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About the Book:
The Redemption of the Shrew, Scandalous Kisses, Book 4:
The Redemption of the Shrew, Scandalous Kisses, Book 4:
Nothing
is more painful than rejection—particularly when completely naked!
Gloriana
Warren doesn’t want to wait for marriage. Beneath her shrewish exterior is a
kindhearted woman who uses her fortune for good. It doesn’t matter that the man
she’s set her sights on claims impoverishment. She’s in love and determined to
marry him. But her attempt at a moonlight seduction ends in disaster.
French
marquis Philippe de Bellechasse has had it up to his gorgeous dark eyes with
being pursued by lusty ladies. His escape to England from the violence of the
French Revolution took a toll on his finances as well. Gloriana may be
gloriously naked, but he’s just not ready to submit to her seduction.
When a precious family artifact is stolen, Philippe must convince Gloriana he’s
not the guilty party. He’ll steal it back for her, but on his terms. Gloriana,
believing he despises her, has plans of her own. Working at odds is dangerous,
but working together can be more so. Is Philippe willing to risk his heart
again for a deliciously tempting shrew?
Genre: Historical Romance
Purchase Links:
Universal Amazon link: https://bookgoodies.com/a/B07F3F7Y92
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So, what are readers saying about this book?
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"Two hot headed and obstinate lovers who seem to be unable to come to terms with their attraction, lots of manipulation and misunderstandings which make for heartache and (at least for me) laughter but lots of tears too." - LexySky, Amazon
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"A wonderfully scandalous love story. An engaging read full of action and suspense and most definitely an HEA." - Joyffree, Amazon
A
clandestine meeting, particularly where nakedness is involved, is best arranged
for a moonless night.
Or
so Gloriana Warren told herself, for her mother would never have uttered such a
scandalous dictum. Unfortunately, it was tonight or never. Tomorrow, the man
she had sworn to love forever would leave Lancashire and return to
London—without her. They wouldn’t be able to marry for years because of his
stupid scruples about money.
Men
and their tedious pride! She and the Marquis de Bellechasse loved one another.
They shared the same lofty ideals. She had a substantial dowry. Marrying now
made sense. Not only that, her mother would die happy.
So
Gloriana was taking matters into her own hands. She had planned the upcoming
encounter in glorious detail—every word, every gesture. As she emerged from the
summerhouse to greet him, he would stand and stare at her, transfixed by her
beauty.
“Darling
Philippe,” she would say, reaching for him, offering herself without reserve.
“Love is eternal. It cannot, must not be denied!”
“Ah,
ma belle,” he would respond, his hand on his heart, his voice throbbing with
desire. “I adore you. What a fool I was to think we could wait for years. Even
another minute is too long. Tonight, I shall make you mine!”
She
would fling herself into his waiting arms, swept away on the tide of his
passion.
She
wasn’t sure exactly how it would go after that, apart from plenty of kissing,
but judging by her previous experience of Philippe’s kisses, it would be the
most thrilling experience of her life.
She
sneaked out the French doors, arms full of blankets, and glanced back up at
Garrison House. Not a glimmer of candlelight showed in the windows. She hurried
through the rose garden and skirted the lawn, keeping to the bushes and out of
the moonlight. In the secret room under the summerhouse, she and her darling
Philippe would be safe. Tomorrow they would announce their engagement to Mama.
They would send for a special license and be married within a week.
Ten
minutes later, she had set up a makeshift bed under the summerhouse and removed
all her clothes. Shivering more from excitement than from the chilly night air,
she waited for Philippe to arrive.
Tonight
would be the most perfect night of her life.
~~~
The
Marquis de Bellechasse left his horse in a convenient copse and made his
careful way forward, pausing at the edge of the trees. Garrison House was
reassuringly dark, but moonlight reflected off the ripples on the lake. The summerhouse
gleamed white on its little knoll, exposed on all sides. He paused, listening.
