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wins SEVEN NIGHTS IN A ROGUE’S BED by Anna Campbell

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wins a digital copy of TO DARE THE DUKE OF DANGERFIELD by Bronwen Evans



wins a $20 Amazon or B&N gift card from Lorraine Heath



wins a digital copy of STARVED FOR LOVE by Annie Nicholas


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Beautiful Diantha Lucas understands society’s rules: a young lady must find a man to marry. But Diantha has a bigger goal and she’s not afraid of plunging into adventure to achieve it. When daring, dashing Wyn Yale rescues her, she’s certain he’s just the man she needs.

As an agent for the secret Falcon Club, Wyn knows his duty, but he’s not about to admit he’s a hero of any sort. He has a plan too: steal a prized horse, murder an evil duke, avenge an innocent girl, and probably get hung for it—in that order. Wyn can’t afford to be distracted by a pretty face, even one with delectable dimples and kissable lips. But how can a country miss and hardened spy solve their problems when they can’t keep their hands off each other?




Have you ever taken a road trip that turned into an adventure?


For most of my young life I never really officially road-tripped. Sure, I’d taken plenty of vacations by car with my family growing up (and sang “If Ever I Could Leave You” from the musical Camelot in the backseat with my sister until the rest of our family threatened to leave us at a rest stop). But I’d never set out on one of those crazy, cross-country journeys with friends that seem so common in the movies — those sorts of trips where there’s no schedule so on the way anything can happen.


Then, one summer while I was a poor graduate student, I did it. My boyfriend landed a fabulous house-sitting job in New Mexico ranch land: keep the house free of burglars and coyotes, enjoy the peace and quiet, and earn cash at the end of the month.


We sketched out a rough route from Michigan and after packing two small bags and his guitar into the back of his pickup truck we were off!


I remember many wonderful things about that road trip: reading a novel out loud to him while he drove, stopping at a pretty southern college to visit an old friend, having brunch at a roadside diner that served the best pancakes in the world, and listening to the same 10,000 Maniacs CD over and over again and belting “These aaaaare the days!” out the open window as we zoomed through fields of cattle and oil rigs. But the moment of that road trip that I recall the best—the moment that will forever be emblazoned on my memory as both pure joy and utter horror—took all of twenty seconds to happen.


We were driving through Texas and the highway was a long, long straight shot through green fields bordered with white picket fences. The truck had no air conditioning, but I was young and in love so I didn’t care; I tied up my hair in a ponytail, snapped on the sunglasses, and felt the wind whipping around me. Heaven! My boyfriend wore a bandana to keep his hair out of his eyes while we drove.


I was happily singing to the stereo as we sped along at 80 miles per hour when he asked me to hold the wheel so he could retie his bandana. So I did. I held the wheel. But he was tan, with a little whisker scruff from skipping a day of shaving, and really, really handsome, and I was having the road trip adventure of my life.


Let’s just say I got a little distracted watching him retie the bandana.


The next things happened in an instant: my boyfriend turned to me with a look of abject, horrified disbelief on his face, I snapped my gaze back to the road, the 18-wheeler coming directly at us blew its horn louder than the four horns of the Apocalypse combined, I jerked the steering wheel over, and we leapt back into our lane with about three inches to spare.


It was, shall we say, a close call. But adventures are like that, throwing us into the unknown, making the most careful folks wild and the craziest folks thoughtful, and generally taking us away from the norm and shaking us up. I think a really great road trip leaves you a little different than you were before, different in a good, more daring, more authentically you way, a difference that sticks with you long after the journey is over and you’re home again.


In my new book, HOW A LADY WEDS A ROGUE, when secret agent Wyn Yale and country miss Diantha Lucas unexpectedly encounter each other on the road, neither have any idea of the adventure they’re in for. She’s on a quest to find her estranged mother and she needs a hero’s assistance. He’s on a mission to murder a duke and he can’t be distracted. But journeys never quite go the way we expect them. And when passion and love come along for the ride, even the most carefully planned road trip becomes an adventure.


