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Today you’ll find an EXCLUSIVE excerpt from Seductive Surrender by USA Today Bestselling Author Collette Cameron and An Affair with a Spare by Bestselling Author Shana Galen to jump start your weekend along with a fabulous giveaway too! This book released in May so one-click your copy now and get ready for a great new book adventure!
A rhythmic, bone-jarring rocking had bile rising high and burning the back of his throat. His stomach growled and roiled as much from hunger as the eye-crossing, thundering ache hammering his skull.
Not dead then, but probably concussed.
He took a quick mental inventory.
I’m Dugall Kester Hugh Ferguson of Craiglocky Keep.
I’m four-and-twenty years old, and the youngest child of Hugh and Giselle Ferguson.
My brother is Laird Ewan McTavish, and I’m his solicitor and steward.
Bloody damned maggoty hell . . .
He’d been robbed on his way to Edinburgh.
Stupid as turnips, thieves.
Did they really think he’d carry Craiglocky’s monthly receipts on his person? All they’d absconded with was a pocket watch, his dirk, and a few bank notes.
And he knew at least one of their names.
With Ewan’s vast connections, they’d almost certainly be apprehended and count themselves lucky if only deported to Australia.
He’d bet his beloved stallion, Bran, he’d broken a knuckle or two—likely all—fighting off the three ambushing scunners last night.
Had they only used fists, Dugall might’ve prevailed, but they’d carried clubs and daggers, too. He’d readily dispatched one, but a blow to the back of his head ended his fight.
He dared to slit one swollen lid open and tentatively stretched his legs, seeking other injuries.
What the h—?
Eyes flying open, he jerked upright. At the abrupt movement, discordant agony speared his pounding skull again with the ferociousness of a battering ram.
Holy God in heaven.
Clutching his head lest it topple from his neck, he gulped against a crushing wave of nausea and blinked away the gray closing in, dusty black specks flitting before his eyes.
I willna pass out again.
Inhaling a restorative breath, he shut his eyes until the dervish in his head stopped spinning. His movements tentative and controlled, he again assessed his situation.
Stout rope secured his ankles and wrists, and he lay stuffed into the corner of a wagon loaded with several chests, boxes, burlap bags, and oddly shaped cloth-wrapped bundles. What looked like a carriage lap robe covered him from waist to calves.
Given his missing neckcloth, the robe and the padding behind him, someone had attempted to make him somewhat comfortable as the wagon bumped along, threatening to dislodge his head from his shoulder with each new divot in the road.
He lifted his bound hands and, jaw braced, gingerly touched his forehead. Encountering a bandage, he frowned.
Ach, his cravat.
The last thing he remembered after regaining consciousness and staggering from the forest was a coach and four barreling down on him.
Then nothing—until now.
He licked parched lips and closed his eyes for a long blink, willing the tormenting, brain piercing, thundering in his head to ease a jot.
God, what he wouldn’t give for a drink of water. Or better yet, a tot or two of Ewan’s superb whisky.
A sudden vision of coppery red hair framing a creamy, perfectly oval face from which glinted two turbulent bottle-green, umber lashed eyes, clambered to the forefront of his mind.
Ach, the ravishing ginger-haired angel.
He skewed his lips into a tiny arc—as much as he dared given his pummeled face.
No, angels abided in heaven, and haloes of shimmering red hair didn’t frame their faces.
But she’d been far too bonny to be a deamhan.
He’d dreamed he’d gone to hell, and that exquisite face had floated over him.
He could still smell her sweet, fresh essence. Oranges and vanilla and flowers. Could see the smattering of coppery freckles on her perfect little upturned, rather saucy nose, and her peach-tinted rosebud mouth bent compassionately. The flecks of gold simmering in her arresting eyes lit a receptive, spine-jolting spark deep in his chest.
Despite his sorry state, his c&*k pulsed.
A familiar snort sounded near his ear.
Och. Thank God. Bran.
He’d feared for his equestrian friend.
Dugall’s relieved grin promptly transformed into a grimace as agony speared his face once more. He sucked in a raggedy breath. Devil take it. He might have to add a broken jaw and nose to his list of injuries.
“Ah, you’re awake. Good. You’ve had us all quite worried.”
Riding Bran, the red-haired vision patted the stallion’s withers. Head slightly cocked—the black feather in her quaint impractical hat perched at a jaunty angle atop her glorious mass of red curls—she regarded him, her vivid green-eyed gaze curious but wary.
She possessed an unusual accent; like nothing he’d ever heard before. Soothing and lyrical, soft around the edges, and the slightest bit annoying in the manner it lengthened all of her words.
Like cold heather honey dripping from a spoon, sweet and syrupy, yet maddeningly unhurried.
“Your horse is magnificent. Truly one of the grandest I’ve ever seen, and my grandpapa raised Thoroughbreds.”
