Thursday, 22 September 2016

The Bachelor Auction by Rachel Van Dyken Excerpt Reveal!!!! #excerpt

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Excerpt
“Bentley!” Brock barked and shook his head.
“What?” Bentley shrugged then smoothly walked over to Jane and pulled out a box of black high-heeled pumps in a size eight and a half. “Your foot, milady?”
Brock rolled his eyes. “Give it a rest, Bentley. She can put on her own damn shoes.”
Bentley completely ignored him. “I love a woman’s foot.” He grabbed Jane’s broken shoe and tossed it to the side while his hands danced along the arch of her foot. His fingertips danced along her skin. Seduction by foot rub? That was new.
“It’s sexy, the arch.” He leaned over her, his lips parting just enough to give her the impression he was thinking about kissing her. “The curve of a woman’s foot reminds me of her body…see? Sexy.” He slid the shoe on a very terrified looking Jane and stood. “Perfect fit.”
Jane’s mouth opened then closed as a rosy flush crept over her face. “Th-thank you.”
“I bought you my favorite brand.”
Her eyebrows arched. How did he know about Manolo Blahnik? “Oh.” And then she nodded and said loudly, “Ohhhh! That makes sense!”
Bentley’s eyes narrowed. “Me buying women’s shoes?”
“You wearing them,” she explained. “That’s great. I mean, good for you. I’m sorry I’m so awkward at things like this, but it’s good you’re…you know…” She bobbed her head and sputtered. “Out and…comfortable with it.”
“Out?” Bentley repeated. “I’m confused.”
“Of the closet,” she said slowly then saw the scowl on Bentley’s face. “Or maybe you just like to dress like a woman?” She straightened her shoulders and tried again. “In either case, congratulations on your choice to wear women’s clothing!”
Brock about died laughing as Bentley’s horrified expression went from stunned to genuine confusion.
“You heard her.” Brock held his laughter in check. “Congratulations, brother. I’ll take care of the press release: Bachelor Playboy Bentley Wellington and his private women’s shoe collection.”
Bentley let out a strangled laugh. “Yes, and while we’re at it why don’t we remind the press that the clock is ticking on that auction of yours? Hmm?”
“Auction?” Jane asked.
“Don’t.” Brock shook his head. “You don’t want to know.”
“But she probably already does.” Bentley pointed out. “Unless she doesn’t read the news…?”
They both stared at her, waiting for an answer.
“I, uh…” She ducked her head, blushing again. “I read books.”
“How pure.” Bentley smiled and sat down next to her. “And just so we’re clear.” He leaned in as though he was going to kiss her. “My bat only swings one way…and I can assure you, every time I get thrown a pitch, I hit it out of the park.”

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Blurb
Jane isn't entirely sure that Cinderella got such a raw deal. Sure, she had a rough start, but didn't she eventually land a prince and a happily-ever-after? Meanwhile, Jane is busy waiting on her demanding, entitled sisters, running her cleaning business, and . . . yep, not a prince in sight. Until a party and a broken shoe incident leave Jane wondering if princes---or at least, a certain deliciously hunky billionaire---maybe do exist.

Except Brock Wellington isn't anyone's dream guy. Hell, a prince would never agree to be auctioned off in marriage to the highest bidder. Or act like an arrogant jerk---even if it was just a façade. Now, as Brock is waiting for the auction chopping block, he figures it's karmic retribution that he's tempted by a sexy, sassy woman he can't have. But while they can't have a fairy-tale ending, maybe they can indulge in a little bit of fantasy . .

About the Author:
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Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.

She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers!






Wednesday, 21 September 2016

Behind Closed Doors by J.L. Berg Blog Tour ~ #giveaway #bookreview

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About BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

My name is Roman Cavenaugh and I’m kind of an asshole. Running a company isn't easy, especially when everyone expects you to fail, so being a jerk? It comes with the territory. I don't have time to mess around, and I sure as hell didn’t see her coming. Cara Hamilton—she was supposed to be off limits…a temporary employee brought in during my assistant’s maternity leave. But, in the blink of an eye, she became so much more. An obsession I couldn’t shake. So yeah, I may be an asshole, but now, I finally had a purpose, and soon, she would be mine. All’s fair in love and war…


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J.L. Berg is the USA Today bestselling author of the Ready Series, The Walls Duet, and the Lost & Found Duet. She is a California native living in the beautiful state of historic Virginia. Married to her high school sweetheart, they have two beautiful girls that drive them batty on a daily basis. When she's not writing, you will find her with her nose stuck in a romance novel, in a yoga studio or devouring anything chocolate. J.L. Berg is represented by Jill Marsal of Marsal Lyon Literary Agency, LLC. 


