It’s coming! The second book in my Forbidden Love series, A Little Bit Sinful releases Monday, April 1st! I’m so thrilled to share this book with y’all. I really fell in love with Clarissa and Justin and I hope you will too. An excerpt will be coming in the next day or two so watch for that, but in the meantime, here’s the cover and back cover blurb. 

She’d made all the wrong choices, but ended up in the most perfect situation. 

Justin Rodale is the wealthy bastard son of the Duke of Chanceworth. He owns the most lucrative and luxurious gaming establishment and caters to London’s elite. Educated with the rest of the aristocrats, he knows all the rules by which Society lives, but he is beholden to no one.

Clarissa Kincaid has been raised to be the perfect English lady. She knows precisely the sort of match she should make and she’s fairly certain she’s found that with a respectable gentleman. But the man won’t commit and she finds herself seeking assistance in the form of seduction lessons from Justin.

This is a challenge the charming Justin can not resist. She may think that he knows nothing about her needs, but he’s determined to show her that he knows plenty about her secret desires. He has no intention of publicly ruining the girl, but he’s determined to privately tempt her into some slightly sinful behavior.

 

Click here to check out what the other authors are giving away during the Entangled In Love blog hop!

This Entangled blog hop is full of prizes, new authors for you to meet and plenty of Valentine’s Day treats!

My Giveaway

I’ll be giving away a copy of A LITTLE BIT WICKED as well as a Godiva gift card!

How To Enter

Simply leave a comment telling me what is your favorite kind of chocolate. 

I’d love it if you’d friend me on FB, follow me on Twitter, add my books on Goodreads, leave me reviews and join my newsletter…SO if you do any of those things you can enter more than once, have your name in the proverbial pot multiple times. Just leave a comment letting me know which you’ve done and a link that shows the tweet or review. 

Also don’t forget about the Twitter Chat. Tonight, Friday, February 8th at 9pm EST, so many Entangled authors will be chatting and having a grand old time. Join us for the chat with the #EntangledinLove & you’ll have a chance to win prizes! 

 

Monday, 12/24 Novel Reflections 
Friday, 12/28 Bringing the Epic 
Saturday, 12/29 Fresh Fiction
Tuesday, 1/1 Romancing Rakes For The Love of Romance 
Thursday, 1/3 Ramblings from this Chick 
Monday, 1/7 Mochas, Mysteries and More 
Monday, 1/7 Vicky Dreiling’s blog  
Wednesday, 1/9 Manga Maniac Cafe 
Friday, 1/11 Books to Brighten your Mood 
Monday, 1/14 My Book Addiction and More 
Tuesday, 1/16 Urban Girl Reader 
Thursday, 1/17 Ex Libris  
Thursday, 1/17 Breath of Live Reviews 
Monday, 1/21 Reading Between the Wines 
Tuesday, 1/22 Fade Into Fantasy 
Wednesday, 1/23 Provocative Pages 
Thursday, 1/24 Cocktails and Books 
Friday, 1/25 WTF Are You Reading? 

The blog tour is currently being scheduled so this post will be updated as dates become booked.

12/27 – Fresh Fiction

12/18 – Goddess Blogs

12/17 – Vanessa Kelly and Dashing Duchesses

12/14 – Get Lost in a Story

12/13 – 12 Days of Christmas

12/8 – Savvy Authors and Harlequin Junkie

12/5 – USA Today HEA

 

In addition to some great prizes you could win along my blog tour, Entangled is also hosting a whopper of a contest to celebrate the launch of the Entangled Scandalous line. You could win a NOOK! Check out the details and enter here

So I’ve just wrapped up revisions on A LITTLE BIT WICKED and I’m back to work on A LITTLE BIT SINFUL and I have to admit I’ve been struggling some with these books. But I’ve finally figured out why and that is a good thing. For the last several years I’ve been working on my Legend Hunters books and then I wrote THE SECRETS OF MIA DANVERS and all of those books are big and full of adventure and suspense and mystery in addition to the romance. And then I started the Forbidden Love trilogy for Entangled Scandalous and admittedly I forgot that just because I’m not writing a suspense-heavy historical doesn’t mean my characters don’t still need GMC. It’s kind of an embarrassing lesson, to be honest, because well, I’m fairly well-known for teaching classes on that very issue. About how the GMC should be where the action of your book comes from. I know that. And yet, I still tried to cheat and get away with not doing it and now I’m having to back and fix it – in the first book in revisions and in this current one, post first draft. So let this be a lesson to any of you, no matter where you are in your career, what kind of book you’re writing and how short it is, you still need a solid GMC for your characters to propel your plot!

