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Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Guest Post with Author Lorraine Heath and Giveaway

Lorraine Heath always dreamed of being a writer. After graduating from the University of Texas, she wrote training manuals and computer code, but something was always missing. After reading a romance novel, she not only became hooked on the genre, but quickly realized what her writing lacked: rebels, scoundrels, and rogues. She’s been writing about them ever since. Her work has been recognized with numerous industry awards, including RWA’s RITA® and a Romantic Times Career Achievement Award. Her novels have appeared on the USA Today and New York Times best-seller lists.

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The Magic in a Smile

It is such a treat to be here today at Ramblings from This Chick. I met Dani a few years ago when I attended the Coastal Magic Conference in St. Augustine, Florida. She is such a delight. Our paths have crossed since and she always has such an addictive smile wreathing her face, the sort of smile that is guaranteed to have me smiling back. Even when I’m tired or rushing off to the next conference event, it’s always nice to have a moment to just stop, visit with Dani, and absorb her joy.

Many of the characters in romance novels give us that same sense of joy, cause us to smile, and make us glad that we spent some time visiting with them—whether we are reading them or writing them. For me, Minerva Dodger was one such character.

In spite of the fact that she is hounded by fortune hunters and has never had a man shower her with true affection, she isn’t cynical about love or men. While she adores the opposite sex, she isn’t above questioning their motives when they do give her attention. She is incredibly practical and clever. Whether she is trying to soften the blow when admitting that she won’t accept a gentleman’s suit or striving to outfox the Duke of Ashebury so he doesn’t realize she was the masked woman with whom he spent considerable time at the notorious Nightingale Club, she makes me smile.

And she makes Ashe laugh. I truly believe that laughter is important in any relationship, but especially in a romantic relationship. In most of my stories, the heroes tend to become most aware of their feelings for the heroine when she makes him laugh. Ashe enjoys being with Minerva in a way that he’s never enjoyed being with another woman. She challenges him, fascinates him, and helps him to put his past behind him.

I hope you’ll enjoy spending time with Minerva and Ashe.

Who is a character or couple that you turn to whenever you need a smile?

In the first in a dazzling new series, New York Times bestselling author Lorraine Heath introduces the Hellions of Havisham-three charismatic rogues destined to lose their hearts…

After six unsuccessful Seasons, Miss Minerva Dodger chooses spinsterhood over fortune-hungry suitors. But thanks to the Nightingale Club, she can at least enjoy one night of pleasure. At that notorious establishment, ladies don masks before choosing a lover. The sinfully handsome Duke of Ashebury is more than willing to satisfy the secretive lady’s desires-and draws Minerva into an exquisite, increasingly intimate affair.

A man of remarkable talents, Ashe soon deduces that his bedmate is the unconventional Miss Dodger. Intrigued by her wit and daring, he sets out to woo her in earnest. Yet Minerva refuses to trust him. How to court a woman he has already thoroughly seduced? And how to prove that the passion unleashed in darkness is only the beginning of a lifetime’s pleasure…?

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The Duke of Ashebury was on the hunt for a pair of long, shapely legs. Standing casually with a shoulder pressed to a wall in the front parlor of the Nightingale Club, he observed with a jaundiced eye those who entered. The ladies wore flowing silk that caressed their skin as a lover might before the night was done. The shimmering fabric seductively outlined the body, hinted at dips and swells. Arms were bared. Necklines were low, the silk gathering just below a tasteful showing of cleavage designed to entice. People murmured and sipped their champagne, while exchanging heavy-lidded gazes and come-hither smiles.

The flirtation that occurred within these walls was very different from that found in a ballroom. No one here was searching for a dance partner. Rather, they wanted a bedding partner. He appreciated the honesty on display, which was the reason that he often stopped by when he was in London. No pretense, no ruses, no duplicity.

He had already claimed a bedchamber, the key nestled in his jacket pocket, as he wanted no one to disturb what he had so painstakingly set up. His needs were unique, and he knew that within these walls, they would be kept secret. People did not discuss what occurred at the Nightingale Club. For most of London, its existence was something spoken about in longing whispers by those who knew it only as myth. But for those familiar with it, it served as a sanctuary, liberator, confidant. It was whatever one needed it to be.

For him, it was salvation, bringing him back from the brink of darkness. Twenty years had gone by since his parents’ deaths, yet still he dreamed of mangled and charred remains. Still, he heard his mother’s terrorized screams and his father’s fruitless cries. Still, his behavior when he’d last seen them taunted him. Had he known that he’d never look upon them again—

With resolve, he shook off the haunting musings that sent a chill down his spine. Here, he could forget, at least for a few hours. Here, the regrets didn’t gnaw unmercifully at him. Here, he could become lost striving for perfection, for the ultimate in pleasure.

