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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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