Also I want to share my tentative release schedule for the next twelve months because I’m so damn excited about it!

A LITTLE BIT WICKED – December 2012
A LITTLE BIT SINFUL – March 2013
THE SECRETS OF MIA DANVERS – June 2013
A LITTLE BIT SCANDALOUS – July 2013
THE AFFAIR OF ANNA JACOBS – Oct 2013

Okay kids, that’s 5 releases over the next year. I’m so very happy to be able to share so many wonderful characters and stories with all of you.

*this a tentative schedule and includes some tentative titles*

I have been waiting so long to tell you about this new series I’ve been working on, and now I finally can. I’ve accepted a 2-book deal with NAL to publish the series I’ve called Dangerous Liaisons (not sure if that will be used in any official capacity). Here’s a brief blurb (again not official) to whet your appetites. As soon as I have more details as far as release dates, etc. I’ll let everyone know.

THE SECRETS OF MIA DANVERS

In the fall of 1888 a murderer terrorized the Whitechapel area in London, horribly mutilating prostitutes and leaving their blood-drenched bodies out to be found, taunting the police and paralyzing the poverty-stricken people with fear. In taunting letters to the police and the newspapers, he called himself Jack the Ripper. Then as quickly as he appeared, he vanished from the news, his reign of terror apparently at an end. A few months later another girl’s body was found, but this time in prestigious Mayfair, and this time there was a witness.

Mia Danvers is a blind girl fallen from Society and living at the property edge of the arrogant and proper Alexander Foster, the Duke of Carrington. Though they live on the same land, their paths never cross, until they must work together to stop London’s must infamous villain. Though blind, Mia is determined to help track down the culprit in the murder she witnessed, even though the only person willing to accept her help is the arrogant Duke of Carrington. However, as they work together, a passion will spark between them that cannot be ignored.

So woot-woot! I’m so excited to share these books with you.

I’m so super excited to finally be able to tell y’all about some new books from me. First of all I know in previous interviews and whatnot I’ve mentioned an historical romantic suspense series I’ve been working on and this isn’t that, but I do hope to have news of that in the not too distant future. No, this is something a little different. I’ve accepted a three-book contract with Entangled Publishing for their upcoming short historical line, Scandalous.

I’m thrilled about this new series for a variety of reasons. First, I’m really looking forward to being apart of the Entangled family, I’ve heard such lovely things about everyone there. Secondly, I really love this series – I can’t say too much about the books themselves just yet, but suffice it to say they match up intelligent heroines with sexy heroes and the chemistry is smoking up my computer! They’re also a little bit shorter than my bigger historicals which means I can write them faster which will ultimately get them into your hands much sooner.

The first book, A LITTLE BIT WICKED, is such fun and I know y’all will love Vivian and Marcus as much as I do. I’ll share excerpts and more details as soon as I can.

A few years ago, my Ladies Amateur Sleuth Society series came to an abrupt end leaving one lady without her happy ending. And you readers haven’t forgotten, nor let me forget. I still get reader mail, weekly, well, in all honesty I receive multiple queries about this every week. I love that y’all loved my lady sleuths as much as I did. Right now I’m working on ways to get that 4th book to you. It will, most likely, be in digital form only, but I hope to have it to you very soon. In the meantime, please enjoy an excerpt…

A Marriage Most Convenient tells the story of Charlotte Reed who will finally unmask the Jack of Hearts. Hope you enjoy it!

There are four ladies in London who have a most unladylike hobby: solving mysteries. No conundrum is too great for these young women. Until they stumble across the Jack of Hearts, a scandalous rogue who steals jewels from the rich and may well steal the heart of one of their own.