Oh, by the way, we made it to the ranch without further life-endangering incidents. The trip home, though, was another story altogether. You see, in New Mexico I’d convinced a man to trade me a pair of sublimely cute red cowboy boots for our promise to transport his six-foot tall pink neon cactus to Wisconsin without breaking it. . . But that’s a road trip tale for another day. J


Have you ever taken a road trip that turned into an adventure? One randomly drawn commenter will win an autographed copy of Book #1 in my Falcon Club series, WHEN A SCOT LOVES A LADY.


Katharine Ashe is the award-winning author of six novels set in the Regency era and one novella, all published by Avon Romance. To learn more about HOW A LADY WEDS A ROGUE, #3 in her Falcon Club series, please visit her at http://www.KatharineAshe.com 

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No not the investment company, but the loyalty and commitment two people show each other when in love.

I hit a stumbling block last year when a fun loving succubus snuck under my radar and took over my life. For three weeks I wrote like a mad woman and completed the first draft of Starved for Love. (The insanity of being a writer. LOL) Fidelity was the wall I hit when I met Pia and wanted to write her love story, because even though the book is erotic, it is also very much about love.

There are lots of lines that can be crossed when considering fidelity. Each couple has their own set of rules but most would consider sleeping with another partner cheating.


The big taboo of the romance genre.

What had I gotten myself into?  Succubus and fidelity are two opposite sides of the spectrum. Combining the two just seemed—boring.

So, I bent the rules because Pia wanted romance. She needed to be swept off her feet and head over heels in love. Fidelity gives a relationship a foundation, but for some races that foundation has to be more flexible. A succubus, in my world, can only feed from other races, not her own, and she can’t feed from only one person. That would equate to us living off of a diet of apples only. Not healthy. It’s physically impossible for her to be loyal to one man. She’d tried it and almost died.

The only male who can understand that problem is one of her own kind but her race considers love a weakness. Something to use to lure their meals to bed, not to be experienced.

When all her hope is lost she meets Val, an incubus, who is curious about Pia’s obsession with love. Though he understands her need to sleep with other men, he’s possessive of her time and affections. Fidelity still exists even for her race in other ways.



After almost dying of starvation to remain faithful to a mortal lover, succubus Pia Blyton now shields her heart by feeding solely on men she won’t fall for. The only trick is, to create energy to survive, she must achieve orgasm. At least that rules out bad sex with her three lovers. Too bad she’s a sucker for falling in love.

When her demon lover doesn’t arrive for their arranged rendezvous, Pia is forced to ask her vampire lover to step in before her energy becomes dangerously low. In return he demands a favor and Pia finds herself in the hotel suite of the mysterious Valerio Hunan, who seduces her with a devastating kiss. Too late Pia learns he’s an incubus who wants to lure her into marriage—a marriage without love.

As an incubus used to bedding a variety of succubi, Val doesn’t understand Pia’s yearning for love. He needs a succubus wife to provide him with a steady source of energy. But he wants Pia for the passion and renewed interest in life she makes him feel. Can Pia convince Val that sex isn’t just for survival and love is for more than the weak?


Beeping my car unlocked, I went to the driver’s side.

“I don’t see why Hoel can’t drive us in my car.” Val folded himself into my VW Bug.

“Because Cooper likes his privacy and my taking you will be bad enough. Why do you need to meet my suitors?” I jammed my key in the ignition and started the vehicle, then kicked it into drive.

“Making sure you feed properly will fall on my shoulders. I want to meet the…flavors you prefer.”

He sat with his back to the door, his knee bent on the seat so he could face me. “Do you love him?”

I snorted, then glanced at him. His eyebrows were furrowed as he frowned at me. “You’re serious? Of course not.”

“But you care about him.”

“He’s food.”

“I’ve seen how you react to chocolate. Is he chocolate?”

More like macaroni and cheese but from Val’s expression I didn’t think that was the answer he wanted. “What are you expecting? If you want me to promise they mean nothing to me then I’m the wrong succubus to court. I don’t like sex with strangers. It hurts me on all sorts of levels.”

“So you do love him.”

“No!” I shook my head since he didn’t seem to understand the first time I answered this question. “I choose suitors who I won’t fall in love with, but I like them. As friends.” I rubbed my forehead. “This is complicated.” Of all the days that Val decided to tag along, I was going to see the suitor he’d disapprove of the most. Cooper was territorial and caring.

