A warm Casa welcome to regency romance author Jayne Fresina, whose new book, Lady Mercy Danforthe Flirts with Scandal, hits stores this month!
I'm so pleased, proud and grateful to be here
with my third Sourcebooks Casablanca release, LADY MERCY DANFORTHE FLIRTS WITH
SCANDAL. This time around I've brought you a little taste of the fun about to
ensure between Rafe Hartley and Lady Mercy. These two characters have grown up
over the course of the series and now, at last, they get their own story.
Readers briefly met Rafe in the first book of
the Sydney Dovedale series, when he was a cheeky, street-wise ragamuffin,
already very much a survivor. In book two, Lady Mercy made her appearance as a
naughty, opinionated, extremely bossy little girl with a crush on Rafe's
father, James Hartley. Book three begins twelve years later. It's time for
stubborn, "chip-on-the shoulder" Rafe and Lady Mercy "frosty
drawers" to face a few facts, including why, exactly, they've been
fighting their mutual attraction for a dozen years.
Well, most
of the time they've fought it. Except for once, five years ago, when they ran
away. Together. And got married.
Whaaat?
Yep, the prim and very proper earl's daughter
and the salty-mouthed farmer once eloped in a moment of sheer madness. It lasted
for all of three hours, until her brother, the Earl of Everscham, caught up
with them.
Don't tell a soul, because they never have
either.
Of course, an earl's daughter and a farmer
should never have met socially, let alone kissed. But fate brought these two to
Sydney Dovedale when they were children, circumstances and mutual friends drew
them together and somehow they could never let go again. For Lady Mercy, their
marriage is the one dirty secret that spoils her otherwise spotless past and
she's afraid that Rafe Hartley, who nearly tempted her into bed once before,
could tempt her into scandal again. Knowing him, he will get it into his thick head
that she still owes him a wedding night.
They might not be able to agree on which of
them was to blame for that marriage misadventure, but they have agreed to keep it a secret. For the past five years they've
done their best to forget what happened. Deep down inside, however, they both know
this is unfinished business.
An annulment, as Rafe says, is just fancy
words on a paper. And he doesn't much care for those.
Well, I hope he would like the words I put on paper. I don't think he could
take much issue with them, for I did make sure I got his side of the story too!
Here's an
excerpt from LADY MERCY DANFORTHE FLIRTS WITH SCANDAL. (Thanks for reading!)
Why did she have to taste so sweet?
Smell so damn good? No woman this mouthy and stubborn should feel so soft and
tempting. It wasn’t right. Wasn’t fair.
He
let his knuckles brush her silken ringlets, but he wouldn’t unfurl his fingers.
That would be too dangerous. Putting his hands around her waist had been a daring
move. Not many men would venture into that treacherous territory with this
haughty madam, but he couldn’t let her leave with the last word. Rafe decided
to kiss her until she lost the will to argue. But he knew that if he touched
her again the way he wanted to, he would forget himself completely. Her fingers, meanwhile, seemed to
have no such quandary, no such reserve. They clung to his shirt and then
spread, boldly sweeping to his shoulders, then his neck, finally losing their
tips in his hair.
Groaning
softly, he leaned his body to hers, devoured her lips, ate the shocked sounds
off her tongue. His arousal sprang to life, aching with raw need. The yearning
was more than he could bear. Yes, he now knew for sure what he wanted from
life. The one thing too far out of his reach.
Suddenly she
pressed her hands to his chest, gentle but insistent.
Their lips
parted enough to allow speech, even if it was of a slightly hoarse variety.
“How dare
you?” she gasped.
“How
dare you?” he demanded, his voice gruff, terse. More so than he meant it to be.
He wanted to touch her, put his hands all over her. Instead, he wrapped his
fingers around the stair railings again, keeping her trapped.
She lowered
her lashes. His body still touched hers, and he felt every breath squeezing
through her in a halting pattern of shattered sighs. At last he’d unsettled the
wench. There were few things more satisfying in life than getting her to bite.
Despite her attempts to retain control, she never could resist the bait he dangled,
and she’d get caught on it for a while, until she wriggled free. He wished he
could reel her all the way in.
Rafe leaned
closer, wanting more, but she ducked under his arm to escape. “That’s quite
enough of that,
young man. You know where a kiss took us once before.”
Yes,
he mused, all the way to Gretna Green in the middle of the night. One heated,
forbidden kiss had been all it took to turn his world on its head five and a
half years ago.
Now she was aloof
again as she retrieved her bonnet from the flagstones and looked for her
gloves. Back to the ice princess.
“Was that meant to
be your apology for the bride you cost me?” he demanded, arms at his sides,
hands trying to stay out of trouble. “Twice.”
“I did not come
here to apologize. Only to set you straight.”
Oh, she’d set him
straight, all right. Straight, tall, and hard as marble. Now, apparently, the
rotten tease was leaving. Again.
While she tied the
ribbons of her bonnet, she lectured him about making sure he ate some food and
got some sleep, but he noticed she couldn’t look him in the eye. “I’ll come
back tomorrow, when you are in a more sensible frame of mind, and help you
write a letter to Molly.”
He scowled. “She
can write to me.
She’s the one who left.”
“You’ll
do as I say, Rafe Hartley, and we’ll have no more of this nonsense.”
“You
don’t own me, woman.”
“Oh,
yes, I—” She stopped short. “I know what’s best for you and for Molly. I came
here for a wedding, and there will be one.”
The
bossy wench didn’t like her plans spoiled, or things falling out of place.