 





Source: eARC for Honest Review Courtesy of Author and Inkslinger PR
Genre: Adult/NA Contemporary Romance
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My Behind Closed Doors Review . . .

I absolutely adore J.L. Berg so when I found out she wrote a spin off about Roman Cavenaugh I leapt at the chance to read this book.  We first met Roman in the Wall Duet where we got Jude Cavenaugh's story.  And I gotta tell you Roman was hard to love there but you knew that he had to have reasons for his douchebag ways.

From young Roman has been trying to prove his worth but to protect himself he builds quite the protective shield.  This shield to some comes across as Roman being an asshole but for the select few who get behind it know that Roman is hurting and has a big heart.

The moment Roman meets Cara it sets his world off axis.   He tries to stay away but he can't, even though Cara already has a live in boyfriend.

"I want you to be comfortable in your own skin, Cara," he said with ferocity.  " And, if that means wearing some old, frumpy sweater dress or a pair of jeans, then by all means, wear it.  No man, including Tyler, should ever dictate what you put on your body.  So, no, I didn't do this to hurt him.  I'm doing this to empower you.  Wear your clothes, or don't.  Just be happy-with your own self.  But, in the process, if I teach that jackass you live with a lesson, then so be it."

Cara Hamilton is a small town girl who followed her boyfriend to the big city of New York.   She tries to be herself but starts to lose herself to this city and this new New York lifestyle.  Even though she has a boyfriend it didn't stop her from having a crush on her new boss.

"And you deserve more than a good guy,"  he answered.  "You deserve the right guy.  Figure out the difference."
As Roman vows to get Cara at whatever the cost he doesn't realize that Cara was already making her own decisions on this matter.   Thankfully with Roman comes Jude, and with Jude comes Lailah, and with Lailah comes a nice dose of reality.

"Life isn't about comparing one's strife to another.  It's about making the most of what you've been given.  If I sat back and thought about all the hardships I've had to endure to get here . . . right here, it would be overwhelming.  Some days, it is overwhelming.  But I'm here.  I'm living, and I love my life.  That's what it's all about-loving your life."


" Do you love your life, Cara?"

Roman doesn't know how to be loved and feel worthy so it isn't an easy battle to love Cara and be loved in return.
"Just let her, Roman.  You and I both know that you'll try to fight it.  You'll convince yourself that you're somehow unworthy, and in the end, you'll walk away from what could be the love of your life.  Don't. Save both of you from a world of hurt, and just allow yourself to be loved."

Cara easily could have come across naive but instead she came across as strong and independent.  This combo thankfully is enough to get the walls down on Roman and allows everyone else to see all that Roman can be. 

"He likes to pretend he's prickly and mean, but he's everything you raised him to be and more."
I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to love Roman but it didn't take long for him to win my heart.  Even when he still made poor choices.   I loved these two together.   They brought the best in each other out.  And thankfully we also got to see more of Jude and Lailah's HEA which only made this story better.

4 Worthy to Love Thumbs up!

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Tuesday, 20 September 2016

Release Day Blitz: SWEET DREAMS by Nina Lane #giveaway #excerpt

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The first book in Nina Lane's Sugar Rush series is available now! You do not want to miss meeting Luke Stone, CEO of Sugar Rush. He may own a candy company but this wealthy bachelor is no Willy Wonka. Find out more about SWEET DREAMS and enter for the chance to win two gift card!

 

 

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ABOUT SWEET DREAMS

He may own a candy company, but this wealthy bachelor is no Willy Wonka.

Sugar Rush Candy Company CEO Luke Stone is a devoted businessman who doesn't do relationships. He does short-term affairs with clearly defined rules. But when a sexy bohemian angel propositions him in a bar, Luke is tempted to want more.
Polly Lockhart is horrified when she wakes the morning after her twenty-third birthday to realize she made a fool of herself with a sinfully delicious man. She tells herself she doesn't have time for romance anyway, as she's fighting to keep her mother's beloved bakery afloat and finish her culinary studies. That all changes when her class tours the famed Sugar Rush headquarters, and Polly collides with her dream man again. As she succumbs to their hot attraction, Polly soon realizes her bakery isn't the only thing that needs saving. Luke, driven and unyielding, will burn out unless someone convinces him to taste the sweetness of life. But can Polly remember this sugar rush is only temporary?