No sound disturbed the darkness except a nightjar complaining from a nearby
oak. He hoped and prayed no one else was up and about tonight. He couldn’t
afford to get caught with Gloriana Warren, but nor could he bring himself to
ignore her passionate plea to see him once more before they parted.
He
loved her—to the point of folly, judging by his current behavior. He had
already said farewell, and yet here he was, trespassing on her brother’s estate
at midnight to say it again. He dreaded her inevitable tears.
The
door to the summerhouse stood wide open, which meant Gloriana was here already.
Fine. Best to get it over with now. He took a deep breath and set out across
the lawn.
He
had almost reached the doorway when she came into view, rising from out of
nowhere, her face pale, her hair loose around her bare shoulders. He halted,
staring, his heart thundering. She continued to rise, her breasts round and
luscious in the light of the moon. His eyes slid helplessly down the curve of
her hips to the darker patch at the apex of her thighs . . .
Mordieu.
He shook his head and began to back away. “No, chérie. We must not do this.”
She
set her feet on the floor—she must have emerged from a trapdoor—and beckoned
with those sweet arms, smiled with those lush lips. “Philippe, my darling,
please come to me. I love you so much.”
“No,
ma belle, I cannot.”
“But
love—” She faltered, then continued toward him, arms wide. “Love is eternal. It
must not be denied.”
Sacrebleu,
she was declaiming like a shoddy actress on the stage. The thought revolted
him. Surely his idealistic Gloriana could not cheapen herself so. Anguished, he
put up his hands to fend her off. “It is not possible, Gloriana. Not yet. It
would not be right.”
She
hurried forward, her breasts jiggling enticingly. “Truly, we mustn’t delay. My
mother may not have long to live, and seeing me married well is her dearest
wish.”
He
didn’t care in the least about old Lady Garrison, who was the worst sort of
snob. He shook his head. “No. To wait is best.”
“Philippe,
I cannot wait. I need you now.” She reached for him, her nakedness inches away.
He
gritted his teeth and took another step backwards. His imbecile body was
reacting to her, but he had long ago gained control over its demands. “I am
sorry, but I must go.” He turned away.
She
wailed, a sharp, keening sound, and immediately a shout came from nearby. Her
brother? No, he was in London. A gamekeeper?
Whoever
the man might be, he was lurking here on purpose. So much for love, Philippe
thought. Gloriana was just another lust-crazed woman trying to trap him into
marriage. He turned and ran. Pursued by shouts and then shots, he reached his
horse and galloped away.
Wow! Indeed, quite scandalous for the time period!
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About the Author:
Winner
of the Holt Medallion, Maggie, Daphne du Maurier, Reviewer’s Choice and Epic
awards, Barbara Monajem wrote her first story at eight years old about apple
tree gnomes. She published a middle-grade fantasy when her children were young,
then moved on to paranormal mysteries and Regency romances with intrepid
heroines and long-suffering heroes (or vice versa).
Barbara
loves to cook, especially soups. She used to have two items on her bucket list:
to make asparagus pudding and succeed at knitting socks. Asparagus pudding
proved to be pretty horrible, and she is too fumble-fingered to make socks. Now
she just sticks with writing books. She lives near Atlanta, Georgia with an
ever-shifting population of relatives, friends, and feline strays.
Winner
of the Holt Medallion, Maggie, Daphne du Maurier, Reviewer’s Choice and Epic
awards, Barbara Monajem wrote her first story at eight years old about apple
tree gnomes. She published a middle-grade fantasy when her children were young,
then moved on to paranormal mysteries and Regency romances with intrepid
heroines and long-suffering heroes (or vice versa).Author Links:
Website/Blog: http://BarbaraMonajem.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/barbara.monajem/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/BarbaraMonajem
Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Barbara-Monajem/e/B002XPTTFC/
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3270624.Barbara_Monajem
Google+: https://plus.google.com/101480509939343040900
Barbara's Books:
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