Years ago, at his uncle’s harvest party when they were children, he’d watched
Mercy spend half an hour organizing a pyramid of apples on the sideboard,
patiently picking up each one that fell, polishing it again on her silk
kerchief, and setting it carefully back in place. Naturally, he’d waited until
she was done, then walked by and removed an apple from the bottom layer,
causing her neat arrangement to tumble all over the room. He’d received a slap
’round the ear for that from his uncle, but, as he’d protested at the time, it
was her fault for tempting him with the opportunity.
She’d begun
pulling on her gloves, but her fingers fumbled and, if he was not mistaken, her
hands trembled. Even so, she kept her tone curt. “You see, this is why you need
my help.” One of her gloves fell to the floor because she was too rattled to
keep control of it. “You’re a male,” she added, stooping to retrieve the fallen
item, “oblivious.”
Rafe
wanted to be annoyed but couldn’t; he was too amused by her funny, nervous
little gestures as she tried to ignore what just happened between them, tried
to maintain her customary frosty edge. “And you’re a woman. Fickle.”
She dismissed
the statement with a shake of her head and a wrinkle of that prim nose. Her
lips appeared darker, fuller, as if his kiss had stung them.
Mayhap
he’d test the waters a little further.
Big thanks to Jayne for joining us today! To
enter to win one of two copies of Lady
Mercy Danforthe Flirts with Scandal, leave a question for Jayne to answer,
or tell us about your own childhood sweetheart in the comments! (US and Canada mailing addresses
only; please leave an email address so we can contact you easily; winners will
be announced Monday morning in the comments and notified via email).
LADY
MERCY DANFORTHE FLIRTS WITH SCANDAL BY JAYNE FRESINA – IN STORES
JUNE 2013
When
a Perfectly Proper Lady...
Lady
Mercy Danforthe always has a plan. It's what makes her such a successful
matchmaker, and why she's obligated to spend a great deal of time generously
organizing the lives of her friends and family. But there's one man beyond her
help. One man whose recklessness she can't rein in; whose chaos she can't
contain. Her ex-husband, Rafe Hartley. Her one—and only!—mistake.
Flirts
with a Reckless Rogue...
Rafe
has never forgiven Mercy for running out on him. Their hastily annulled
marriage may have one lasted three hours, but that doesn't mean he needs her
help finding a proper wife. Someone needs to teach little Miss Know-It-All a
lesson about keeping her adorably freckled nose out of other people's business.
And it just so happens that Mercy "Silky Drawers" Danforthe still
owes him a wedding night...
A
Scandal's Never Far Behind!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jayne
Fresina sprouted up in England, the youngest in a family of four girls. Entertained by her father’s colorful tales of
growing up in the countryside, and surrounded by opinionated sisters— all with
far more exciting lives than hers— she’s always had inspiration for her
beleaguered heroes and unstoppable heroines. Look for the fourth book in the
Sydney Dovedale Series, Miss Molly
Robbins Designs a Seduction in March 2014. For more information, please
visit www.jaynefresina.com.
To purchase Lady Danforthe Flirts
with Scandal:
First, I want to say that I love your book cover, it is so romantic and I love stories set in the Regency era. I love the excerpt, I smiled when I read this phrase told by Rafe to Mercy “You don’t own me, woman.” . I love a story with humour and passion! thank you Jayne for offering your third book, I can't wait to read it. Congrats and wish you lots of success!
ReplyDeleteThe book sounds like a winner to me! And I like the hands on the heroine's hips on the cover. Cute!Good luck!
ReplyDeleteAmelia
I really enjoyed the excerpt!! As to childhood sweethearts - I grew up with the boy next door and when we were teenagers he tried to make it romantic but I just couldn't think of him that way - he was more like a brother. At 16 I met my husband who was the new kid in school and 18 and had traveled the world - we will be married 44 yrs. on the 21st!
ReplyDeleteHow'd you decide on the character names?
ReplyDeletebn100candg at hotmail dot com
Hi again Jayne! And Danielle, I love how you put the book altogether in one fantastic review~ or over view. I couldn't say it any better than that.
ReplyDeleteDon't put me in the drawing, already got my copy :D
Hi, everyone! Thanks so much for stopping by. I love these covers too.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on being married 44years, Catslady!
BN100 - the character's names usually just come to me as I'm writing their profiles. Mercy, however, was originally going to be "Penelope" and my brother-in-law renamed her!
My childhood sweetheart was a neighbor boy named Gabriel and he was my first kiss. I love the names of the books in this series, and I'm looking forward to reading them.
ReplyDeleteLove, love the cover! Congratulations on a for sure winner. Can't wait for my daughter (a die-hard historical reader) to get her hands on this one!
ReplyDeleteI love the cover and the exerpt, I can't wait to read it. My childhood sweetheart was my boyfriend in high school. He was the one that lasted the longest, all 3 years and a year or so after. We were close and tried to make it work, but distance was too much for us. It all worked out because I have my soul mate.
ReplyDeleteI guess the boy I would probably consider my childhood sweetheart was actually more my best friend. Although I started out crushing on him, we ended up being great friends for years, no matter what girlfriend and boyfriends came and went. Unfortunately, he made some bad choices in HS and ended up doing more than his share of experimenting with the usual stuff and dropped out. That was when we lost touch. I do sometimes wonder what happened to him and even think of trying to find him on FB or something but just haven't yet.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the excerpt and congrats and good luck with the release. Alas, I did not have a childhood sweetheart as I was painfully shy and very introverted. Thanks for the giveaway!
ReplyDeleteelewkf1 at yahoo dot com
Really nice cover. The title was difficult to read at first. Congrats on the release!
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