“It’s only as complicated as you make it.” He still frowned at me and seemed unhappier.

I wanted Val to see beyond our culture’s emotional boundaries. If I could open him to the possibilities of love, we might both get what we desired from this courtship. First, he had to trust me and I needed to earn that trust. “I was just going over to tell Cooper we had a change in schedule.” I poked him in the stomach. “Some incubus is mixing me all up.”

His scowl grew deeper.

Kindle:  http://www.amazon.com/Starved-For-Love-ebook/dp/B008JHRMQ6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1345079521&sr=8-1&keywords=annie+nicholas+starved+for+love


Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/starved-for-love-annie-nicholas/1112124094?ean=9781426894381&itm=1&usri=annie+nicholas+starved+for+love

Annie Nicholas



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Once upon a time, he was Lord Tristan Easton—now he is Crimson Jack, a notorious privateer beholden to none, whose only mistress is the sea. But all that will change when exquisite Lady Anne Hayworth hires his protection on a trip into danger and seduction. . .

Desperation brought Anne to the bronzed, blue-eyed buccaneer. But after the Captain demands a kiss as his payment, desire will keep her at his side. She has never known temptation like this—but to protect her heart, she knows she must leave him behind. Yet Tristan cannot easily forget the beauty—and when they meet again in a London ballroom, he vows he won’t lose her a second time, as fiery passion reignited takes them into uncharted waters that could lead the second lost lord home. . .



I fell in love with men who sailed the seas many moons ago when I read Johanna Lindsey’s Gentle Rogue. Writing as Jade Parker, a few years ago, I wrote a young adult novel about a pirate, James Sterling, and the girl who was out to capture him for stealing a kiss. To Catch a Pirate was fun. I enjoyed writing about the swashbuckling hero.

So it should come as little surprise that when I split up my Pembrook lords, I sent one to sea. The 1840’s and ‘50’s were no longer the heyday of pirates, but there were still dangers aplenty and that was the world in which Lord Tristan Easton, otherwise known as Crimson Jack, grew into manhood. He has seen so much of the world, experienced things that few among the nobility do. He’s seen the worst of men and the best. He has his own ship, his own crew, and he’s far more comfortable on sailing the ocean blue than dancing in a ballroom.

Then Lady Anne Hayworth approaches him. She wants to pay for passage on his ship, a private journey to Scutari, so she can say good-bye to her fiancé who died there. Tristan agrees, but he doesn’t want money; he wants a kiss, a long, slow, leisurely kiss aboard his ship, the moment of his choosing.

Placing two characters within close proximity of each other allows them to get to know each other very quickly, and the sexual tension between these characters began the moment they met. But in close quarters—

It was cool on deck, with the wind whipping around them. She hadn’t considered that, hadn’t thought to grab her pelisse before they left the cabin. She was considering returning for it, when he shrugged out of his jacket and placed it on her shoulders. The warmth from his body was lovely as it enveloped her. She drew the jacket closed as they stared out at the inky blackness of the sea.

He stood near enough to provide a partial buffer from the breeze. She would only have to move a hair’s breadth to be nestled up against him. Perhaps she’d had too much wine, because she felt slightly off-balance and was half tempted to lean into him, to let him hold her up.

Instead she gazed up at the twinkling velvety sky. A star arced across it, quickly followed by another. She released a small laugh. “I’m not certain I’ve ever seen stars so clearly before.”

“Because there’s nothing between us and them. No dirty air, no gaslights, no fog.”

“Do you think it fell into the ocean?”

“I’m certain of it. That’s where starfish come from, you know.”

She peered over at him. “That’s a fanciful thought. You don’t strike me as a man who would have them.”

His white smile flashed. “I’ve seen mermaids.”


He tilted his head slightly. “They looked like mermaids. But when they came out of the water they did have two legs instead of a tail.”

“I can’t imagine all the things you’ve seen.”

“None compare to you.”

She laughed. “You are impossible with your flirtation.”

“Why do you not believe me?”

The seriousness of his tone informed her that he was baffled by her reaction, was truly curious regarding her reasoning. “I own a mirror, Captain. Several in fact. My features are not particularly appealing.”

