” Both a blessing and a curse that couldn’t come at a more inopportune time.
“Yes. The venue they were going to use went out of business last week.
With no notification to the school, their prom is just…gone.”
“No place to have it, no backup plans. Nothing.”
“Those poor kids.”
Taking this project on wasn’t ideal, but how could she say no to a bunch of sad teenagers
who would get all dressed up and have no place to go?
Roark sipped his coffee and shook his head. “They lost their money too. That event place in
Newton went bankrupt. All of the juniors and seniors had bought tickets, so that’s their hard-earned
cash gone. Which means they’ve got no budget.”
Her stomach dropped. “Well, that—” Sucks. “That’s awful.”
And she couldn’t help them without a budget. Chateau Jolie certainly didn’t have the spare
cash to fork over.
“The assistant principal came to me yesterday asking—actually, pleading is more
accurate—to use Honeywilde. But we’re booked solid for the whole season.”
Of course they were.
Honeywilde was always booked. This season, next season. Every season two years from
now. Honeywilde’s success was one of the reasons for Jolie’s lackluster couple of years.
But she wasn’t about to tell Roark Bradley that.
“Then Sophie thought of Chateau Jolie. Thank goodness your ballroom is available.”
She pasted on a smile. “Yes. Thank goodness.”
“That is, if you can host the event. It’s in two and a half weeks.”
Her eyes almost popped out of her skull.
“I know, I know. It’s not much time, but we’re still going to help,” he rushed to add. “You
wouldn’t be doing this alone. I’m ready to offer up a donation for food, décor, and other expenses.
And some added manpower for the event itself, since Jolie is…well, we have a larger staff here.”
He was understating to be polite. Honeywilde had the money and people to spare. Chateau
Jolie did not.

The throb in her skull got a little bit worse. “I think…”
She didn’t have the luxury of thinking. Chateau Jolie needed to catch a break, especially now
that she had to shell out thousands of dollars to keep from losing part of Jolie to an evil a-hole of a
Not only was hosting the school’s prom the right thing to do, but a community event and
charity might give the hotel the kind of promotion and PR it needed to spark off their slumping
reservation rates and make
some much needed money.
“We wouldn’t throw all of this on you to deal with alone.” Roark leaned forward, his coffee
mug cradled between his hands. “We plan to help out as much as we can. But what the school
needs most is a location.”
Brooke flexed her fingers to get some blood into them. Chateau Jolie could easily be the
location, but they didn’t have Honeywilde’s financial resources to fund a party.
She wasn’t about to tell Roark Bradley that either.
“We’d love for the school to use our ballroom,” she said instead.
But she couldn’t only offer up a location.
If all she provided was a room, then yet again, Honeywilde would be the hero of the day.
They’d swoop in, save the town, and hog all the glory. Again. Chateau Jolie would be the little
stepsister who got dragged along to the dance.
Her family’s business couldn’t afford to be the stepsister anymore.
Brooke stiffened her spine. “We’d want to do more than provide a location though. We have
resources of our own.” Pitifully few, but potay-toe, po-tah-toe. “If the prom is at our hotel, I’d prefer to
be the one in
charge of coordinating with the prom’s committee chair.”
Roark nodded. “Absolutely. I agree.”
Proms weren’t in her wheelhouse, but she knew enough about parties to handle one for
Roark took another sip of his coffee, looking proud as a peacock. “That works out perfectly
for us too. With the Blueberry Festival coming up, and peak season, we don’t need to commit to
managing more than we
can handle.”
Peak season. Must be nice.
She shook off the resentment to concentrate on the possibilities. This prom could be the very
thing Jolie needed, and if she could run the show with a Honeywilde income, even better.
She could make this the goodwill event of the year, get on every social media platform, and
prove her family’s hotel was every bit as charitable and wonderful as Honeywilde, and she might be
able to redeem herself. No, she would redeem herself.
“Hey.” A deep voice interrupted her pep talk.
Brooke looked up, into striking blue eyes and dimples that ought to be outlawed.
Trevor Bradley.

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The Viscount’s Promise Book Tour & Giveaway

The Viscount’s Promise
The Twice Shy Series Book 2
by Christina Britton
Genre: Historical Romance
Pub Date: 10/30/18
Lady Emily Masters has harbored a secret
infatuation for the dashing
Malcolm Arborn, Viscount Morley since a childhood accident claimed
the life of her twin brother and left her own face scarred. But when
fate brings them together again for her brother’s wedding, she is
dismayed to find instead of the brave gentleman who sheltered her
after the tragedy, a surly rogue quick to quip and slow to trust.