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She wanted this man to kiss her. She wanted to feel the pressure of his lips, his body pressed against hers. She wanted to know what it felt like to be kissed by a man who radiated sexual heat and energy, who smelled like all sorts of manly things like spice and musk, a man who would know exactly how to treat a woman . . .

His gaze skimmed over her face and lingered on her lips. Her pulse sped up.

Do it, do it! Kiss me.

His hands loosened from her waist. He started to back away.

Without thinking, Polly reached up, grabbed his collar, and yanked his head down to hers. Surprise flashed in his expression the instant before she kissed him.

Or, attempted to kiss him. Because he’d started to move away at the exact same instant, she ended up smashing her lips against his chin. She sucked in a breath and pulled back, staring at his mouth. She took aim and went in for the kill.

Yes!

Her lips crashed against his, hot and damp. Omigod. She was totally kissing Mr. Hottie.

Moreover, she was doing it with her mouth open, and holy God, his tongue swept across hers, and he tasted like salt and scotch, and shivers of pure lust rained through her body, and she wanted to keep kissing him forever and ever . . .

Resistance suddenly coiled through him. His hands closed around her arms, and he pulled away. A murmur of protest escaped her. She tightened her grip on him, her back hitting the wall again as she forced him closer. He lifted his head. His mouth broke away from hers, his breath still hot on her lips.

“Honey, I’m not going to . . .” he started.

“Oh, kiss me some more,” Polly breathed, standing on her tiptoes to brush her lips against his. “Please . . .”

Boldly, she flicked her tongue out to caress his lower lip. He groaned, bracing his hands on the wall behind her as he lowered his head again. Heat exploded through her. His kiss became deeper, more possessive, his arms caging her in and trapping her between the wall and his body.

She gasped in shock at the sensation of his muscled body pressed fully against hers, her breasts crushed to his hard chest, his powerful thigh edging between hers . . .

Oh God. Was that . . . ?

She whimpered, letting her head fall back as he plundered her mouth with his.

“Christ in heaven, you taste amazing,” he whispered, trailing his lips over her cheek and down to her neck. “So fucking sweet . . .”


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New York Times & USA Today bestselling author Nina Lane writes hot, sexy romances and spicy erotica. Originally from California, she holds a PhD in Art History and an MA in Library and Information Studies, which means she loves both research and organization. She also enjoys traveling and thinks St. Petersburg, Russia is a city everyone should visit at least once. Although Nina would go back to college for another degree because she's that much of a bookworm and a perpetual student, she now lives the happy life of a full-time writer.  




 

Monday, 19 September 2016

Wilder by Rebecca Yarros Release Blitz #bookreview #releaseday #renegades

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Wilder
by Rebecca Yarros
Release Date: September 19, 2016
   
Synopsis
  He’s Paxton Wilder.   Twenty-two-year-old, tattooed, smoking-hot leader of the Renegades.   Five time X Games medalist.   The world is his playground—especially this year—and for the next nine months I’m stuck as his tutor on the Study at Sea program.   He’s too busy staging worldwide stunts for his documentary to get to class.   But if I can’t get him to take academics seriously, I’ll lose my scholarship…if I don’t lose my heart first.   Six unlikely friends on a nine-month cruise with the Study at Sea program will learn that chemistry is more than a subject and the best lessons aren’t taught in the classroom…but in the heart.    
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Genre: NA Contemporary Romance
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My Wilder Review . . .

I fell absolutely in love with Rebecca Yarros's stories with the Flight & Glory series, so when given the chance to read the first part in this new series as I jumped at the chance.

Wilder is the first part in this new Renegades Series.   Wilder revolves around Paxton Wilder and Eleanor (Leah) Baxter.  Paxton is the risk taking, adrenaline junkie.  Where Leah is the more straight and narrow type of girl, but she wasn't always like that.

"Well, I actually kinda like you, so that's enough for me.  Then again, I've always liked firecrackers."
Leah gets the chance of a life time to finish her schooling while traveling the world.  The only catch is she has to tutor a student and her marks are dependent on this student.  How hard should that be?

