#MFRWauthor BOOK SPOTLIGHT: The Desire of a Lady @LindaRaeSa

The Desire of a Lady
The Sisters of the Aristocracy
Linda Rae Sande

As the illegitimate daughter of an earl, Lily was a maid until the Earl of Trenton claimed her as his sister. Suddenly being courted by four aristocrats and a subject of the gossip rags, she wonders if her substantial dowry is the reason she’s so popular. Concerned by what he's reading in the newspapers, the earl invites her to spend the summer with him in Staffordshire so he can hear her side of the stories—tales Lily may need to embellish a bit to get her way.

William started life as a street urchin, but he worked his way up as a clerk at an import company and has a beautiful home to show for it. Satisfied with life, he has no need to wonder what's next—until he’s reintroduced to the comely blonde he once saved from a rake. The idea of courting Lily is suddenly all he can think about. But will Lily consider his suit now that she’s elevated in Society?

Lily decides she may have to spin a few tales of her own to get her way in The Desire of a Lady.

"What I cannot imagine is a life without Lily,

for I do not believe it would be a life worth living."

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Sarah Wellingham, Countess of Trenton, speared her fingers through her husband’s butter blond curls. “Why, give me a glance with those beautiful blue eyes and toss me a sovereign, and I’ll give you a tumble right here and now.”Gabriel Wellingham, Earl of Trenton, straightened at his desk and regarded his wife with widened eyes. “What?” he replied in shock. “It didn’t cost me anything last night!” he claimed in mock dismay.Grinning in delight, Sarah shrugged. “It’s those blue eyes and that blond hair,” she whispered as she ruffled up his hair with her long fingers. A gold filigree bracelet dotted with sapphires encircled the wrist at the base of her hand. Although the piece of jewelry was more appropriately worn at balls and the opera, Gabriel had insisted she wear it everyday. “You’ll need a reminder you’re a countess now, and no longer a commoner,” he had said when he first wrapped it around her wrist. Sarah tore her eyes away from the winking blue jewels and settled them back on her husband’s blue eyes. “And speaking of your very best trait, you must know your sister is receiving a good deal of attention, and not all of it because of those blue eyes and blond curls of hers,” she said with an arched eyebrow. “She was mentioned again in The Morning Chronicle.” The earl rolled his eyes and sighed. “I am a bit concerned about that,” he admitted, “Which is why I’m considering sending the coach to London for her. It would do her some good to spend some time in the country.”Sarah nodded her understanding, not about to tell him she had already sent a letter to her sister-in-law with the invitation to visit Trenton Manor. Although Sarah was still the manager of the Spread Eagle in Stretton, she had arranged for Margery Higgins, her eventual replacement, to see to the operation of the coaching inn while she prepared for her sister-in-law’s arrival. At some point, probably sooner than later, Margery would simply take over and run the inn, but Sarah had promised the owner she would continue her involvement until Margery was truly ready to assume command. With a toddler hanging onto her skirts and what she was sure was another baby on the way, Sarah hoped it would be sooner.“I fear those who pay her such attendance don’t necessarily have her best interests at heart,” Sarah said as she took the chair across from her husband’s desk. Although she had only been his countess a bit more than a year, Sarah had settled into her role much like she had when she agreed to manage the Spread Eagle. An earldom, as it turned out, was very much like a business. Gabriel frowned. “You think they mean to ruin her and ... what?” he asked in alarm.Allowing a sigh, Sarah leaned forward and lowered her voice. “Ruin her and marry her,” she clarified. “She’s a very pretty chit, but there is another reason all the young bucks, and some not so young ones, are interested in taking her as their wife.”His blue eyes widening in alarm, Gabriel shook his head. “Her dowry, do you suppose?” he asked finally.It took everything Sarah had not to roll her eyes.

ABOUT Linda Rae Sande
A former technical writer, Linda Rae’s interest in the Regency has resulted in ten books set during that era. When she’s not writing, she can frequently be found at the local cinema enjoying the latest movie. During the winter, she houses junior hockey players and is a fan of the San Jose Sharks. She makes her home in Cody. Read more about her books on her website: www.lindaraesande.com.

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A REMATCH Book Spotlight with #MFRWauthor @RachaelSlate

Rematch
Chinese Zodiac Romance Series, #1.5
by Rachael Slate

Rematch is book 1.5 in the steamy fantasy romance series about the Chinese Zodiac. If you love dirty-talking alpha heroes, tough heroines who challenge them, exotic cultures, and unique twists on mythology, then this series is for you! Will they be the best match...or the worst?