To the cosmopolitan and
haughty Malcolm, few engagements could possibly
be more punishing than attending his friend’s country wedding―until
the groom requests he watch over his timid sister during the weeks
leading up to the ceremony. Fearful of her scar making her the center
of attention to the visiting lords and ladies, Emily proves to be a
difficult charge for the irascible bachelor.

Her diffidence an insult to
his sensibilities, he finds a new purpose
within his role: to bring out the bold woman within. But how can such
a gentle creature as Emily abide his own coarseness? At odds with
their natures, will these two willful souls be able to look beyond
their past hurt to build a promising tomorrow?
With Love in Sight
The Twice Shy Series Book 1
From Romance Writers of America’s® 2017 Golden Heart® winner comes a
story of passion that is much more than meets the eye.
An aging spinster at twenty-six, all
Imogen Duncan sees ahead of her is
a life of servitude to her overbearing mother. Her London Season has
passed and her desperate shyness and reserved demeanor have destroyed
any chance for a match. As her younger sister Mariah begins her own
Season with a selection of suitors, Imogen believes her chances for
excitement are well and truly lost…Until a case of mistaken
identity and an accidental kiss brings her adventure.
Burying his guilt from a decade-old tragedy beneath a life of debauchery,
Caleb Masters, Marquess of Willbridge, is content enough to meet
willing widows in dark gardens to numb the pain. But he is wholly
unprepared when an innocent miss stumbles into him, turning his
superficial world on its head.
Drawn to the rogue that mistakenly stole her first kiss, Imogen finds not a
suitor, but a friend. Free to be herself for the first time, she
begins to see a new beauty in the world around her…and see a
strength in herself she never knew she possessed. But when friendship
turns to passion, Imogen will accept nothing less than Caleb’s
heart. Can a healing of the past lead to the promise of a future together?
Christina Britton developed a passion for writing romance novels shortly
after buying her first at the tender age of thirteen. Though for
several years she turned to art and put brush instead of pen to
paper, she has returned to her first love and is now writing full
time. She spends her days dreaming of corsets and cravats and
noblemen with tortured souls.
She lives with her husband and two children in the San Francisco Bay
Area. A member of Romance Writers of America, she also belongs to
her local chapter, Silicon Valley RWA, and is a 2017 RWA® Golden
Heart® winner. Her debut novel, With Love in Sight, was released by
Diversion Books in early 2018.
“I would love to hear you play if you have the time for one more song.”
She shot him a quick, disbelieving glance, and immediately regretted it. They were close, closer even than
they had been during the dance. Her mouth went dry. “You want me to play for you?”
“Yes, please.”
“You have heard me play before,” she reminded him.
“Yes, but that was different.”
She frowned. “How?”
He looked flummoxed for a moment, as if he hadn’t expected the question and didn’t have the least idea
how to answer it. Finally, he shrugged. “There was something more to your playing this morning. I
cannot explain it.”
His eyes were fervent and wondering as he looked down at her. Had he truly heard the emotions she had
poured into her music, the bit of her soul she had bared in her playing? It touched her deeply that he
sensed it, for he had been the one to inspire it in the first place. Something warm unfurled in her chest. In
that moment she would not have denied him anything. “Very well,” she whispered.
On shaky legs she returned to her place at the pianoforte. He sat halfway across the length of the room, as
if he were trying to maintain some space between them. And yet Emily could feel his gaze on her like a
physical touch. Taking a deep breath, she laid her fingers on the keys and, closing her eyes, began to play.
She could have chosen a piece of incredible difficulty to lay every bit of her skill out in front of him.
Instead her fingers glided over the keys, finding and weaving through a soft, plaintive melody. It was
slow and deep, reflecting her heart and what Malcolm was pulling from it. For he was dragging emotions
from her she never thought to feel.
Every strike of the hammers on the strings vibrated through her, from her fingertips to her very core.
Tears pressed against her closed lids. Did he hear it? Could he feel what she was putting into the song?
All too soon the last note died away. The echo of it was slower to leave her, flowing through her body,
swirling about her heart. She was almost bereft when that, too, died away. But with the loss of it, she
became aware of something else missing as well.
There was not a sound in the room. Had he left? With great will she opened her eyes, quickly blinking
away her tears, and looked in the direction he had been sitting. He was there still, his dark eyes intent on
her, his expression rapt. That look was like a spark to dry tinder; suddenly it was as if the music had
started up again, the magic of it touching her very soul.
“Thank you,” he said, his voice hushed and fervent. He smiled, and a bit of the scar that had grown,
protective and tough, around Emily’s heart fell away. As she watched him go, she clutched her arms
about her waist, more frightened than she had ever been.


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