"Don't worry, he says," she muttered.  "Safe, he says.  Asshole."
Leah quickly realizes that this tutoring relationship is going to be much harder than originally thought, especially after Paxton's lifestyle makes her face her worst fears.

Paxton is not the committal type of guy but there is something about Leah that makes him want different things.

"I don't know what to do.  She's not like the others."
"The good ones never are, and they don't usually give second chances, either, so don't fuck it up if you're serious."

It doesn't take to long before these two give in to each other and the possibility of more.

"Being a gentleman, I'll make sure you'll come first, second, even third, if you're up for it.  After that, all bets are off as to gentlemanly behavior in my bed."

However, Leah is a tough nut to crack, but Pax is up to the challenge.  Leah has walls up, but for a reason.  Now all Pax has to do is find out why, so he can break her walls down.

I had to treat our relationship like I did everything else: with full dedication and concentration.  As of this moment, I was committed, and I'd never failed at something I worked for.  
Eleanor Baxter wouldn't know what hit her.

Paxton Wilder has a huge heart once he finally lets love in, and now Leah gets to experience all that is Pax with his sweet love.

"But you need to know what I don't need to remember you, Leah.  Not when I have zero intention of letting you go."
When we find out Leah's past, its a bit heartbreaking, but watching her face her fears and move forward is a joy to watch.

I was wholly, deeply. irreversibly in love with a woman who was way braver than I could ever be. 
From the beginning we know that both Leah and Paxton have their secrets.  First Leah's is unfolded but the further we get into the book the more curious we are about Pax's secret.  The longer it got drawn out the more I was expecting from this secret.

"Maybe your love doesn't, because it's perfect.  You are basically perfect, Leah.  But my love is messy, imperfect, makes mistakes, and is overwhelmingly selfish, because I need you.  I need you more than air in my lungs or even the Renegades.  So yes, I'm in love with you, and maybe you don't like that because you can't control it, but it's the truth.  You can choose not to forgive me for this-I'd understand-but you can't stop me from loving you."

There was a lot of angst built up around Paxton's secret but after the reveal I was left with a 'that's it' why didn't he just tell Leah from the beginning.  If he did there would have been a very minimal issue.  When secrets get dragged out in books I expect something bigger, so when this was more meh then wow I was left wanting more from the secret especially with the angsty build up toward the reveal.

Thankfully this wasn't the only story line within the story.  In the end Paxton's secret was quite small and the rest of the story was filled with suspense, humor, loss, hope, love and second chances.  After reading Wilder I can't wait for more.  Nova which is based on Landon and Rachel can't come soon enough.

4 Risk Taking Thumbs up!

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Thursday, 15 September 2016

Masquerade by Hanna Fielding #excerpt


Masquerade

by Hannah Fielding


Published by London Wall Publishing
September 1, 2016 Hardback $26.99


A story of forbidden love and family secrets.
The second book in her sweeping Andalucían Nights trilogy.

Summer, 1976. Luz de Rueda, a young writer, finally returns to her beloved Spain after years away in England. Her first day back in Cádiz, Luz falls from her horse and suffers a nasty head injury. She is found by Leandro, a young man from a local gypsy family, who cares for her and brings her home. In 1970s Cádiz a relationship with a gypsy is out of the question, but nonetheless Luz is instantly attracted to this mysterious man she knows nothing about.

When Luz and Leandro keep running into each other, on the shores of Cádiz and by the colourful gypsy camps, Luz knows she is falling for him. Yet knowing that their relationship is forbidden by her family, Luz buries herself in her work, a biography of a famous Spanish artist, in an attempt to forget Leandro. But then she meets her employer, Andrés de Calderón, the man who commissioned the book she is working on.

Andrés courts Luz in style, taking her to the running of the bulls in Pamplona and the glittering masquerade balls of Spanish society. Shockingly confronted by André’s secret fiancée, and hearing whispered rumours of a family feud between Leandro’s family and her own, Luz finds herself torn between the two men.

Can Luz unravel the mysterious secrets surrounding the two men, and find love, or will deception ruin them all?




