Thursday, 28 February 2019

Cover Reveal *** Murder At Oakschott Hall by Jim Austen***



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Length: 50,000 words approx.

Blurb

They have eyes for each other. But someone is eyeing them for murder. An erotic gay romance mystery.

In the Junior students’ dormitory at Oakschott Hall, a heavy gaslight falls from the ceiling, crushing the head of a student sleeping beneath it. Was it simply a tragic accident? To avoid publicity, the Headmaster asks Colin Revell, a young Oxford University graduate and former Oakschott student, to quietly investigate.


While interviewing the faculty and staff, Colin meets Max Lambourne, a handsome don who was wounded and gassed in WWI. When Colin tries to help Max overcome his trauma and depression, the two men fall in love and begin an erotic affair.

But when another student dies—diving at night into an empty swimming pool—murder is suspected. Students and faculty all come under suspicion, and rumors proliferate when Scotland Yard intervenes. Meanwhile, during all this confusion and wild theories, the murderer sees Colin and Max as threats. Unbeknownst to the two lovers, their lives are now in danger.


Author Bio

Born in 1984, Jim Austen grew up in Murphy, Texas. He graduated from the University of Texas-Austin with a degree in communications and journalism. He works as a news producer for a station in Rhode Island.

Jim lives south of Boston with his wife and two children. A bisexual husband, he ‘came out’ to his wife 10 years ago after the birth of their second child. “My marriage and my gay life,” he says, “have each given me moments of great joy. However, it is a myth to believe a bisexual husband has the best of both worlds.”

Murder at Oakschott Hall is his first M/M romance novel. Jim is currently working on a novel about a bisexual married man called The Unfinished Husband.



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Release Blitz ***Mortal Siege by N. Isabelle Blanco***





Title: Mortal Siege
Series: Siege #2
Author: N. Isabelle Blanco
Genre: Dark Romance/Romantic Suspense
Release Date: February 28, 2019



Blurb

This isn’t how our story ends.
No. This murder we’ve just committed?
This is how our story truly begins . . .

I told myself I was going to save her.

I didn’t realize what a lie that was.

This neurosis has sunk in too deep. All it took was one glimpse of another man inside her for the beast that murdered Barnard to finish consuming me.

I’ve turned her into killer.

Just like me.

With every corroded, toxicity-infested sin laid bare between us, all that’s left is revenge.

And the chasm of diabolical need that tethers us.

A need to consume each other.
A need to make our enemies pay.
They stole seven years from us. Every ounce of sanity we had left.
Now, we’re going to steal everything from them.

Most of all, we won’t stop until every single one of them is dead.

I told myself I was going to save Lexi . . . in reality, I’ve finished ruining her.

And she would have it no other way.

Warning: this series is not for everyone. As the story progresses, dark themes are explored that might be a trigger for some. Please read at your own discretion. Definitely 18+.







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N. Isabelle Blanco is the Amazon Bestselling Author of the Allure Series, the Need Series with K.I. Lynn, and many others. At the age of three, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother’s handwriting, she began to read and write. By the time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every aspect of her life.

That is, until coffee came a long and took over everything else.

Nowadays, N. spends most of her days surviving the crazy New York rush and arguing with her characters every ten minutes or so, all in the hopes of one day getting them under control.


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Release Blitz ***Rebel by Brittany Crowley***





Title: Rebel
Author: Brittany Crowley
Genre: Sports Romance
Release Date: February 28, 2019




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LEGACY

I refuse to tarnish my family name. The doubts only fuel me to be the fiercest fighter anyone’s ever seen.

REBEL

With every hit, I’ll flip the bird at society standards, busting down the walls for a female generation to reign.

DISTRACTION

With my first fight looming, a little time away from the headlines is exactly what I need. It was just supposed to be a road trip with my best friends. I didn’t plan on Joss showing up, the man who blatantly turned me down on the most embarrassing night of my life. He’s here to keep me safe, and for the first time, I have no where to run.

CAGE

When the day comes, I’m going to prove I’m not just a Cage, I’m the Cage.