A MARRIAGE MOST CONVENIENT

London, 1893

It was beginning to bore him. It being stealing. Pilfering, burglary, thievery, as it were. Initially, he’d had a task at hand. Stealing something quite specific. But the thrill of the charade had been enthralling, a challenge, and a rather daring one at that.

But now he had become a novelty. The Jack of Hearts.

If the Jack of Hearts made an appearance at your ball or soiree, then it was instantly considered a smashing success. He’d been intent on hanging up his mask, even though he’d failed to acquire all of the family heirlooms his mother had sold. The Viscountess who’d purchased one of the pieces—a brooch—rarely appeared in public. When he’d heard she would be at tonight’s soirée, he’d known the Jack of Hearts would make one final appearance. The brooch was just too tempting. And now here he was — his bag full of useless bobbles, half of them not even authentic stones — crouched in the shadows outside of Mayfair Hall. Jack sighed and turned to go.

“I said, no thank you, Winthrop,” a familiar female voice said firmly. “I do not take kindly to unwanted advances.”

Jack stopped and listened intently to the exchange on the balcony above him. He peered between the bushes and watched Winthrop Cowell grip Charlotte Reed’s arm.

“Don’t be so demure, Miss Reed, I merely wanted a kiss,” the man’s words were badly slurred. Clearly he was well into his cups. “Now, hold still.”

Jack stepped forward, primed to make a move, to stop the man from taking advantage of Charlotte, but before he could step out of the shadows, she shoved against Winthrop’s bulky chest knocking the man off balance. He stumbled backwards and knocked over a potted topiary, the ceramic base shattered against the stone balcony.

“Go back inside before I find your intended and tell her of your outrageous behavior,” Charlotte said, her voice sharp with authority. “I have absolutely no desire to kiss you tonight or any other night.”

Winthrop turned and skulked back into the ballroom, leaving her alone in the darkness.

Jack took a moment to watch her. He, the real him, had known Charlotte Reed for years. He’d watched her grow into the stunning beauty she was today. The legendary Charlotte Reed who’d turned down more proposals than any woman ought to receive let alone reject. He’d be a liar if he said he hadn’t wanted her too once upon a time until he’d seen Charlotte’s true character, seen her vanity. And he knew that Charlotte Reed was not interested in him, at least not the real him. Jack waited a moment longer to ensure Winthrop didn’t return before turning to leave.

“Who’s there?” Charlotte called out. She took the steps from the balcony to the yard and peered into the darkness. Her dark brown hair was piled atop her head coupled with the low cut neckline of her gown and it made her neck seem impossibly, seductively long. The graceful curve called to him, immobilizing him. He loathed his own weakness and that he couldn’t make himself walk away.

“How did you know I was here?” Jack asked, but he kept himself hidden in the shrubbery.

“I heard you rustling in the bushes. What are you doing out there?” Her eyes squinted, still trying to make out who stood in the shadows. Then she smiled broadly. “Are you alone out there or am I interrupting you tryst?” Curiosity shimmered in her eyes. She took the stairs down from the balcony and looked out into the yard, directly at the clump of shrubs that shrouded him.

He cleared his throat. “I am alone and I was planning to come to your rescue, to save you from your unwanted suitor, but you managed matters on your own quite nicely,” he said, intentionally deepening his voice. It was on his tongue to remind her she should not have put herself in such a position, that she should be more careful with her safety. But tonight he was Jack and Jack cared for no one’s safety, not even his own.

Charlotte took several steps towards him, twigs cracked beneath her slippers as she approached him. He stepped around a bush, revealing himself as he knew he’d never leave without her seeing him.

Surprise etched her features as a smile slid into place. He had heard rumor that she, in particular, fancied the Jack of Hearts. Many women in London did. Many of the fashionable young ladies did, those with nothing in their heads but gossip and scandal. “Have a lovely evening, Miss Reed,” Jack said as he turned to go.

“Wait,” she said. “Don’t go yet.” She shook her head. “How do you know my name?”

The tempo of his heart picked up. He was risking much by standing here, holding a bag full of stolen jewels and wearing a mask. Attracting the attention of a girl like Charlotte was one thing, but if anyone else stumbled out onto the terrace and discovered them, he’d be in serious trouble. Jack would be quickly apprehended and unmasked. The scandal that ensued would ruin his life and likely Charlotte’s as well. He should leave, yet he made no move to walk away.

