Blurb
Daughter
of an infamous murderer, Ivy Wollard now wields knives instead of
needlepoint to survive in a society where no one wants her. When the
Marquess of Blackbourne comes along and ruins her chance at a better
life, she decides she’d rather have her toes eaten by eels than
agree to his proposed scheme. There’s no way her surrender has
anything to do with the mesmerizing angle of his jawline or the
wicked twinkle in his eyes.
But
Asher Blackbourne has a secret. He knows it’s just a matter of time
until he goes mad and loses his illustrious title, so when Ivy falls
into his path, he realizes he could use her to keep his house of
cards from falling down. If every illicit touch between them doesn’t
drive him mad first, that is.
Yet
Ivy cannot escape her grisly legacy and the dark desires of her
father’s admirers. What if violence runs through her veins, and no
one who gets close is safe? Mayhem will descend as this rake finally
falls for the enigmatic woman who might be just his brand of
poison…Er, cure, of course.
Excerpt
“That
was my favorite pen,” Blackbourne remarked in a low tone, looking
at the broken quill and ink flooding the polished wood surface of his
desk and nearby papers. He rose suddenly from his chair, forcing Ivy
to back away a step until her derriere came up against the edge of
the desk.
She
gasped as his full height loomed over her. Her hands grabbed the edge
of the desk as his legs pressed into her skirts.
Perhaps
she had gone a bit too far.
“I
liked that pen,” he purred, his hand coming up to stroke her face.
She
gulped. “I like my privacy.”
“Are
you going to replace my pen?”
“Are
you going to un-read my letters?” she replied, trying not to stare
at the way his lips moved as he spoke in the smoky voice that
strummed along her nerves like a cello’s bow.
He
let out a bark of laughter. “Perhaps it’s too late to stop for
either one of us,” he said, and Ivy knew he spoke of things other
than pen and paper.
“It’s
been too late for a long time,” she breathed, the fabric of her
dress chafing the puckered tips of her breasts as his chest came up
against hers.
His
eyes flashed as he pressed her further backwards, hands positioned
flat on the desk on either side of where he had her trapped. “I’m
going to ruin your dress now.”
Ivy
sucked in a breath as he lifted her onto the desk, ink smearing over
her skirts and the palms of her hands. She didn’t mind that outcome
one bit…
About the Author
Win
Hollows is a multi-award-winning romance fiction writer who still
believes that love conquers all. She currently lives in Colorado with
her own real-life hero and their three fur babies. Her passion is
writing stories about love and intrigue and will continue to do so as
long as characters keep having conversations in her head. Hollows’
other interests include traveling to places with delicious food and
languages she can’t speak, having wilderness adventures, and, of
course, reading! She loves connecting with readers and fans on
Facebook, Instagram, and through her website at www.winhollows.com.
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Hollows is giving away a $10 Amazon/BN GC to one lucky reader during
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3 comments:
This sounds like great fun! A heroine who's the daughter of a murderer!
Thank you for hosting!
Thank you for hosting, Lisabet! I hope you get a chance to enjoy the book, as it was a lot of fun to write!
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