The Viscount’s Promise Book Tour & Giveaway

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?

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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?

“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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