“I won’t call for help,” she said. “I merely want to converse. For a moment.”

He turned back to face her. Her rich blue dress molded tightly to her full breasts, leaving little to his imagination. The color of the fabric was dark enough to enhance the alabaster of her skin. Even though he doubted the dress was new, the Reeds did not have deep pockets, she had taken great care with her appearance. She was a vision. Quite easily the loveliest woman in all of London.

Her brilliant smile gave his breath pause and made his hands twitch. He concentrated on his tone as he spoke, “A lady, such as yourself, shouldn’t be out here alone.”

“Well, you won’t harm me,” she reached out as if to touch him, then thought better of it and brought her hand back to her side. So she did have some sense. “Will you, Jack?”

The sound of the name, his name on her lips sent a mixture of pride and anger coursing through him. He reached up to ensure his mask was firmly in place. She was flirting with him. He could see it in her face, and the way her mouth was set, the subtle batting of her lashes. So the rumors were true, Charlotte fancied him.

Well, not him, per se, but the him she believed him to be. He winced. For a moment he considered reaching up and ripped the mask from his face, but he kept his hands still. He had managed to keep his identity a secret for this long, it wouldn’t kill him to do it one more night. Revealing himself to Charlotte wouldn’t change anything. It certainly wouldn’t make her want him, the real him.

“You could escort me to the gardens,” she suggested. “Like any gentleman could with a lady.”

Well, if he had to play the part, he would do it right. “What makes you think I am a gentleman?” he took a step towards her.

Her head tilted down a little as if she were trying to see him more closely. “You don’t have a reputation for ravishing, only theft.”

“Are the two so different, then?” It was easy now. This role of Jack. He was in his skin, feeling every bit the rogue. And he knew he was playing a dangerous game, but no matter the warnings in his head, he couldn’t make himself turn from her.

“Touché.” Her voice was sultry and if he didn’t know any better, he’d assume she was far more worldly then he knew her to be.

“Tell me, Miss Reed, are you always so brazen with men?” Perhaps if he called her on her behavior, she’d cease her recklessness. What if she’d fancied some other rogue, a true cad would take advantage of her?
She shook her head, her blue eyes never leaving his face. He would have sworn she could see right through that mask. But if that were true, she would no longer be standing in front of him. If she could see him, the real him, she would have walked away moments ago, bored with their exchange.

“Only those I find intriguing,” she said. Her lips curved in a slight smile revealing the dimple in her left cheek.

It seemed a bit amusing, if not ironic, that the lovely Charlotte Reed was enamored with the Jack of Hearts. The untouchable, beauty who had turned down countless proposals. The woman he himself had once fancied. “Intriguing,” he repeated.

She took several steps towards him. “Utterly captivating.”

Her flirtations were dangerous and with another other man she would have been in serious danger of losing her virtue. She needed to be warned, but he knew words would not send the message. Without thought to the repercussions, Jack placed one hand on her elbow and pulled her to him.

“Captivated or not, you should be more careful where danger lurks.” And with that he leaned down and planted a firm kiss on her lips.

He was careful not to allow himself to indulge his own desires, just a quick kiss meant to warn her. A kiss intended to let her know how dangerous her behavior was, flirting with a rogue. But her lips were warm and pliant so maintaining control was a test of wills. And soon his only thought was his desire to coax her mouth open and explore precisely how far this fancy of hers went.

She was most assuredly a willing partner, being kissed in the moonlight by a masked stranger. Her willingness was intoxicating and he knew he would take more than he ought if he did not walk away from her now. In the next moment he forced himself to break away from the kiss, then he quickly turned and disappeared into the darkness.

Once seated inside the confines of his carriage, he pulled off his mask and tossed it to the other side. He swore loudly. He’d let his guard down with her and with it, his ability to make intelligent decisions. He hadn’t maintained his secret identity this long by being foolish and reckless. Yes, it had taken considerable nerve and risk, but equal to that was the extensive planning. And tonight he’d forgotten all of that. He’d told himself he was teaching her a lesson, but he knew that wasn’t completely true.
It was time. Time to make Jack disappear. Time to just be himself.