“Did your fiancé never—”

“He told me I was pretty; pretty is not beautiful. I don’t wish to talk of him.” Not tonight. Not when she’d enjoyed dinner with a charming man, when that same man brought her senses to life as they’d not been in a good long while.

A deep mournful moan echoed in the distance.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“A whale.”

“That’s a rather lonely sound, isn’t it?”

“He’s probably searching for his mate.”

She found herself looking at him once again, studying him. “Do you ever get lonely out here?”

He didn’t answer right away, but his gaze was focused on her as though he were striving to determine how much to reveal, how much to trust her. “Sometimes,” he finally said quietly. “But I’m not lonely now.”

She wasn’t certain when, but he had moved closer and the motion of the ship caused them to brush up against one another from time to time. His stance was steadier than hers, but she no longer fought the rolling toward him. They didn’t have much more moon tonight than the night before, but with no fog, the stars stretched into eternity. His face seemed to be lost in fewer shadows, although perhaps it was only that she now knew every mountain and valley that comprised his strong, noble features.

How simple it would be to just lift up on her toes and press her mouth to his. Give him the kiss he demanded. She had no doubt that it would be as slow and leisurely as he’d promised. But she also thought it would be incredibly warm and very, very intoxicating.

She heard another whale, the lowing slightly different from the first. Was it the whale’s mate? Or just another desolate creature? Until this moment, she hadn’t realized how terribly lonely she was, how she longed for this emptiness inside her to be filled.

She had no doubt that the man standing near could fill her to overflowing, but then he would leave and she would once again be empty. Was it better to have the fullness for a little while than to never experience it at all? Was it worth the pain that would surely follow?

She realized that her fingers were clutching his waistcoat and she wondered when she’d released her hold on his jacket and grabbed him instead. They were facing each other, and that, too, she didn’t remember making a conscious decision to accomplish. But here they were, so close again that their breaths were mingling, his warming her cheek. “Are you going to kiss me now?”



“Anticipation will serve only to make the moment that much more unforgettable.”

“It might also serve to disappoint, to build up expectations that cannot be met.”

“I think that highly unlikely.”

“You do realize that you’re tormenting me.”

He flashed a grin. “Not nearly enough. Not yet. One kiss is all I shall have, Princess. When I claim it, I want you yearning for it so desperately that you hold nothing back.”

“I won’t hold anything back now.”

He lowered his head. She closed her eyes, felt his lips skimming along her cheek.

“Not yet,” he said in a low voice near her ear, sending shivers of pleasure gliding through her.

Inhaling deeply, she opened her eyes. “You’re a cruel man, Captain.”

To her surprise, chuckling low, he turned her to face the sea, stepped behind her, and wound his arms around her. “So I’ve been told.”

She didn’t know why at that moment, protected by the curve of his solid body, she was happier than she’d been in a good long while.


Tristan is quite the charmer, and I hope readers will enjoy him as much as I do. Now a question: What is your favorite sea-faring adventure novel? I will email a $20 amazon or B&N gift card, winner’s choice,to one lucky poster today.


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Will a week of seduction…

Desperate to save her sister’s life, Sidonie Forsythe has agreed to submit herself to a terrible fate: Beyond the foreboding walls of Castle Craven, a notorious, hideously scarred scoundrel will take her virtue over the course of seven sinful nights. Yet instead of a monster, she encounters a man like no other. And during this week, she comes to care for Jonas Merrick in ways that defy all logic-even as a dark secret she carries threatens them both.
…Spark a lifetime of passionate surrender?
Ruthless loner Jonas knows exactly who he is. Should he forget, even for a moment, the curse he bears, a mere glance in the mirror serves as an agonizing reminder. So when the lovely Sidonie turns up on his doorstep, her seduction is an even more delicious prospect than he originally planned. But the hardened outcast is soon moved by her innocent beauty, sharp wit, and surprising courage. Now as dangerous enemies gather at the gate to destroy them, can their new, fragile love survive?


Hi Mad! Thanks so much for having me as your guest today on Romance Reader @ Heart. I love visiting your site to talk about a new book – although it’s been a while since I’ve had something new out! Which makes it doubly exciting for me to talk about SEVEN NIGHTS IN A ROGUE’S BED, the first in the “Sons of Sin” series, which comes out today!