Excerpt of Masquerade
By Hannah Fielding

She found the fairground without any difficulty. The hilly route she took was hot and dusty with no merciful shade. At last, though, the road fell away and the old forge appeared in the near distance on the edge of a scrubby plain; a matter of minutes and she would be there. As she approached the site she could hear the low, continuous, rumbling murmur of the gypsy gathering, like the raging winds that thundered over the coast on stormy nights. The commotion held numerous sounds. There was the resonating clamour of speech and laughter; the whinnying of excited horses stamping their hooves and the clanking of the brass ornaments on their harnesses as they shook their beautiful manes. There was the barking of dogs and the rattling noise of their chains as they pulled on them. And now, as the camp came into view, there was the distinctive, heavy pounding of her heartbeat filling her ears.
The scene was humming with life. Under the fire of the sun a rainbow tapestry of people, beasts and inanimate objects mingled in happy, organised chaos. Mules and donkeys mingled with goats and pigs, braying, bleating and squealing as children ran around whooping and chasing each other with catapults. Men led horses round on ropes while others gesticulated on the merits of a particular beast as they huddled in groups, smoking cigarettes and grunting their approval or rejection. The chaláns, the gypsy horse dealers, with their bronzed faces and broad-brimmed felt hats presided over the buying and selling of every beast under the shade of a huge wooden shed roof. They stood in front of a bigger crowd who shouted things back at them in Caló. Men and women chatted and laughed behind stalls of food, copper pans, bright clothes and baskets. There was even a barrel-organ player, grinning toothlessly and nodding along to his music as some gypsies clapped and danced, or swigged from glasses of manzanilla. The air was a heady mix of smells: earth, sweat, dung, tobacco and strong coffee.
At first Luz was overwhelmed by it all; but as she slipped through the crowd and roamed around the stalls, feasting her eyes on this colourful and mysterious world, she began to enjoy herself.
She had almost forgotten what she had come for when she spotted him in a group of men gathered under the shed roof. He was accompanied by the lanky, tattooed youth she had seen with him on the beach. His back was to Luz and he was busy arguing with the owner of a beautiful horse, explaining his meaning with animated gestures. He was dressed in a faded olive-green vest and washed-out black Bermuda shorts, a dark scarf around his throat. Despite his slim build, his whole body was the picture of vitality and strength. When looking at him, the words ‘tall’, ‘lean’ and ‘energetic’ came to mind. Luz’s gaze lingered on his bare arms and thighs, which were evenly tanned and knotted with muscles. He had held her in those arms against his powerful chest and she had been unconscious: how infuriating! She wondered what it would be like to live the life of a wild gypsy. Luz felt herself blush as sensual, unfamiliar images invaded her mind and delicious warm sensations flooded her body. What was wrong with her? Never in her whole life had she been subjected to such unbelievable inner mayhem. It must be the heat, she thought. She had read somewhere that the sun sometimes did strange things to a person.
His friend was the first to notice her. He nudged Leandro and whispered something in his ear. Leandro turned to look over his shoulder and she felt the strength of his magnetic stare. He nodded in acknowledgement of her and smiled, then returned to his business, shaking his head at the owner of the horse: no deal. The seller said something. Leandro yawned, shrugged his shoulders and scratched his head, then his chin. Finally he laughed, shook hands with the trader and came towards Luz, pulling the beautiful animal behind him. The deal was done after all.
Buenas tardes, señorita,’ he greeted her courteously as he drew nearer. ‘Que me han traíde suerte, you’ve brought me luck,’ he declared, his glittering eyes arresting hers with an enigmatic stare. He raked long, slender fingers through his unruly shock of shiny dark hair. For the first time she had a clear view of him. He was around her own age, she guessed, though something about him seemed older somehow. Under the two-day stubble his narrow face had a golden darkness, different to the usual rougher gypsy tan, with a pronounced bone structure and regular features. It was highlighted by the deep green of his irises that watched her now between thick black eyelashes with a strange remoteness. He glanced casually behind him before returning his gaze to her. ‘You have to be doubly careful at these fairs. Some dealers can make you believe that oranges grow on cactus trees.’ His voice had a gypsy cadence to it that she did not find unattractive. This was certainly not the measured, sophisticated drawl of Andrés de Calderón.
