Cover Goodness: Never Seduce A Scot by Maya Banks

September 25, 2012

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Q&A with Lorraine Heath

Three young heirs, imprisoned by an unscrupulous uncle, escaped—to the sea, to the streets, to faraway battle—awaiting the day when they would return to reclaim their birthright.

Sebastian Easton always vowed he would avenge his stolen youth and title. Now back in London, the rightful Duke of Keswick—returning from battle a wounded, hardened, changed man—cannot forget the brave girl who once rescued him and his brothers from certain death.

Lady Mary Wynne-Jones paid dearly for helping the imprisoned young Lords of Pembrook, and she remembers well the promise she made to Sebastian all those years ago: to meet him once more in the abbey ruins where they shared a bold, forbidden kiss. While Mary is betrothed now to another, a friendship forged with dark secrets cannot be ignored. Unexpected passion soon burns dangerously between them, tempting Sebastian to abandon his quest for retribution to fight for a love that could once again set him free.

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An Interview with Lorraine Heath

Questions Provided by Sebastian Easton, the Duke of Keswick

Keswick: Hmm. We’ll let’s see here. Where to begin? At the beginning, I suppose. So where did this premise for the Lost Lords of Pembrook come from? Why lock my brothers and me in a cold, dark tower?

LH: I have always been fascinated by the story of the two young princes locked in the Tower of London by their uncle Richard III and never seen again. Were they killed? Did they escape? Did they get sent away? No one knows, even though bones were found years later in a box beneath some stairs. I thought it would be fun to give you and your brothers a similar story. It would give you the opportunity to experience life very differently than you would have had you been given no challenges to overcome. You would be harsher than the typical lord. You would be bolder, mentally stronger. Confident. You defied death after all—twice.

Keswick: But I returned from war hideously scarred. Why would any woman want me?

LH: I was brought up to believe that it’s what’s inside a person that is more important. The outer shell is just that—a shell.

Keswick: But I had such a handsome shell before you had your way with it. And you know as well as I that the outer scars are nothing compared with the inner ones. They’ll only heal once Pembrook is back in my possession. You didn’t make that such an easy task.

LH: But where is the fun in the easy path? You want the readers to care about your journey, to keep turning the pages don’t you?

Keswick: I’m not as concerned about me as I am about Mary. You weren’t very nice to her, you know? Not certain I can forgive you for sending her to a nunnery.

LH: I didn’t. Her father did. And if he hadn’t, don’t you think some lord would have snatched her up by the time she was nineteen? Before you returned to England?

Keswick: Sigh. Yes. She’s so lovely. I could hardly take my eye off her the first night when I disrupted my uncle’s ball. I wanted to take her in my arms, even then, but reclaiming Pembrook had priority.

LH: Should it have?

Keswick: It’s my heritage. It belongs to me.

LH: I have to admit that I’ve always been fascinated by the nobility’s devotion to the past and to duty. I’m so enjoying watching Downton Abbey.

Keswick: What’s Downtown Abbey?

LH: Sorry. After your time. Let’s get back to you. What’s your favorite memory of Mary?

Keswick: Every memory of her is my favorite.

LH: Pick one.

Keswick: If I must, it would be when she first kissed me at the abbey ruins when we were children. So boldly. (Grins, gets a faraway look in his eyes.)

LH: Keswick?

Keswick: Hmm?

LH: The interview?

Keswick: Oh, right. I truly appreciate the opportunity to have a word. I know there are many people—writers, readers, booksellers, librarians—who believe you to be a lovely person. I, however, have a bit of a problem with that perception of you. I’m not certain you’re nice at all. You gave me an uncle who wishes me dead. You separated me from my brothers for twelve years. You sent me to war where I was maimed on the battlefield. You—

LH: Gave you a happy ending. You needed to deserve it.

Keswick: Ah, well, when you put it that way, I suppose I have no right to complain.

LH: None at all.

Keswick will be happy to answer any questions that you might have. We will give away an amazon or B&N $20 gift card to one lucky poster.

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To find out more about The Lost Lords of Pembrook, visit www.lorraineheath.com. And remember to leave a question for a chance to win. Good luck!

 

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Teaser Tuesday: Dire Warning by Stephanie Tyler

The Book

The Tease

He turned right before he got to the front door of the bar and surveyed his wolves, warning, “Try not to draw attention to yourselves.”

“Why do you look at me when you say that?” Vice asked as he reached for the door.

“Gee, can’t guess,” Jinx muttered. “Just listen to your king.”

If Vice didn’t, Rifter knew it wasn’t his fault. The man was built for vice. All of them were wrapped inside his body, ruling him. Each Dire had a different ability that could easily lead their wolves to destruction. Vice tried to keep a leash on his, and when he couldn’t, his fellow Dires did it for him.

“Just be careful—this bar’s a dive,” Vice told them. “There are some crazy-assed motherfuckers who hang out here.”

With that, he pushed open the door to the dark interior and voices rang across the bar at once, shouting, “Vice!”

“And that’s why I’m always looking at you,” Rifter said to the wolf with the spiked blond hair and silver eyes ringed with black.

The Blurb

Immortal and invincible, Rifter is the head of the last surviving pack of Dire Wolves—a band of Alpha brothers charged with protecting the Weres. But now that witches have joined forces with nefarious weretrappers, it’s a perfect storm for double trouble. When the murder of a human points to a wolf, along with the threat of the packs being outted to the world, the Dires fear that something even more dangerous is out there hiding in the dark, something waiting for the right time to show itself.

Available February 7, 2012

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