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How to Rescue a Rake by Jayne Fresina
How to Rescue a Rake Spotlight Tour
Title: How to Rescue a Rake
Author: Jayne
Fresina
Series: The Book
Club Belles Society, #3
Pubdate: January
5th, 2016
ISBN: 9781402287824
Nathaniel Sherringham has returned to Hawcombe Prior a
changed man. Gone is the reckless rake who went out on a limb to propose to
Diana Makepiece three years ago. Now Nate’s mysterious new wealth has the
town’s rumor mill spinning. To stir things up (and get Diana’s attention), Nate
boldly announces his plans to marry “any suitable girl” under the age of 25.
Diana, now 27 and still single, is acutely aware of Nate’s
return. When her mother suggests a trip to visit a cousin in Bath, Diana leaps
at the chance to escape the heartbreak and regret she can’t help but feel in
Nate’s presence…and avoid his irritating charade to find a bride.
But for Nate, Diana has always been the one. He might just
have to follow her to Bath and once again lay his heart on the line to win her
attention—and her heart.
Jayne Fresina
sprouted up in England. Entertained by her father’s colorful tales of growing
up in the countryside, and surrounded by opinionated sisters, she’s always had
inspiration for her beleaguered heroes and unstoppable heroines. She lives in
upstate New York. Learn more about the author at www.jaynefresinaromanceauthor.blogspot.com.
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How to Rescue a Rake, the third in Jayne Fresina’s Austen-inspired Book Club Belles series, comes out
this January! For all of you Jane Austen fans, this fun new release is based on
Persuasion and it’s a book you don’t
want to miss. To celebrate this latest release, the heroine is here to give our
readers a tip on how to rescue their own rake and to share an excerpt with us.
Tips for Capturing
a Rake's Attention: By Diana Makepiece (Or How to Stay Calm and Capture a Rake)
A tongue-in-cheek
guide by one old maid, who has lost her bloom, has let her last chance for
happiness pass her by and is now, at twenty-seven, half way to death (according
to the parson's wife)... and not at all bitter about it, thank you very much.
Stay chilled and
any rake worth his salt will immediately want to warm your extremities for you,
regardless of any protest you might be obliged to make for the sake of
appearances.
An Excerpt:
“I
sent you a message the morning I left, Diana,” he said. “I fired it myself
through your bedchamber window with a sling.”
“You
did what?”
He
ran a hand over his face, flattening rain-drenched spears of hair to his brow.
“I climbed that damnable oak behind your mother’s cottage. I didn’t want to
leave without giving us another chance.”
She
tried to think, but her mind wouldn’t cooperate. Don’t believe him, Diana. This is
another of his practical jokes, no doubt. Any moment now he will burst his
seams with laughter.
Diana
sniffed. “What did this supposed note say?”
He
frowned.
“And
don’t bother making something up, Captain, for I will know you’re fibbing. It
comes naturally to you and always did. But I never fell for it, did I?”
The
frown broke with exasperation and then reformed with scorn. “Oh, you know me.
It was childish nonsense. Just what you would expect. Good thing you never read
it.”
“Don’t
tell me then,” she grumbled into her handkerchief. “It hardly matters now
anyway. The years have passed, and we are both too old for climbing trees.”
“Quite,”
he snapped. “Three years is an eternity.”
For me it has been, she longed to say.
Suddenly
Nathaniel seized her hand. “We should start again, Miss Diana Makepiece, and
put the past behind us.”
“And
why, pray, would we do that?”
He
lifted her gloved fingers and pressed his lips against her knuckles.
“Captain?”
she demanded.
He
met her frown with a narrow-eyed, somewhat menacing appraisal. “Your opinion of
me might improve.”
“Well,
it could hardly get any worse.”
Nathaniel’s
hand tightened around hers and tugged her closer. “I am not all bad. We may
become friends.”
Skeptical,
Diana tried to retrieve her hand, but his grip was too strong. “I wouldn’t hope
too hard, Captain.” She admired his spirit; she envied his lively manners and
his fearlessness. But to feel more for such a capricious man would be a
mistake. “I think you should—” A dark, devious twinkle sizzled in his blue eyes
and made her draw an anxious breath. “Do not think of it!”
He
blinked, but the wicked sparkle remained. “Do not think of what?”
“That.
It is not proper!”
“I’m
afraid not. It is, however, necessary.”
“Captain
Sherringham, if you dare—”
The
words were stolen away as his mouth lowered to hers, claimed her lips. She’d
said the wrong thing, of course. In his case, saying “if you dare” was like
waving a red rag at a bull.
Diana
was almost lifted off her feet, left to hover on her toes as he took his kiss.