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Turn around princess.
I need to see the woman who’s sultry dancing has made me lose all concentration. The little vixen who has my head in a haze forgetting about Danny and his SOS message.
Finally, at the end of the song she turns my way. Her face is still blocked by the blonde locks that have stuck to her sweat plastered skin. She flips her hair with a big smile teasing at her lips.
Suddenly I lose the ability to take in a breath when my lungs cease to work.
It’s Emmy.
Fuck me. I feel all kinds of wrong with the thoughts that have just run through my head. I just pictured my best friend’s little sister with her legs tight around me as I pound into her. I try to wipe the visual from my mind, but I’m unable to. It’s official, I’m going to hell and my body hasn’t yet got the memo that it’s Emmy dancing on the stage because my cock’s still standing at attention ready to claim her.






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Brittany Crowley was born and raised in Massachusetts. She still lives there today with her husband and 3 kids. Getting into the world of romance after she had her first child, she was hooked. Though she had many ideas in her head, Brittany was unsure if she had what it took to become a writer. A few encouraging words and one writing challenge later, she completed her first book. Now you can find her trying to keep up with her crazy kids and writing any chance she gets.



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Release Blitz ***Angel's Halo: Forever Angels by Terri Anne Browning***





Title: Angel's Halo: Forever Angels
Series: Angel's Halo MC #8
Author: Terri Anne Browning
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: February 28, 2019



Blurb

Rewind.

I hit the rewind button on the old VHS tape that contains my memories, causing the past to scream across my closed lids.

Past the nightmare where Enzo Fontana goads me, threatening my family, wanting all the secrets of my MC that I refuse to give him.

Past the evil laughter that reaches me even in the sweat-soaked, pain-filled oblivion of near-death sleep.

Past the blast I thought would end me, the searing pain of the heat that melted my back, the shattering glass still lodged in parts of my body.

Past the months of loneliness because I let the one person I knew I couldn’t live without walk out of my life because I knew I wasn’t good enough for her.

Pause.

There she is.

Smiling up at me as I lean over her. Kissing her like I have the right to. Like I’m not stealing a moment in time I will have to live off of for the rest of my life.

A life that is going to end very, very soon.

I’m dying. I can feel the life begin to fade from me. My body, which has been tortured for days, perhaps even weeks—I don’t even know anymore—will give up soon.

And all I want to do is think about her.

That smile. The sweet taste of her lips. The little sounds she made as she gave me the most precious thing any woman could give a man. The love in her eyes in the afterglow.

She was mine then.

And I would forever be hers.

“Jos,” I groaned, letting the first tear leak from my eyes.