Astonishment fueling him, Dugall summoned the strength to sit up straighter. Teeth clamped against the razing torture the movement caused, he raked his gaze over her shapely form.
AUTHOR BIO:A USA Today bestselling, award-winning author, Collette pens Scottish and Regency historicals, featuring rogues, rapscallions, rakes, and the intelligent, intrepid damsels who reform them. You’ll always find dogs, birds, occasionally naughty humor, and a dash of inspiration in her sweet-to-spicy timeless romances.A member of Novelist Inc., Romance Writers of America, as well as several RWA chapters including The Beau Monde, Hearts Through History and Rose City Romance Writers, Collette admits to a quirky sense of humor, enjoys trivia and inspiring quotes, adores castles and anything cobalt blue, and is a self-confessed Cadbury chocoholic.Her motto for life? You can’t have too much chocolate, too many hugs, too many flowers, or too many books. She’s thinking about adding shoes to that list.Connect with ColletteGet a free book! Subscribe to my Regency Rose Newsletter: https://www.subscribepage.com/theregencyrose
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In this excerpt from An Affair With a Spare, Rafe Beaumont, youngest son of an earl and former member of a special troop of British soldiers receives an unexpected assignment from his former commanding officer.
“I have an assignment for you.”
A sensation much like a mild bolt of lightning flashed through Rafe. “For me?”
Rafe could not believe his good fortune. Finally! His chance. “But the war is over.”
“There are still dangerous people about, and the Foreign Office asked if I knew anyone who could take this assignment.”
“And you thought of me?” Rafe cleared his throat. “I mean to say, of course I came to mind directly.”
“Is it dangerous?”
Rafe blinked. He hadn’t been expecting Draven to answer in the affirmative. Neil had rarely given him dangerous assignments during the war. Although Rafe had argued once or twice that slipping in and out of the bedchamber of one of Napoleon’s men, persuading his wife or mistress to reveal secrets, and slipping back out again without being caught was not without peril, it was not quite the same thing as running across a field while cannonballs exploded around you.
“Good.” Rafe clapped his hands together. “I have been wanting something to do besides chasing after women and attending social outings. What is it you need me to do?”
Draven smiled. “Attend social events and chase after a woman.”
Rafe sighed and sat back again. “And if I refuse to accept the assignment?”
“I don’t recall asking for your acceptance.”
“You’re no longer my commanding officer.”
Draven crossed his arms over his chest. “Would you like me to change that?”
“No.” Rafe knew as well as anyone Draven had connections in the highest spheres. One word to the Regent and Rafe might be back in uniform patrolling the Canadian frontier. “Tell me about my new assignment.”
Draven sat back. “Her name is Collette Fortier.”
“Fortier? Why does that name sound familiar?”
“Because her father was one of Napoleon’s most successful assassins.”
“And? If I remember correctly, Fortier is dead.”
“Yes.” The hackney slowed and Draven peered out the window. “I want you to find out more about his daughter.”
“How am I to do that?”
“We believe Collette Fortier is in London. We further believe she may be calling herself Collette Fournay and claiming to be a cousin of Lady Ravensgate.”
“Suspected French sympathizer and dear friend of Marie Antoinette’s daughter.”
“You are acquainted with Lady Ravensgate?”
“Not personally, but I’ve heard rumors. Is Lady Ravensgate taking Mademoiselle Fortier out in public?”
“I danced with the woman in question not a quarter hour ago, a woman Lady Ravensgate introduced as her cousin, a Miss Fournay. Your mission is to ascertain whether Miss Fournay is, in actuality, Collette Fortier, and if it is she, what she is doing in London. If she’s spying—and I think from my encounter this evening that there is a very good chance of that—discover what information she hopes to unearth and determine what she knows already.”
“And then you kill her.”
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He’s turned seduction into an art form…
Rafe Beaumont, fifth son of an earl, uses his irresistible charm with the ladies to glean dangerous war secrets. Now he’s putting those skills to the ultimate test: capturing an elusive assassin by seducing his daughter. The problem? She’s entirely immune to Rafe’s flattery.
Never before has Collette Fortier met a man as attractive as Rafe. But her father’s life is at stake, and succumbing to Rafe would be disastrous. But when Rafe turns the tables on her, offering support and friendship instead of a fleeting affair, Collette finds herself tempted in ways she never could have imagined…
Shana Galen is a three-time Rita award nominee and the bestselling author of passionate Regency romps, including the RT Reviewers’ Choice The Making of a Gentleman. Kirkus says of her books, “The road to happily-ever-after is intense, conflicted, suspenseful and fun,” and RT Bookreviews calls her books “lighthearted yet poignant, humorous yet touching.” She taught English at the middle and high school level off and on for eleven years. Most of those years were spent working in Houston’s inner city. Now she writes full time. She’s happily married and has a daughter who is most definitely a romance heroine in the making.
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