I was thinking the other day – I know, it’s dangerous, I’ll hurt myself. But it strikes me as odd that while romance readers are in general an extremely nice bunch of people, you know, kind to animals, would help old ladies across the road, eager to assist a lost child to find its parents, there’s one area where we positively wallow in someone else’s suffering.

Yup, the tormented hero!

We all seem to love the guy who’s had a really rotten time of it and has reacted by withdrawing into grumpy isolation or by hiding his wounded soul under an appearance of nonchalance or harshness. We adore the rake with the broken heart or the recluse with the awful past or the arrogant stick-in-the-mud who uses outward control to hide his inner demons from the world.

Think about the classics. The Scarlet Pimpernel, masking what he thinks is a hopeless love for his beautiful wife under foppishness and wit. Sigh. Mr. Rochester who really goes through the wringer both before and after he meets Jane Eyre. Heathcliff? He’s scarred to the point of being a psychopath, but somehow he still manages to gather fans. Even if he doesn’t get the girl! Mind you, Cathy’s a cow. He’s better off without her. But he just wouldn’t listen to me!

For some reason, my books seem to make a bit of a fetish of the scarred hero, the guy life has done wrong. In fact, quite a few of them are literally scarred. Kylemore. Matthew. Gideon. Poor Tarquin bears scars by the time he finishes winning Diana and doing down the villainous Burnley.

Adding to that long roll of cicatriced honor, I introduce my latest scarred hero, Jonas Merrick. Frankly he’s pretty messed up outside and in at the start of the book. He’s been disowned as a bastard, he’s made lots of money through ruthless dealings, his face is a mess, and he lives to revenge himself on his cousin William (who is a genuine baddie, no spark of redemption there). Not only that, he’s sarcastic and cranky and a bit of a recluse. There’s a glimmer of goodness in him that becomes a blaze by the time he’s finished falling in love with his heroine Sidonie. However it takes most of the book for him to get to that point!

So are you a fan of the tormented hero? Why do you think readers love to see our male characters suffer so appallingly before they get their happy ending? Do you have a favorite tormented hero?  I’ve got a signed copy of SEVEN NIGHTS IN A ROGUE’S BED for a commenter today so good luck.


For more information, including an excerpt, visit www.annacampbell.info. And don’t forget to comment here for a chance to win. Good luck!

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The Book

The Tease



For millennia, the struggle between light and dark, between the upper and lower realms, has been policed by a secret group of warriors culled from every fabric of existence. They are both otherworld and human, male and female. They are light and dark themselves and known to each other as the League of Guardians. Their pledge: to protect the line between dominions and make sure neither side grows too powerful. If they fall, so shall the earth, the heavens, and Hell. And there will be no more.



Water dripped somewhere behind Logan Winters. It was a steady fall, onehe’d heard for days, it seemed, and yet he knew it could only have been a few hours.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

It would eventually drive him crazy, he knew this, but for the moment his sanity was intact. For the moment, he was still alive. Besides, he’d rather concentrate on the wet, monotonous sound that echoed against cold stone than the pain that ripped across every inch of his body.

Because it was a pain he was all too familiar with and he sure as hell knew what was coming next.

Another wave of hurt rolled over him, but Logan managed to hide a groan, aware he was no longer alone. Aware that she was back, and as a new scent drifted over to him, he realized she wasn’t alone. Something dark, putrid, and malevolent had joined her. One of her pets, no doubt.

He tensed and prepared himself for what was to come. He knew it would be awful. He knew it would be brutal and without mercy. Such was the way of it down here in District Three. In Hell.

Logan’s arms—spread wide and held up by chains of fire—ached, the muscles stiff and useless. His left eye was swollen shut, his cheekbone smashed, the fingers on his right hand broken. His bottom lip oozed blood, but it was only one of many abrasions that marred his face, chest, and torso.

And they’d barely gotten started.

He saw her then. Her pale, white feet, toes painted blood red—and then slowly as he raised his head—her rounded hips, tapered waist, and breasts that swelled generously, their puckered tips a dusty rose. She wore a sheer bit of cloth that did nothing to hide her nakedness. Her skin was creamy, her mouth plump, the candy-red lips slightly parted. Not one blemish marred her flesh, and her long hair hung in golden ropes over her shoulders, streaming down like shining wisps of the silkiest threads.