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Prologue

Tanner

Three weeks earlier

Twirling my little brother’s keys around my finger, I whistled as I walked out of the clubhouse toward his truck. Warden was already sitting in the front passenger seat, meaning I was going to hear Raider bitch all the way to his woman’s house and then to Raven’s.
Raider was bigger than Warden. Longer. Meaner. Warden had his moments, but mostly he was a whiny little bitch. Still, he was grabbing things for some of the other females currently camped out in the main room of the clubhouse, which meant I didn’t have to. I could put up with the bitching to get out of that shit.
Opening the driver’s door, I climbed in and sat, my fingers drumming on the steering wheel as I waited impatiently.
The front door of the clubhouse opened, Raider’s large frame coming through the opening, and I started the engine…
It stalled before catching, and my gaze locked with one of my best friends’. We both knew what was going to happen next. My heart dropped into my stomach, and I started counting down the seconds in my head.
Fuck this shit.
I opened the door, jumping out just as the boom shook the world. The force of the blast sent me flying, white-hot flames searing my back as my front connected with two cars parked by the fence, and I fell between them. My head bounced off the asphalt, and I groaned in agony seconds before blackness consumed me…
I cracked my eyes open as I felt myself floating. The smell of gas hit my nose at the same time the godawful pain made itself known. There wasn’t a single part of my body that didn’t hurt, but the worst was coming from my back. I could feel the blisters, the pain coming off them so intense, I was surprised I wasn’t in shock from the agony.
Maybe I am.
I was surrounded by darkness, but my eyes slowly adjusted, and I realized the floating sensation I was feeling wasn’t just from all the pain. I was in the trunk of a car which was moving at a speed that made me think we were on the interstate.
Fuck, I hurt.
I twisted, trying to get my big body into a better position that didn’t hurt as much. Bad idea. The worst I’d had in a while. Just breathing hurt; why the fuck did I think moving would make it any better? It was so intense, I saw stars, my stomach heaving from the agony. I managed to turn my head enough that I didn’t choke on my own vomit.
Knew I shouldn’t have eaten all those eggs.
The puke made me cough, which had me gasping for my next breath from the torture my body was sustaining. It was too much, and I blacked out.
A sharp slap across my face had my eyes snapping open. “Fuck off,” I growled.
Two men stood over me. One of them I knew well; the other I’d only seen from a distance. I was lying on something cold, but the coolness did nothing to relieve the burning on my back. My hands were strapped down, as were my ankles, the way the ties cut into my flesh telling me they’d gotten rid of my boots and socks. My shirt and cut were gone too, but at least I still had my jeans on.
“You gonna arrest me, Sheriff?” I smarted off, pretending like I wasn’t in the worst pain of my entire life. I was good at pretending. It got me into trouble. A lot. But trouble was fun. Mostly. This, not so much.
“Got better plans for you than that, Reid,” Bates said with a smugness on his bulldog-like face. “Fontana paid me good money for your worthless ass. Lucky me, I found you stuffed between two cars while your pussy MC brothers were bawling their eyes out thinking you’d burned up in that truck with the other fucker.”
Warden.
Fuck.
A different kind of pain tore through me, but I swallowed it down. Now wasn’t the time to mourn my MC brother. I currently had other problems screaming for my attention.
The other man’s face pushed closer to mine, his breath heavy on the garlic. I blinked my eyes at him, trying to focus through the haze of bad breath. “Back the fuck up, and get yourself a mint. Go ahead. I’ll wait.”
Fontana punched me in the stomach as he straightened, his face pale with rage. The hit knocked what little breath I had out of my lungs, making me wheeze and cough. The agony that was my back protested, and I had to blink back the darkness attempting to flood over me for the third time.
“Reid here has a mouth on him,” Bates informed the Italian seething over me. “Sometimes you have to shut him up before you can get the answers you want.”
The chuckle that left me felt like it was going to kill me, but I wouldn’t let these bastards see how weak I really was. “I’ll talk all you want,” I assured him. “Whaddya wanna talk about, Bates? The way your momma was sucking my dick last night? You want to talk about that? She’s got a mouth on her, man. The way she gets on her knees and blows me…so damn good.”
Creswell Springs’s sheriff had ham hocks for fists, and they both connected with my jaw, one after the other. I laughed, fighting the urge to throw up as the action only made me want to scream in misery, and then spit the blood that was filling my mouth at him. “Your momma hits harder than you, fucking little bitch.”
Another punch to my jaw and I felt one of my molars break off. I spat it out, and it landed on the floor at the sheriff’s feet with a tiny ping.
Damn, I just got that tooth fixed too.
The last time it broke off was in the same fight where my little brother broke his arm. Damn college kids thinking they could come into Hannigans’ and play pool with the big boys. We showed them quick why the Reid brothers were unbeatable. They’d gotten a few good punches in and fucked up Matt’s arm before I took a pool stick to their heads.
Fontana was back in my face, his breath burning my nose hairs. “I like that you’re a talker.” His voice was chilling, but it took a hell of a lot more than him to make me shiver. “It shouldn’t be too hard to get the information I want out of you.”
This guy was hilarious.
I might have been a fuckup at times. Running my mouth and causing trouble was what I was known for. But this prick was never going to get a single secret out of me about my MC brothers.
“Really wish you’d get that mint, man,” I grumbled. “And maybe lay off the garlic sauce. You’re adding to the ozone problem. Don’t you care about global warming?”
A muscle started to tick in Fontana’s jaw, and I found the energy to smirk up at him.
The smirk turned into a grimace—the only thing I was willing to give him to show any sign of discomfort—when he punched me in the side.
Something told me my liver was the least of my worries with this guy.