He had merely to determine which lady would best suit his purposes, which would be willing to concede to his unusual request without protest. It bothered him not at all that the ladies wore domino masks. He cared little for their faces, understood their need for anonymity. Their concealment worked to his advantage as he’d discovered that ladies were more comfortable with his request when they were assured it would remain their secret—and his not knowing their identity made them bolder than they might have been otherwise. They liked being a little naughty as long as they weren’t caught. He couldn’t catch them if he didn’t know who they were.

Still, he had one cardinal rule he always observed: never the same lady twice.

The ladies brought their own masks, seldom changed them, as the fa├žade became their calling cards, as effective at identifying them as the ones handed over to butlers in the early afternoon when they were making proper visits. The woman in the black mask decorated with peacock feathers had a scar just above her left knee from a tumble she’d taken from a pony as a child. The blue mask, black feathers had two delightful dimples in the small of her back. The green mask outlined in yellow lace possessed bony hips that had proven a challenge, but he’d been pleased with the results when their time together was finished. But then he’d always embraced the challenge of discovering the perfection in imperfection.

The three glasses of scotch that he’d enjoyed were thrumming through his veins. The din of intimacy was calming. The muscles that had been so tense earlier were relaxed. He was in his element here, or he would be in short order. As soon as he found that for which he was searching. He wouldn’t settle for less than what he wanted; he never did. If one sure thing could be said about the Duke of Ashebury, it was that he knew his own mind. That he was stubborn when it came to acquiring what he needed—or wanted. Tonight’s endeavors straddled the line of both what he needed and what he wanted. All needs would be met before dawn. Then, perhaps, he could be glad to be back in London.

Lifting his glass for another sip, he watched a woman wearing draping white silk and a white mask with short white feathers walk hesitantly into the room as though she expected the floor to drop out from beneath her at any moment. She wasn’t particularly tall, but based on the way the silk moved over her flesh with each graceful step, it was obvious that she possessed long, slender legs. He wondered if she was meeting someone, already had an arranged assignation. Some ladies did—it was one of the reasons that the men didn’t wear masks. So they were easily identifiable if their paramours wanted to meet them here. Another reason was that men simply didn’t bloody well care if anyone knew that they were in the mood for a good tupping. Even the married ones were brazen with their presence.

The woman in white appeared to have dark hair, gathered up in an elaborate style that no doubt required an abundance of pins. He couldn’t be absolutely certain of the exact shade because the lighting in the room—only flickering candles—enhanced the mood of secrecy as well as creating an ambiance for intimacy while providing a gossamer disguise for some distinguishing characteristics that were easily identifiable by color: hair, eyes, even the fairness of skin. Perhaps she moved slowly because her eyes were adjusting to the dimness. Gentlemen not yet spoken for did not swarm to her side. But then that was the rule here. Seduction happened slowly. Ladies needed to hint at an interest.

But then, if this was her first time, she might not be aware of the subtle rules. He was fairly certain he’d never seen her before. A connoisseur of the body, he would have remembered the elegance of her movements, the way the cloth glided over her skin, outlining her form. Slender legs, but meat where it counted. No bony hips there.

With one long swallow, he finished off his scotch, relishing the realization that the hunt was over. He’d thought he wanted a tall woman. He’d been mistaken.

He wanted her.

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  1. What a fun blog! I do love a woman who gives it as good as she gets it! And I love your description of Dani! She does seem like a truly nice person. :)

  2. I LOVE Lorraine Heath! Characters I turn to - the Tenacious Trents & the Cynster's are always good reads. Of course ANY of the St. James' characters are GREAT! My favorite (actually have 2) is When the Duke was Wicked - I related to Grace a lot. And 2nd favorite - The Duke & the Lady in Red. Cannot wait to read this new book!

  3. I agree a smile and laughter are very important in any relationship. Loved the excerpt - this sounds like my kind of historical romance!

  4. Lord Ian Mackenzie and his wife Beth from The Madness of Lord ian Mackenzie.

  5. I don't have any one couple that I turn to. I have so many favorites. Thanks for the giveaway chance!

  6. Anytime I need a smile I reread one of Shelly Laurenston's Pride series or dragon books - her characters are hilarious.

  7. Thank you for posting here today! I love Lorraine's books--such wonderfully drawn and diverse characters that I feel like I am right there in the story (kinda embarrassing, but I really dive into a story!).
    As for a particular character or couple, I really don't have one. I just really get into the characters I am currently reading.

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  9. Oh there's so many different couples but at the moment Downton Abbeys Mrs. Hughes and Mr. Carson Major Crimes Raydor and Flynn, or BSG's Adama and Roslin are three of my current favs and as for favorite characters would currently be any of the badass ladies Kristen Ashley has written about since I'm trying to read all her books right now.

  10. My favorite character couple is Rhett Butler and Scarlett O'Hara

  11. My favorite character couple is Rhett Butler and Scarlett O'Hara