His chest burned with hatred and his heart was tight with pain as he gazed into eyes that seemed to look right through him. He clenched his teeth, ignored the pain, and let his beast show through. He vowed, if nothing else, that he would survive this.

He had to, or all was lost.


The Blurb

Logan and Kira’s epic love story, first seen in Wrong Side of Hell, continues…

All Logan Winters wants is to be left alone with the woman he loves. But fate isn’t on his side and the demon Lilith isn’t to be trifled with. She wants to know the secrets he will never give up and he’ll do anything to make sure they stay hidden. On the run, with a secret of her own to keep and protect, Kira Dove must do whatever it takes to survive. But Kira and Logan soon discover that the path to salvation is littered with treachery, and they’ll each have to journey to hell and back to make sure their love survives the oncoming storm…


Available October 30, 2012


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Part 2 of Vince August’s interview with Artist Jon Paul went up today. 🙂

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New Orleans native Jeremiah Rousseau has spent his life studying the paranormal. When more information about the obscure bruixi witches shows up at the same time his publisher insists he take a vacation, he takes it as a sign and heads for a small Scottish island where local legend tells of a witch that matches the bruixi description. Once there, he finds more than he bargained for with his immediate attraction to Isla Macallan.

All Isla wants is acceptance. After her mother tried to kill her when the signa on her neck showed up when she was 8 years old, she was placed in an orphanage. When she moved to the island of Arran, she thought she’d found that acceptance until a neighbor saw that same signa and suspicion and paranoia turned her into a pariah in her new home. Ten years later, she’s still there, silent owner of an outdoors excursions business and holding tight to the small family she has created for herself with her few friends. Sure, strange things happen around her, like a wolf following her when wolves have been extinct in Scotland for years, but she’s content and doesn’t want anything to shake her little world.

Isla and Jeremiah’s first meeting is steamy but Isla has no intention of hooking up with a tourist. Too bad fate has a different plan. Jeremiah’s entrance in her life was the trigger her powers needed to come online. With the help of the wolf, who is really her guide and protector that poofs into a naked young man on occasion, Isla and Jeremiah must learn how to harness her power as a bruixi witch and it must be done by Samhain, when the veil between worlds is thin enough to allow a demon through that will destroy humankind.

Fire On The Island has a different take on witches than other paranormal romances I’ve read and the world building gives it almost a fantasy feel. Isla is easy to relate to with believable reactions to the crazy her life has become. Her inner strength is put to the test and really shines, which had me pulling for her from the beginning. The secondary characters are really fleshed out and had me invested in the battle they all agreed to fight.  And Jeremiah is just smokin hot. My love of the geeky hero is well-known and he is a history and science geek. A geek that kicks ass. He owned me 😀 Unfortunately, my only complaint about this book is Jeremiah. We talk about TSTL (too stupid to live) heroines a lot in romance but in this book, our hero has a big TSTL moment toward the end. I don’t want to give spoilers but what he did didn’t make any sense and was so different than everything I’d already learned about him that I felt like I was reading about a totally different character for that chapter and it was like I had reading whiplash. I still don’t understand it.

Unique, with lots of action, a strong heroine, and a sexy hero, Fire On the Island is a recommended read. I will be picking up book 2 when it comes out in May. Hogan has created a world that I want to revisit frequently and I have high hopes for this series!

4.5 stars

Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: August 2nd, 2012
Format: Print and digital

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I remember as a young girl, playing truth or dare. It was the start of my fascination with dares, wagers and challenges of all kinds. My twin sister and I used to dare each other to grand and grander heights of naughtiness. Daring each other to climb tall trees (no broken arms thank goodness). Daring my sister to run across the paddock (I grew up on a farm) with the huge Angus Cross bulls in. Challenging her to open up the bee hive (don’t ask how that ended; let’s say it’s just as well we are both not allergic to bee stings.) We nearly drove our mum insane!

I write Regency historical romance, always with handsome and dashing rakes, and strong, ahead of their time, heroines to match. So, when I was thinking up a topic for my novella trilogy I just knew, if I threw in a wager or too, it could be a lot of fun.