Luz laughed, mustering up enough courage not to run away and hide. ‘I’ve been meaning to thank you for taking care of me after my fall and returning me safely home. It was very kind of you.’
‘You were hurt, what else could I do?’
She thought she glimpsed a spark of something in his eyes: frustration, anger, impatience, but then it was gone and his expression became unreadable again.
‘Still, not everyone would have been so … gallant,’ she stammered, trying to find the right word. As she said it, she thought of him delivering her directly to her bedroom and felt her face warm at the suggestion of just how gallant he had been.
As if reading her mind he looked down at her and gave a slow, mischievous smile.
‘This is true. But we gypsies can be honourable, too.’ Green eyes glittered at her with amusement as he lowered his face closer to hers and added, ‘Or did you think we were all rogues and bandits, perhaps?’
‘Of course not, I didn’t mean to …’
‘But I see you’re fully recovered,’ he interrupted, straightening up. His gaze travelled over her in a way that made her insides blaze and melt at the same time.
‘Yes, I slept well and felt fine the next morning, thank you.’
‘Your bed is very comfortable, that always helps.’ His voice was low and provocative.
Luz’s eyes widened. ‘You were …’ was all she could manage as the heat deepened in her cheeks.
He laughed. ‘Don’t look so shocked, señorita. I laid you down on your bed, that’s all. As I told you, we gypsies are honourable, though you would sorely test any man’s control, I think.’
She blinked rapidly, telling herself to concentrate. He was standing close enough for her to reach out and touch him and although she yearned to, she would never have dared. Men did not normally have this effect on her and her heart was thundering in her chest as though she had just finished a run on the beach.
‘And are all gypsies so forward?’
‘No, just me … and only with you.’ He flashed a grin and began stroking the side of his horse absentmindedly. ‘Do you often ride on the beach?’
Luz noticed the way the smooth muscles in his arm flexed as his hand moved up and down the creature. She swallowed before saying, ‘Yes, most days. I love the sea air and the exercise.’
He nodded, wicked humour still alight in his bright green eyes, which remained fixed on Luz’s. ‘Exercise is good. What other exercise do you enjoy, señorita?’ His gaze darkened and flicked down to her mouth before settling back on her eyes.
Luz felt an involuntary quiver in a strange and uncharted place deep in her belly. He was flirting outrageously and she found it intoxicating. ‘I often swim, too. Do you swim?’ she found herself saying, huskily.
An eyebrow arched. ‘Yes, of course – we are sea gypsies. I should take you swimming one day, I think we would both like it. You can race me. Though I warn you, you wouldn’t win.’
‘You think not? I was on our school swim team,’ she answered, still trying to control her breathy voice. Suddenly she realized that she hadn’t even introduced herself. ‘By the way, my name is Luz. Doña Luz de Rueda.’
‘Yes, I know.’ He lifted an eyebrow and gave a lazy, enigmatic smile. ‘So why is a girl like you alone at the horse fair, Doña Luz de Rueda?’ He pulled gently on the reins of his stallion as it snorted and tossed its head.
Luz was distracted from the fact that he already knew her name and was more concerned about how to explain her appearance there. She could not possibly admit that she had gone there solely to find him, and yet the fairground was too out of the way to pretend she had just been out for a walk.
‘I heard the fair was on at the moment and I’ve always wanted to see it for myself. Your horse is beautiful, I’m quite envious.’
He was about to answer when two young gitanas came out of nowhere, joining their little group.
‘Oh, Leandro, what have you got there?’ said one as she trailed her hand over the horse’s chestnut coat. ‘He’s a beauty!’
‘Indeed, he’s quite a find,’ Leandro agreed, his well-defined mouth breaking into a satisfied smile. He patted the creature’s flank and stared at Luz for a brief moment before looking away.
‘You’re so clever, you have a real business talent,’ the other gypsy girl told him in a sugary tone, sliding an arm around his waist possessively and cuddling up to him. Her flame-coloured hair framed a striking face and there was a boldness about her that Luz found slightly vulgar.
‘Rosa, you flatter me, as always. But yes, it’s true,’ he shrugged, grinning impishly.
Leandro obviously had a large fan club, Luz noted. Feeling distinctly de trop, she started to turn but he caught her eye. The gypsy gave her a fleeting glance as if he was pretending not to notice her but something flickered in his expression that she couldn’t interpret. Did he recognize her discomfort? Was that a glance of understanding or sudden dismissal now that he had a new female audience? Whatever he was thinking, Luz sensed that the circle now excluded her. She felt like she’d been cast aside, but was determined no one would see such emotion betrayed by her face.