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Author Bio

Terri Anne Browning is a USA TODAY bestselling author. Being dyslexic, she never thought a career in writing would be possible, yet she has been on bestselling lists multiple times since 2013. Reese: A Safe Haven Novella was her first Indie published book. The Rocker Who Holds Me changed the tables and kicked off The Rocker... series featuring the sinfully delicious members of Demon's Wings. The Rocker... Series is now complete with 12 books and the occasional novella. Other books by Terri Anne include the Angel's Halo MC Series, as well as The Lucy & Harris Novella Series, The Vitucci Mafiosos Series, and The Tainted Knights Rocker Series.

Terri Anne lives in Virginia with her husband, their three demons---err, children--and a hyper Frenchie named Grunt.


Terri Anne's Reading Order:
Angel's Halo MC Series:
Angel's Halo
Angel's Halo: Entangled
Angel's Halo: Guardian Angel
Angel's Halo: Reclaimed
Angel's Halo: Atonement 
Angel’s Halo: Fallen Angel
Angel’s Halo: Avenged
Angel’s Halo: Forever Angels



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Release Blitz ***Staying Home by JC Valentine***

STAYING HOME

by J.C. Valentine Roped by the Cowboy, #2 Publication Date: February 28, 2019 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Cowboy, Duet

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SYNOPSIS

Life has never been kind to Nash. Neither has love. He took a chance on Vivian and she walked away. Now she’s back. Too bad for her because he’s done.
Unfortunately for him, his psuedo-mother has other plans for his life, whether he likes it or not, and there’s no telling her no. Caught between a stubborn streak a mile wide and denying Vivian’s siren call to his heart, Nash has to decide if he’s going to close himself off from love for good or give in to one last chance at happiness. What will happen when stubborn heads collide and hearts refuse to be ignored?
*NOTE* STAYING HOME is book #2 in the Roped by the Cowboy duet.
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Was he doing the right thing? The question kept presenting itself in Nash’s mind, but he continued to push it away. For once, he was going to do what he wanted, not what he thought he should do, what was proper. He thought too much, that was his problem. He needed to get out of his own damn way and do something that brought him pleasure and happiness.
A small voice, buried deep in the dark recesses of his mind, agreed. Typically, when he heard that whisper, he thought of Carlene, but there was no room for her here tonight. That admission was both jarring and freeing.
As Nash sat on the edge of the bed and watched Vivian standing before him, a coy smile on her face as she slowly peeled each layer of clothing off, starting with the heavy and incredibly soft pink sweater, followed by the painted-on blue jeans, leaving her in a pair of oddly innocent-looking snow-white panties and bra. All he could think was that it was time he listened to what everyone had been telling him, whether directly or indirectly, and moved on.
And no matter his reservations, he felt Vivian was the right person to move on with. He didn’t know how he knew that. Maybe it was all the pushing and hounding by Gretta that reinforced the idea. He just knew everything in that moment felt right. For the first time in years, he knew without a doubt, he was in the right place at the right time with the right person.
Well, maybe that wasn’t entirely true. He would much prefer the privacy of his own home in moments like this, without Ms. Gretta downstairs, potentially listening in to their coupling. But Nash could be quiet. Hell, he was damn good at quiet. But could Vivian be quiet too?
He was about to find out.
Vivian paused in her strip tease and frowned, dropping hands that had been prepared to release her breasts from their confines to approach him.
“Are you okay? If you’re changing your mind—”
Nash pushed to his feet and pressed a single finger to her lips, stopping the words in their tracks. “Shh. I’m not changing anything. I want this,” he said as he allowed his gaze to drop to the soft, rounded mounds gently heaving with each breath. “I want you.”
His finger left her lips to create a soft trail down her chin, tracing an invisible line down her chest and tracing the delicate flesh of each breast, teasing the thin line of decorative lace topping each cup. Her skin, a flawless pale peach, dotted with goose bumps under his touch, and her tiny nipple pebbled, raising the thin fabric.
She was a tantalizing woman, so seductive in her surprising innocence that Nash questioned her level of experience and wondered if he’d miscalculated. Had her husband been the only man in her life? Had Nash completely misjudged her?