And my Wicked Wagers trilogy was born. Book one, To Dare the Duke of Dangerfield hit #3 on the Amazon Best Seller Books Regency. Here’s the blurb:

To Dare the Duke of Dangerfield
Let the Wicked Wagers Begin…

Lady Caitlin Southall’s temper has finally got the better of her. She’s challenged Harlow Telford, the Duke of Dangerfield, the most notorious rake in England, to a wager. She wants her house back. The one her destitute father lost to Dangerfield in a card game. But if she doesn’t win their bet, she not only loses her home, she loses her dignity and pride and damn it all, maybe her heart… For the handsome Duke has decreed, when he wins, she must spend the night in his bed.

Harlow Telford is amused by his hellion neighbor, Caitlin, or Cate to her friends, who seem to encompass everyone on earth except him. When she bursts into one of his private gatherings, he mistakes her for the entertainment. Her slap across his face sets him straight and raises the absurd desire to seduce the unconventional beauty into his bed. When she issues her daft challenge to win back her father’s pile of rubble, the terms are set.  And he’ll do anything to win—except fall in love…

It’s interesting how stories evolve. For To Dare the Duke of Dangerfield, my girlfriend and I were discussing the cute guy that moved into the house next door to her. We both giggled and sighed about how having the hunk living nearby made coming and going an exciting event (sad at our age!). I thought about what that must have been like in Regency times. Who could have been your next door neighbor and what relationship might grow from that?


I loved the idea of a young girl growing up in the shadow of a handsome and renown rake. What emotions would living next door to temptation evoke? I could feel her attraction and yet her Society indoctrinated need to maintain a respectable distance. What would happen if she was put in a position where she could no longer ignore him?


Lady Caitlin Southall, my heroine, lives next door to Harlow Telford, the Duke of Dangerfield. Danger being the operative word. His rakish ways are notorious. When her father loses her house to Harlow in a game of cards, she’s forced to take action. She demands the chance to win her house back, but when she learns his terms, she’s both exhilarated and afraid. And not quite determined win.


Of course, it’s a romance so they will both eventually win, but the three dares take some pretty serious and sensual turns. The best of three. Who do you think wins?


What makes the hero and heroine in TO DARE THE DUKE OF DANGERFIELD so perfect for one another?


They are both looking for each other and don’t know it.


Caitlin is fixated on a house because she’s had no love in her life. She is an only child, and her mother died when she was young and her father ignores her. A house can’t love you back. She needs Harlow to make her realize a house is not flesh and blood. It can’t make your pulse race, or your body heat with desire, and your heart ache with longing for the touch of another person.


Harlow knows too much about love-or what he thinks is love. Every woman he meets wants to bed and wed him. His title and money the draw card. What he longs for is a woman who sees passed the outer package to the man underneath. A woman who could love him regardless of who he is, or what he can financially provide. Caitlin’s reluctance to fall into his bed gives him a spark of hope. Perhaps there is a woman who could love only him…


I’ll be releasing all three novellas in one book in December 2012 or you can buy them in eBook format now.


Tell me the last dare or wager you partook of? What was the outcome? One lucky reader will win an eBook copy of To Dare the Duke of Dangerfield. Open internationally.

About Bron:

New Zealander Bronwen Evans grew up loving books. She’s always indulged her love for story-telling, and is constantly gobbling up movies, books and theatre. Her head is filled with characters and stories, particularly lovers in angst. Is it any wonder she’s a proud romance writer?

She writes both historical and contemporary sexy romances for the modern woman who likes intelligent, spirited heroines, and compassionate alpha heroes. Her debut Regency romance, Invitation to Ruin won the RomCon 2012 Readers Crown Best Historical and was an RT Reviewers’ Choice Nominee Best First Historical 2011. To Dare the Duke of Dangerfield is a FINALIST in the Kindle Book Review Indie Romance Book of the Year 2012. Look out for her first Entangled Publishing Indulgence release in Fall 2012, The Italian Conte’s Reluctant Bride.

Bronwen loves hearing from avid romance readers at romance@bronwenevans.com
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Found this video in my inbox today. The Art of Romance, Part 1, with Jon Paul. A behind the scenes look on how Jon Paul works. 🙂 I love his work, the covers are so gorgeous.

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