A rigid smile touched her lips as she moved away, leaving the three gypsies engrossed in a lively conversation about the newly bought horse. Luz held her chin up, but knives cruelly pierced her heart. All her unrealistic dreams were crumbling into a pile of cinders. Her imagination, not normally quite so febrile, had spun a web of romantic fantasies in which she was now caught. The wretchedness that consumed her now was not the gypsy’s fault, but all of her own making, she told herself. From the very first moment she had laid eyes on Leandro, she had been wrong; in her head she had fabricated his interest and misjudged the situation all along. Now, she had only herself to blame.
The air had grown cooler. In different circumstances Luz would have enjoyed the walk back, but as it was, her thoughts weighed heavily on her, making her head hang down. She was weary and humiliated. What had possessed her to act in such a foolhardy way? she pondered miserably. Perhaps Leandro had always been out to make fun of her. Dimly, she could hear her parents’ warnings to keep away from gypsies. Only the other day her father had told her that the gitanos were fond of tricks. Why had she not taken heed of those wise words?
‘My beautiful red roses, my lovely-smelling roses, who will buy? Fair lady, gracious señorita, why are you so sad?’
Luz jumped, jerked out of her sombre thoughts. A gitana dressed all in black was accosting her at the side of the road with a bunch of blood-red roses, which she clutched tightly in her long brown fingers, despite the spiky thorns. She had come right up to Luz, her dark hawkish eyes peering inquisitively into the young woman’s face. Luz shook her head politely and tried to move on, doing her best to ignore the flower seller.
‘Let me help you, let me make things better,’ the gypsy persisted, close on Luz’s heels. ‘Believe me, I have the remedy. Today he doesn’t love you, tomorrow with this talisman he will be unable to live without you.’
‘Leave me alone, thank you. I’ve no money on me, so just go away,’ Luz told her, accelerating her step. Perhaps fate was laughing at her, too.
‘I do not want any money, fair lady,’ the gypsy said sharply as she caught the young woman’s arm, forcing her to halt, the gold and silver bracelets clinking on her arms as she did so. She then coughed slightly and ran the back of her hand over her mouth. For the first time Luz looked into the gitana’s face. She was a fine-looking woman, with large, blazing, charcoal pupils fixed keenly on the young woman’s eyes. Brass hoop earrings pushed through her blue-black curly hair, which was obviously dyed and fell well below her shoulders in thick unruly locks. Her face was heavily made-up and Luz found it difficult to guess her age, but it was clear that while she must have been a great beauty in her youth, life had not been kind. There was an ashen pallor to her complexion underneath the make-up.
Exasperated, Luz sighed. ‘So if it’s not money you’re looking for, what is it you want?’
‘I have taken a shine to you, hermosa jovencita. You remind me of the daughter I lost through sickness when she was still a blooming flower,’ she said, switching to a whimpering tone. ‘I want to help you, you seem so sad. Here, take this talisman and wear it underneath your clothes,’ she went on with urgency, as she tried to press a tiny package into the young woman’s hand.
‘What are you up to this time, Jezebel?’ croaked an old woman loudly, moving out of the shadow of a gnarled olive tree. It was Paquita.
The younger gitana turned sharply round as Paquita crossed the narrow road to join them, saying, ‘Show me what you’ve got there.’ She snatched the tiny package from the other gypsy’s hand, throwing her a contemptuous look. ‘Shame on you!’ Then turning to Luz, she gazed at her with shrewd, hooded eyes that were unusually alert and penetrating for an old woman. ‘Go on your way, beautiful lady, go on your way and beware of red roses! The rose is a dangerous flower … it does not just hold the blossom, it also has thorns.’
After both gypsies had disappeared back up the hill towards the camp, Luz hurried home in a kind of haze. To Carmela’s dismay she evaded dinner and went straight to her room. She sat for a long time on the veranda, looking out over the beautiful vista before her without seeing it, ruminating on this painful confusion that was so unfamiliar to her. The waves crashed on to the rocks in the soft light of the fading day. Something had been unleashed in her that she dearly wished she could return from whence it came. Nothing made sense and nothing gave her comfort.
That night Luz’s dreams of fire returned, all-consuming this time, and she could not walk out of the flames.