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Life is unpredictable. Vivian learned that the hard way and did the only thing she could: she ran. But life isn’t about to let her off easy.
Nash is everything a woman wants and nothing Vivian could have planned for. Gorgeous with his sexy blue-eyed stare, toned body, and wearing a cowboy hat, he’s the perfect package and Vivian’s ideal rebound. Too bad he wants nothing to do with her. That’s fine. Vivian wasn’t looking for love anyway, but her meddling new roommate has other ideas.
Two people from different worlds shouldn’t make sense, but desire is an animal that won’t be denied. With secrets lurking on both sides of the fence, however, it’s just a matter of time before someone gets hurt.
*NOTE* FINDING HOME is book #1 in the Roped by the Cowboy duet.
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J.C. Valentine is the USA Today and International bestselling author of the Night Calls and Wayward Fighters Series and the Forbidden Trilogy. Her vivid imagination and love of words and romance had her penning her own romance stories from an early age, which, despite being poorly edited and written longhand, she forced friends and family members to read. No, she isn’t sorry.
Living in the Northwest, she has three amazing children and far too many pets. Among the many hats she wears, J.C. is an entrepreneur. Having graduated with honors, she holds a Bachelor’s in English and when she isn’t writing, you can find her editing for fellow authors.
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Release Boost ***Mr. Spencer by TL Swan***




Title: Mr. Spencer
Author: T L Swan
Genre: Red Hot Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 24, 2019



Blurb

He was gorgeous, older, and had the worst reputation in all of England.
The way he looked at me sent shivers down my spine.

Our first meeting was at a wedding, where he followed me outside and kissed me.

Our second meeting ended in a huge fight with me kicking him out.

Our third meeting, I went on a double, blind date.
You can imagine my surprise when I saw familiar blue eyes across the table opposite my friend.
Oh….no….

He was sarcastic and witty and damn,
If he wasn’t the sexiest bastard I ever laid eyes on.

Then he sent me an email listing thirty reasons
why I should go on a date with him.

I was expecting a suave and intelligent list.
Curious, I read on.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟏 – 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡
𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟐 – 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐦𝐚
𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟑 – 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝟏𝟑 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐞 – 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡.

The man’s a fool, his list was some of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever read.
And the funniest.

We laughed hard…and loved harder.

You can outrun everything……except your past.
And his has caught up.

Wild handsome players don’t fall for wholesome girls like me,
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“Who is that woman?” I ask, completely distracted.
He frowns. “Which one?”
“Pink dress. Charlotte.”
His eyes widen, and he chuckles. “Stay away from that one, old boy. She’s out of your league.”
“And why would you say that?”
“Every man in the county is after her and she won’t give any of them the time of day.”
I feel my skin prickle at the challenge. “Really?”
“Yes. And then you have to get past her father and brothers even if she is interested at all.”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
“That’s her father on the right. If I stand correct, he is the third wealthiest man in the country. He owns casinos around the world and has connections everywhere. On the left of her is her older brother Edward. Complete and utter bastard.”
I narrow my eyes as I watch him. “What does Edward do for a coin?”
“Guard Charlotte, from what I hear. He doesn’t let her out of his sight. It’s a full-time fucking job.”
I raise my glass to him in a silent toast.
He shakes his head. “Not her, Spencer. She really is off limits. Way too pure for you.”
Excitement rolls over me. “The thrill of the chase is alive and well, my friend.”
He chuckles. “Or the thrill of a death wish. You fuck around with her and her father will murder you without a second thought.”
I smile as I turn to watch Charlotte talk to the two men. “Challenge accepted, old boy.”
He laughs into his beer and shakes his head. “Next time I see you, it may be your funeral.”
My eyes dance with delight. “Give me a good wrap in the eulogy, hey? I’m sure it will be worth it.”
He chuckles, and with a shake of his head, he disappears through the crowd.
I stand on my own simply watching her. She is the most beautiful thing I have seen in a very long time. At once, she glances up and her eyes fall on me, holding my gaze. I smile and raise my beer to her in a silent toast. She immediately looks away and fidgets with her hands in front of her.
I smile to myself as I watch her.
Run along, boys.
I want her alone.

