April 7th is the release day of my second book in The Rake’s Handbook series, WHEN A RAKE FALLS. This book has a fun, singing hero that I adore.
Here’s the blurb:
He's racing to win back his reputation
Having hired a balloon to get him to Paris in a daring race, Lord Boyce Parker is simultaneously exhilarated and unnerved by the wonders and dangers of flight, and most of all by the beautiful, stubborn, intelligent lady operating the balloon.
She's curious about the science of love
Eve Mountfloy is in the process of conducting weather experiments when she finds herself spirited away to France by a notorious rake. She's only slightly dismayed-the rake seems to respect her work-but she is frequently distracted by his windblown physical magnificence and buoyant spirits.
What happens when they descend from the clouds?
As risky as aeronautics may be, once their feet touch the ground, Eve and Boyce learn the real danger of a very different type of falling...
Praise for The Rake's Handbook:
"Orr debuts with a charming romp. The witty repartee and naughty innuendos set the perfect pitch for the entertaining romance. Though there are serious themes and carefully researched historical details, it's the banter and sensuality that are sure to enchant readers." —RT Book Reviews, 4 stars
Boyce yelled like a lunatic.
Whoosh. His hat blew off.
He clutched the side of the basket.
His favorite old hat tumbled away far out in front of him.
Despite the blast of cold air, it was the most thrilling moment of his twenty-seven years.
He tried to lift his head, but it felt like a heavy cannon ball. An unseen hand pushed it down on his chest.
The wooden platform grew smaller as the balloon gained altitude. It didn’t take long until the townsfolk reminded him of little black insects moving around in green grass. Several men on horseback followed in their direction, apparently chasing the balloon. Seconds later, the fields and hedgerows below resembled the irregular squares of a mottled green chessboard.
Boyce continued to yell as Islington shrank in the distance.
The balloon’s upward movement seemed to slow, and several minutes later it stopped.
Now certain of his survival after that remarkable ascent, joy swelled in his chest. He laughed without reserve. Never had he felt so free. He needed to serenade his thanks and praises to the magnificence of the balloon. “Away from my view fly the world and its strife, the banquet of fancy’s feast is for me.” He hung over the basket, spread his arms wide, and serenaded the town. “My spirits are mounting, my heart’s full of glee.” An odd sensation overcame his ears, and his voice sounded like he was singing under water. In the process of poking his ear with his pinky, he saw the girl.
I hope you have fun and enjoy this book as much as I do.