Indiscretion

by


Hannah Fielding

Published by London Wall Publishing
August 4, 2016 Paperback $11.99


Written in Fielding’s signature style, infused with an old-school Hollywood glamour, Indiscretion evokes the drama and passion of 1950s post-war Spain.

1950’s London. Alexandra, a young writer is bored of her suffocating but privileged life amongst the gilded balls and parties of Chelsea. Keen for an adventure, Alexandra travels to Spain to be reunited with her estranged Spanish family on a huge estancia in Andalucía. 

Arriving in sun-drenched southern Spain for the first time, Alexandra is soon caught up in the wild customs of the region. From bull fighting matadors and the mysterious Gypsy encampments in the grounds of the family’s estate, to the passionate dances of the region and the incredible horsemanship of the local caballeros, Alexandra is instantly seduced by the drama and passion of her new home.  

When Alexandra inevitably falls for Salvador, the mercurial heir to her family’s estate and the region’s most eligible man, she finds herself entangled in a web of secrets, lies and indiscretion.  Alexandra soon falls prey to scheming members of her own family, the jealousy of a beautiful marquésa and the predatory charms of a toreador, all intent on keeping the two lovers apart.  

But nothing can prepare Alexandra for Salvador’s own dangerous liaisons with a dark-eyed Gypsy.
Can Alexandra trust that love will triumph, or will Salvador’s indiscretion be their undoing?




Legacy

by


Hannah Fielding


Published by London Wall Publishing
March 2, 2017 Hardback $26.99
ISBN 978-0-9932917-7-7





The new book from award-winning romance novelist Hannah Fielding
A story of love, intrigue and redemption
The third book in her sweeping Andalucían Nights Trilogy

Summer, 2011 – A troubled young journalist goes undercover in Spain, and finds her loyalties tested when love and desire unearth secrets she hadn’t bargained for.

When Luna Ward, a beautiful ice-blonde graduate, is commissioned by a leading New York science journal to investigate the head of a Spanish alternative health clinic, she jumps at the chance. But her life becomes far more complicated once she meets the man she has been tasked to expose. Luna finds Rodrigo de Rueda Calderon to be a brilliant, outspoken oncology specialist with irresistible, dark gypsy looks and a devilish sense of humour. The pair are irrevocably drawn to each other, but how can she give herself up to a passion that threatens to topple all reason? And how could he ever learn to trust the person who has kept her identity from him, even though he has a terrible secret of his own?

The lovers unearth dark and brooding dramas in their family histories, binding them together in a web of intrigue that threatens to bring their lives toppling down
 



  The Echoes of Love

by Hannah Fielding

Published by London Wall Publishing
June 30, 2016 Paperback $11.99

Venetia Aston-Montague has escaped to Italy’s most captivating city to work in her godmother’s architecture firm, in the hope of recovering from a broken heart. For the past ten years she has refused to let herself fall in love, only to be caught off guard during carnival when she is rescued from armed thieves by a charming Italian, Paolo Barone.

Drawn to the powerfully attractive Paolo, and despite warnings of his ladies-man reputation, Venetia can’t help being caught up in a passionate affair. When she finds herself assigned to a project to refurbish his magnificent home deep in the Tuscan countryside, Venetia not only faces a beautiful young rival but dark reminders of her past, determined to come between them.

Can Venetia trust that love will triumph, even over her own demons? Or will a carefully guarded, devastating secret tear them apart?



About the Author 
Hannah Fielding is an award-winning romance author, who grew up in Alexandria, Egypt, the granddaughter of Esther Fanous, a revolutionary feminist and writer in Egypt during the early 1900s. After graduating she developed a passion for travel, living in Switzerland, France and England. After marrying her English husband, she had little time for writing while bringing up two children, looking after dogs and horses, and running her own business renovating rundown cottages.  Hannah now divides her time between her homes in England and the South of France.

She has written four novels, all featuring exotic locations and vivid descriptions: Indiscretion and Masquerade (the first two titles in the Andalucían Nights Trilogy set in Spain); Burning Embers (set in Africa); and The Echoes of Love (set in Italy). Hannah’s books have won many awards, including Gold Medal for romance at the Independent Publisher Book Awards and Silver Medal for romance at the Foreword Reviews IndieFab Book Awards (The Echoes of Love), and Gold and Silver Medals for romance at the IBPA Benjamin Franklin Awards (Indiscretion and Masquerade). Indiscretion has also won Best Romance at the USA Best Book Awards.