Charlotte.

Mr Spencer smiles sexily and raises his glass in my direction. I bite my bottom lip nervously. Is he doing that to me? He’s standing alone in the crowd, a beer in one hand, his other hand tucked away in his expensive suit pocket. I snap my eyes away as my stomach flips with excitement.
Stop it! He’s probably not even aiming it at me.
“Charlotte, I have someone I want you to meet,” my father says.
“Dad, not now. I don’t want to meet any of your boring friends.” I sigh.
He rolls his eyes, and I glance back over at Mr Spencer still staring at me. I glance back up to my father. “What is it?” I ask with a huff.
“His name is Evan. I know his family, and he happens to be a lawyer.”
I cringe. “Father, please,” I moan. “Stop. I’m not dating one of your boring friend’s sons.”
My brother Edward looks at my father and scowls. “Yes, please stop. The thought makes me murderous.”
I roll my eyes at my overbearing brother. “You, too.”
My father and Edward fall into conversation, leaving me to glance back over at Mr Spencer. As soon as our eyes connect, he crooks his finger and gestures for me to go to him.
Me?
I frown, look around, and point to my chest.
He nods with a sexy smile. I look around, instantly filled with some kind of guilt, and I subtly shake my head.
Oh my God. My stomach flips over.
He crooks his finger again, and I find myself biting my bottom lip and dropping my head to hide my smile.
“Would you like a drink, Charlotte?” my brother asks.
“Please.” I smile as I concentrate on not looking Mr Spencer’s way again.
My father falls into conversation with a man who walks past, and I glance around nervously. I’m not sure whether to go and talk to Mr Spencer or not. No, that’s a bad idea. Perhaps I’ll go and get some fresh air instead.
“I’m heading to the bathroom,” I whisper to my father.
“All right, love.” He smiles as I put my hand on his shoulder. I walk through the ballroom and out onto the back terrace and down the steps. Fairy lights are strewn across the garden giving it a romantic feel. Waiters are circling the garden with trays of fancy cocktails and champagne. This wedding has been amazing, and the attention to detail has been impeccable. Every detail is perfect. I walk along the pathway down to the outdoor bathrooms. Once there, I head inside and close the door behind me.
Peace at last.
I can hear the music in the distance as I stare at my reflection in the mirror and reapply my fuchsia lipstick. My thick shoulder-length blonde hair is down and pulled back on one side behind my ear. My pink strapless dress fits perfectly and clings to my curves. I roll my lips as I stare at my reflection. Eventually, I exhale heavily and snap my lipstick back into my silver clutch.
Most eligible bachelor in London, an appalling rake.
Great. The first man I’ve been attracted to in forever and he’s a womaniser. Typical.
For once, I would like to meet an honourable man who is actually appealing.
Why does it have to be one or the other? Who made this god forsaken rule that any man who is a tad interesting must be a player? And why are all the good men as boring as hell? God must definitely be a man.
With one last look at myself, I head back out into the garden and make my way up the path towards the party.
“Charlotte,” a deep voice calls from behind me.
I turn and falter, taken aback. It’s him.
It’s Mr Spencer.
He smiles sexily and his eyes hold mine. “Hello.”
My heart rate spikes. “H-hi.” I smile nervously.
He steps towards me and takes my hand in his, and I inhale sharply. He holds my hand up in the air and nods, as if bowing. “Forgive me for following you, but I had to come and meet the most beautiful woman in the room tonight.” He kisses the back of my hand tenderly, and I raise my brows. “My name is Spencer.” He smiles against my skin.
Oh, he’s really quite…
I pull my hand away sharply. “I know who you are, Mr Spencer.”
He smirks harder, and his mischievous eyes hold mine. “You do?” he asks smoothly with a raise of his brow.