His tongue touched hers and stroked it gently. A raindrop that fell from his
eyelashes to her cheek was warm and soft, tickling her skin as it trickled down
the curve like a tear and finally gathered on the ridge of her jaw. Until the
tip of his tongue followed it and then licked it away.
She
was stunned speechless.
“If
you don’t believe me about the note,” he whispered, his lips warm against her
ear, “ask Jamie Bridges. It was his sling I used.”
Every
inch of his hard body was pressed against her, and in her wet clothes she had
little defense. He must feel her heartbeat. She might as well be naked. The
wicked thought flashed through her mind as if he had put it there with his
kiss.
“Ask
him,” he repeated. “Unless you’re afraid.” A flare of white teeth showed as he
smiled. Oh, that lethal charm. He would never lose it. “The world might tip
upside down if I was proven honest for once.”
Nathaniel’s
eyes shone down at her and she was caught up in their brilliance, like a fly
trapped in a spider’s web.
“I
once fell out of a tree for you,” he whispered, sounding bewildered.
“That
would explain these bouts of madness,” she reasoned.
Sinfully Ever After by Jayne Fresina
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Jayne Fresina Sinfully Ever After Spotlight Blitz
Title: Sinfully Ever After
Series: Book Club Belles Society
Author: Jayne Fresina
Pubdate: December 2, 2014
ISBN: 9781402287794
Teaching scandalous young men a lesson? This is not your typical book club
To Rebecca Sherringham, all men are open books—read quickly and forgotten. Perhaps she’s just too practical for love. The last thing she needs is another bore around—especially one that’s supposed to be dead.
Captain Lucius “Luke” Wainwright turns up a decade after disappearing without a trace. He’s on a mission to claim his birthright and he’s not going away again until he gets it. But Becky and the ladies of the village Book Club Belles Society won’t let this rogue get away with his sins. He’ll soon find that certain young ladies are accustomed to dealing with villains.
An Excerpt:
He was going to kiss her.
Her skin shivered with anticipation until she could barely sit still. There was something proprietary about his gaze, the way it claimed her as surely as an arm around the waist.
After the meal, she left the table and Lucky Luke stayed to talk with her father. Becky found the dog Ness, now with a full belly, snoring happily by the fire, his paws twitching. The scene was peaceful for once with no Mrs. Jarvis angrily crashing her pots and pans about. Snow piled up against the window, and a stronger wind had sprung up to send the flakes spinning and spattering against the glass panes, but it was warm and cozy in that kitchen, and her smile, reflected in the window, was sunny. It was pleasant to hear her father’s distant laughter and the low murmur of male voices in the house.
She took three leaves from the pot of mint on the windowsill. If he was going to kiss her, she ought to have sweeter breath. Several other leaves had also been very recently ripped from the stems, she noted. Had he also taken some to be prepared? Smiling, she chewed the mint and resumed wiping down the table.
When Luke came in, she was still cleaning up the kitchen.
“Your father has fallen asleep, Miss Sherringham. I hope I didn’t bore him too badly.”
“Oh, it’s quite normal for my father to drift off midsentence. I’ll see him up to bed shortly.”
Becky had extinguished the lamps in the kitchen, and now light came only from the fire and the soft glow of the hall sconces through the open door behind him. He cast a great, bulky shadow across the flagged floor, a black, three-legged spider. His eyes were very dark and wary again as he paused there, just inside the kitchen doorway, leaning on his cane.
“Thank you for preparing the dinner,” she said. “It would have been cold game pie if you weren’t here to share your talents.”
“Well, I had to repay your kindness somehow, Miss Sherringham.”
He was being very polite now, she noted. His tone changed back and forth, one minute casual and even too familiar, the next formal, distant, as if he couldn’t decide what he ought to be. When she’d first met him in Brighton, she’d never imagined that he even knew how to be courteous, but now, seeing him converse civilly with her father, she suspected there were hidden sides to Lucky Luke.
She looked at his scars, his watchful eyes, and then his lips.
I tell you what…you’ll owe me a kiss…One kiss. To clear your brother’s debt to me.
Becky swallowed hard, tasting the cooling mint on her tongue. She reached into a drawer of the Welsh dresser, fumbled to the very back of it, and brought out the playing card he had once given her. She placed the IOU, writing side up, on the kitchen table.
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Miss Molly Robbins Designs a Seduction by Jayne Fresina
Having been woken up at an ungodly early hour, Carver agrees to Molly's proposition even with her clause of "No Tomfoolery." As time progresses, Carver would like to add an addendum to the contact. Will Molly accept their new agreement?
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