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Her free hand flattened against his chest and he inhaled sharply at the warmth of contact. He hadn’t permitted anyone to touch this body. Hadn’t ever wanted anyone to. With her, the yearning was almost unbearable. He desired her hands, her mouth, her tongue. Everywhere.Her stroking lightened as she trailed her fingertips downward.He swallowed hard. He ought to stop this, whatever it was, but hell, curiosity demanded he allow her game.Her fingertips left his bare flesh, one by one, until only the tip of her index finger continued its downward path. An inch above his waistline, she paused. Her gaze flicked back up to his, one eyebrow arched. Was she asking his permission? Bloody hell, no way she’d missed the thick outline of his erection.She drew her bottom lip between her teeth. Indecisive? Perhaps he should encourage her exploration. He bent forward and feathered his lips against hers. Once. One taste, and then he pulled back.Her mouth parted, those soft, velvety lips inviting him deeper. He eased his grip off her throat and caressed his hand along her collarbone. Her warm, sweet breath heated through his body, making him shudder with need. Pressing his lips to hers again, he flicked his tongue along hers slowly, careful not to unleash too much passion upon her. She was mortal, after all.Delicate and fragile.She moaned, her body melting against his as she lifted her leg to stroke her knee along his thigh. Coaxing him closer. He released her other hand and she glided it across his abs, her exploration firing explosive sparks over his skin.This tight leather outfit she wore provoked him. Taunted him. He yearned to peel it off her. With his teeth.As he thrust his tongue inside her mouth, he skimmed his hand over her pert breast and around to grab her *ss, aiding her thigh higher. Cradling his hips against hers, he ground their lower bodies together.Suddenly, she wrenched her lips off his, twisting her head to the side. Her skin was flushed, her breathing in irregular pants. She clearly desired him, so why had she stopped?“I believe this belongs to you.”

ABOUT Rachael Slate
Rachael Slate resides on the West Coast of Canada with her husband and two children—or as she likes to call them, her own little blended world. One of the best parts about sharing in her husband’s Chinese-Malaysian culture is definitely the food—and the awesome celebrations!

Rachael writes stories that blend the lines between mythology, reality, and fantasy. In her worlds, you’ll encounter strong, sexy alpha males and the capable women who challenge them. And always, scorching hot romance.

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BOOK SPOTLIGHT: Not Vanilla by #MFRWauthor Roz Lee @IWriteRomance

Not Vanilla - Bondage
USA Today Bestselling Author Roz Lee and Bestselling Author Jennifer Lynne, invite you to taste the forbidden in a brand-new series offering a tantalizing glimpse into a range of ""flavors"" that are definitely not vanilla!

NOT VANILLA - BONDAGE, will be out on July 21st, and includes HUNG UP by Roz Lee and ALPHA SUBMISSIVE by Jennifer Lynne. These sexy, novelette-length stories are designed to take you into the erotic world of rope bondage, while still holding onto the romance.

Taste the forbidden.

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EXCERPT
At sixteen, Colton Barnes had already made a name for himself on the football field, the baseball

field, the debate team, the academic decathlon team, and the junior rodeo circuit. He walked the halls of Jeff Davis High School as if he owned them—and, hell, he did. Every guy wanted to be him, every girl wanted to do him, and every teacher wanted to clone him. Eventually, he chose rodeo over the colleges offering him both academic and athletic scholarships. He was/is too good to be true.

Sometimes I wonder if he regrets the path he chose. He made a fortune on the Professional Bull Rider’s circuit, but the sport took as much as it gave. Forced to retire after a particularly nasty animal stomped on his right leg, smashing the bones to bits, he returned to Ft. Worth with a noticeable limp, and started a business making custom bull ropes. He mostly keeps to himself these days, occasionally showing up at The Lone Star to have a drink with his buddies from high school. That’s where he found me.

I go there every week to drink and laugh with my girlfriends. The group ranges from a few to a dozen, depending on work schedules. We’re all single, except April who’s engaged and Bailey Rose who has a semi-permanent thing going with Travis. Conversation usually revolves around our dates, or lack thereof. Everyone there knows I dance, so it’s not unusual for one of the regulars at the club to drag me down to the dance floor to teach some greenhorn the basic steps. I was headed back to my table after teaching some sorority girl how to two-step when Colton stepped into my path.

At thirty, he is even more handsome than he’d been as a teenager. Age and experience have added character to his features, something I hadn’t been aware of until the moment I crashed into his broad chest.

He apologized profusely, but hell, if I’d had two nickels to rub together, I would have paid him to let me bounce off his chest. He offered to buy me a drink, and, finding the manners bred into me as a Southern woman, I let him. I lost track of how many drinks I consumed at his expense, but when I woke up the next morning with a herd of longhorns stampeding through my skull, I vaguely remembered agreeing to pose for him. I’d found the napkin with directions on it stuffed inside my bra.

“You’re a class act, Bethany.”

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USA Today Bestselling author Roz Lee has penned over a dozen erotic romances. The first, The Lust Boat, was born of an idea acquired while on a Caribbean cruise with her family and soon blossomed into a five book series published by Red Sage. Following her love of baseball, she turned her attention to sexy athletes in tight pants, writing the critically acclaimed Mustangs Baseball series.
When Roz isn’t writing, she’s reading, or traipsing around the country on one adventure or another. No trip is too small, no tourist trap too cheesy, and no road unworthy of travel.

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