I clasp my hands nervously in front of me. “Your reputation precedes you.”
His smirk breaks out into a broad smile. “Ah, you can’t believe everything you hear, now, can you?”
His voice is deep and permeating. It somehow sinks into my bones when he speaks.
“Can I help you with something?” I ask. What the hell does he want?
“I hope so.” He smiles and picks up my hand again. “Would you do me the honour of dancing with me?”
I swallow nervously, and he smiles and drops his lips to the back of my hand to kiss me softly. His sexy eyes stay fixed on mine.
Okay, hell… he’s good. Really good.
“I…” I stop talking because I really can’t concentrate when he’s touching me.
He’s so forward.
“Charlotte?” he repeats, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I shake my head in a fluster. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
He turns my hand over to gently kiss the inside of my wrist. I feel his touch deep inside my stomach.
“Why not?” He gently licks my wrist and my knees nearly buckle out from underneath me.”
Oh, for the love of God!
“My father and brother…” I frown as my voice trails off. How in the hell am I supposed to string two words together when he’s doing that to me?
He steps forward and takes me into his arms. “We’ll dance here then.”
What?
He pulls me close to him, takes one of my hands in his, and he smiles down at me as he begins to sway to the music. “You’re a wonderful dancer, Lady Charlotte.” He smiles mischievously.
I smirk at his sheer audacity. “Does this routine work on every woman you meet?”
He smiles his first genuine smile and I feel the effects of it hit me deep in my stomach. “Please don’t talk about other women. I’m in the courting zone, concentrating on you and only you.” He spins me around, and we both chuckle at his ridiculousness.
He lets me go and holds one hand up, and then he spins me in his arms and pulls me back to his body at force until we come face to face.
I stare up at him, my heart skipping a beat. “I have to go,” I whisper.
“Why?” his intoxicating breath washes over my face.
“My father will be looking for me.”
“How old are you, Lady Charlotte?”
“Too young for you, Mr Spencer.”
He smiles softly. “I have no doubt.” He bends down and softly kisses my lips.
My chest constricts.
He kisses me again, soft and tenderly, hovering his lips over mine. Unable to help it, I smile, and that’s when he kisses me again but this time more urgently, his arms curling around my waist and bringing me to his body.
I’ve never been kissed like this.
His tongue sweeps through my open mouth and our tongues dance together.
For three whole minutes, I drink him in as we kiss like teenagers.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Charlotte,” he gasps as he kisses me again.
I lose control and my hands go to his hair, and then I feel something hard up against my stomach.
Is that…?
I instantly pull out of the kiss and step back, panting for breath.
He reaches for me again, but I step back farther. “Don’t touch me!” I whisper sharply, holding my hand up in defence.
“What? Why?”
I shake my head. “I’m not the kind of girl you are used to, Mr Spencer.”
He scowls hard. “And what kind of girl is that?”
“I’m not one of those high society sluts. Y-you should go back inside and find someone else to… entertain you,” I stammer.
“I don’t want anyone else!” he snaps. “If I overstepped the line, I apologise. I never… I mean…”
He’s tripping over his words, trying to right the situation.
I step back again, creating more distance. “You have stepped over the line… by a lot.” I glance up and I can see my father is out on the terrace looking for me. “I have to go.” I brush past Mr Spencer, walk up the path and up the stairs. My father smiles the second he sees me.
“Are you ready to leave, Charlotte?”
“Please,” I say quietly. My eyes fall back down to the garden where Mr Spencer stands.
My father puts his arm around me and we walk around to the front of the house to get into the back of his Bentley. His driver shuts the door and I peer out just in time to see Mr Spencer appearing from the shadows next to the house, watching me leave.
He smiles softly and blows me a kiss, and I drop my head at once, gripping my clutch on my lap.
“That was a great night, wasn’t it?” My father smiles as the car slowly pulls out.
“It was.” I force a smile. My fingertips rise to brush my lips which still tingle from Mr Spencer’s touch. I smile to myself softly.
No wonder he’s the most eligible bachelor in London.
He’s perfect.
And he’s trouble.



Author Bio

Lover of her husband, children, words, chocolate and margaritas.
When she is not writing her next novel, you will find her in a café drinking coffee with friends.
Writing is her passion.

Books by T L Swan

Stanton Adore
Stanton Unconditional
Stanton Completely
Stanton Bliss
Find Me Alastar
Play Along
Dr. Stanton
Dr. Stantons The Epilogue
Marx Girl
Mr. Masters
Gym Junkie
Mr. Spencer


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