Release Day Giveaway~The Undoing of a Libertine

To celebrate the release of The Undoing of a Libertine on Tuesday (February 7th), I’m giving away a copy of the book.  To enter, all you must do is leave a comment on this blog and an email where I can find you. Winner will be announced that evening after other pressing duties are fulfilled, ie:  day job, taxi service for teenagers, meal preparation, etc.  What happened to my champagne and celebratory dinner?  I’m sure that got forgotten by accident.  Surely I will come home to a surprise party…  *snickers*

Attention please…  Aretha is the winner of a copy of The Undoing of a Libertine.  And all I have to say is thank the gods for because I would never be able to choose a winner on my own.  Congrats, Aretha and happy reading~

Now for a little tease of what’s inside this marvelous book.


Georgina started to drop, and Jeremy reached out his arms instinctively. He got to her just before she hit the floor. Her head lolling back, limp and lifeless in his arms—he realized she’d fainted dead away.

Carrying her over to the chaise, he laid her down carefully, supporting her neck. He poured water from the pitcher and wet his handkerchief to press against her cheeks and forehead. Her skin looked pale, and she felt thinner to him. She hadn’t weighed enough when he’d lifted her. Please don’t let her be ill, he prayed, feeling himself break into a sweat. He should have never accepted her refusal last time, should have been with her all these weeks.

An errant thought popped into his mind that she looked just like Sleeping Beauty from the fairy tale. Caressing her face, he said, “Wake up, Sleeping Beauty. Georgina, please wake up!” He shook her a little, still calling her name before he couldn’t wait another second. Cupping both sides of her face, he tilted her so he could reach her mouth and brought his own down close. Jeremy’s lips met Georgina’s lips. Velvety. Warm. So sweet.

Time stopped dead, or maybe he’d just died and gone to heaven. He was kissing an angel, and he could smell roses. The touch of her breath brushed into him, the taste of her infused his blood with incredible need. Cradled in his hands, he kissed her over and over. And for a beautiful instant, all was well in the world. It truly felt like it because she opened her eyes just then and spoke to him.

“Is it really you?” Her voice sounded deep and a little rough.

“You fainted,” he said, stupidly. “I kissed you, and you woke up. Are you well?” he croaked, feeling like he might need to lie down himself.

“I—I thought you were going to be—” She shook her head as if to clear it. “I never thought you’d come back here, or want me.”

“I can’t do anything else, and I don’t care about—what has happened in the past, other than you being hurt by it. I do want you. I want you, Georgina. Marry me. Be with me.”

Libertine Lover…sold!

Got the call yesterday that my second novel will be published by Siren Bookstrand in 2012.  Digital in February and yes…wait for it…in print by June!  I am so happy about that.  To actually hold the printed book will be something.  At least for me it is.   Libertine is a Victorian-Noir romance with an unlikely hero who falls for a girl that may be too damaged for his wicked ways.  His transformation was fun to write.

Here is an excerpt from Libertine Lover~

Lamia on Her Knees... John William Waterhouse

The squall which had sprung up escalated as the minutes ticked by.  Jeremy could tell the moment she spotted him though.  She slowed noticeably as if unsure whether to continue in his direction.

Pulling his horse to a stop, he dismounted.  “Miss Georgina Russell, I believe.”  He inclined his head in greeting.  “Do you remember me?  I am—”

“I remember you, sir,” she cut him off, eying him stonily.

An attempt at lightheartedness compelled him to ask, “What’s my name then?”

“You are Mr. Greymont, my brother’s friend.”  Her eyes fluttered down and away from him.  They were golden eyes, glowing amber and liquid, like the smooth scotch whiskey he favored, swirling in a cut glass.

“Well done, Miss Georgina.  I am just on my way to your house now.  I’ve been invited for the—”

“Shooting party,” she interrupted, her eyes returning back to him, but still so very solemn.  That was twice now she had stopped him mid-speech.  This girl before him was wary, on edge.  If he didn’t know better he’d say she seemed almost afraid of him.  She was a wholly different person than he recalled, greatly changed.  Georgina had grown up most fair for truth, but in her manner she had definitely altered.

“Please allow me to take you home on my horse.  Samson here is so strong he won’t even notice he’s carrying the both of us.”  Jeremy reached up a hand to give the great horse an affectionate pat on the neck.  “He’s gentle as a lamb around ladies.”

“No, sir.”  She shook her head gently, making the cool rain dripping off her nose look absurd.

“I must insist.  This rain is piss—”  He cleared his throat and tried again, cursing himself for speaking so coarsely.  “Um, the rain shower, it’s quite fierce at the moment.  You realize you shouldn’t subject yourself to the wet chill longer than need be.  Think of your health.”

She looked hesitant, unsure, shifting her weight as she stood there sizing his offer.  Sizing him up.

 He knew the uncontrollable urge to convince her.  “I intend to get out of this rain myself, Miss Georgina, and I cannot do that if you won’t come with me.  I’ll not leave you here alone on the road in a downpour,” he told her determinedly.  “Come with me.”  Jeremy reached out his hand to her.  “You know who I am.  It’s all right.”

She stared at him, her eyes darting, as if making a decision to trust him or bolt back into the woods.  Just like a nervous filly.  She bit the corner of her bottom lip, probably having no idea how charming she looked in her indecision.  Her lips were dark pink and full, puckered at the corner of her mouth where her teeth came together with flesh in between.  How do those lips taste, I wonder?  Will I ever know?  I want to know.

Jeremy smiled gently, bobbing his arm that extended the hand.  “You are safe with me.”

Those were the magic words apparently.

She stepped forward.