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  • First Kiss Friday with Ramona Elmes – Sherry Ewing


    Welcome to my blog and another First Kiss Friday! My guest today is Ramona Elmes who has an excerpt from A Rekindled Attraction. We hope you enjoy this first kiss scene. Happy reading, my lovelies!

    Excerpt:

    London – November 1852

    Bennett Hendricks, the Earl of Bromley, had a problem, and he wasn’t sure how he was going to fix it. He stood, hiding in an alcove. The spot was a rather magnificent place to disappear as the alcove was shielded from the ballroom crush by a monstrously large potted plant. He pondered his next steps. His mother, unconcerned with checking with him first, had declared to all the marriage-minded mothers that he was shopping for a bride this season. He. Was. Not.

    Bromley wasn’t against marriage. In truth, he imagined himself married someday. The issue was when he took the time to consider who he would wed, there was only one lady suitable. He frowned. Perhaps suitable was the wrong word. Plenty of ladies would suffice from a society standpoint. But there was only one woman he loved and desired. But until a few weeks ago he’d almost forgotten he desired Leonora Walker.

    Even to himself, it seemed far-fetched that a man could forget his hunger and want for another, but Bromley had done it. It had started when she’d married more than a decade ago. He’d spent many nights convincing himself that what he thought he felt for Leonora was a figment of his imagination until he eventually believed it. Even after she was no longer married, Bromley didn’t allow himself to hope for more than friendship. Then something happened. Something that Leonora didn’t want to speak about, and he suspected, scared her so much, she was now acting as his mother’s full-time assistant in his bride hunt.

    They’d kissed and what was once forgotten became ferociously remembered. It had all been so innocent at first. They’d snuck off to his library to share a drink together, escaping the ball his mother was hosting. From a society standpoint, their actions could be perceived as scandalous, but they weren’t young innocents. Bromley was thirty-three and Leonora was thirty-two.

    They’d entered the room laughing and flopped down on a sofa next to each other. Leonora had brought up some drivel about a lady who would make a fine bride. He’d asked her about a potential new husband for her and she’d blushed, saying her marriage days were over. Gentlemen didn’t marry women who were divorced. It would be too scandalous.

    Still, that wasn’t what sent them careening down this path so different from just being childhood friends. He closed his eyes, remembering.

    “Brom, do you know the worst part?”

    “No, love.”

    “All the years I was married, not once did I feel desired or wanted. Doesn’t that seem dreadful?”

    “You have never shared a kiss with someone other than the man I refuse to call your husband.”

    He looked at her. She was a beautiful woman and had become more stunning with the passage of time. Her blonde hair framed a heart-shaped face and her eyes sparkled. Laughter and merriment often lurked in them. Well, at least it did since she stopped being married to her ass of a husband.

    She shook her head. He gently grabbed her chin, tilting her face towards him. “Leonora, you are a very desirable woman.”

    Her mouth parted and her pink tongue darted out, wetting her bottom lip. His body stirred and without thinking of the consequences, he dipped his head down, pressing his lips to hers. Her soft, yielding mouth beckoned him to explore more. He teased her mouth open while pulling her closer. A gasp escaped her, and he snuck his tongue into her mouth, playing an enticing game with her.

    He groaned and moved a hand down her back before caressing her hip. She pulled away, looking at him, bewildered. Her eyes drifted back to his lips, and he leaned in to taste her again. The movement appeared to shock her back to her senses. She jumped up, likely remembering who he was, who she was, and that they did not do these things together. Leonora looked at first as if she would say something, but instead darted from the room.

    Bromley sighed and pushed the memory away. He’d tried to talk to her about the kiss, but she’d said it was best forgotten. The problem was Bromley had barely been able to suppress his feelings for Leonora before she was married. Now, she wasn’t. He scowled. Leonora would never consider anything more between them because she was divorced due to scandalous circumstances. He didn’t give a damn.

    Yes, she was one of the few ladies in the history of England to obtain a divorce, and Parliament likely only granted it so others could save face and forget about the man who swindled the ton. Prior to being carted off to America to pay for crimes there, Leonora’s husband Tobias Walker had taken massive amounts of money from several lords and then promptly spent it, instead of investing it, as he promised. Society wanted to simply forget about the man.

    “I can see you,” the woman he was contemplating said on the other side of the potted plant.

    He grabbed her elbow and pulled her back into the alcove. “How did you spot me?”

    “You are wearing a vibrant green jacket. Do you really think I wouldn’t be able to find you? We can’t stay here. People will talk if they see us.”

    “Let them talk,” he said mulishly.

    She sighed as if dealing with a child. “You can’t hide here all night, Bennett.”

    He sulked. “Don’t call me that. Only my mother uses that name.”

    Bromley hated his given name and never went by it. He knew she was using it to irritate him.

    She rolled her eyes. “Fine. Still, you need to come out and mingle.”

    “I’ve danced with more ladies this evening than any other man here. I feel like a trinket every lady wants to acquire.”

    Her full lips tilted up in a smirk. “Poor Bromley. Come walk with me at least.”

    “Promise me we will circle the room at least twice without you making me speak to some young lady?”

    She rolled her eyes. “I will do my best.”

    He supposed he couldn’t ask for more than that. He held his arm out and they discreetly moved back into the room. Leonora sighed, “If you are trying to hide from all these ladies, maybe you should tone down your clothing.”

    Bromley was known for wearing rather bold colors. What could he say? He liked them. Everyone looked better to him in vivid hues. His eyes darted to Leonora, who was in a muted rose colored ball gown. His friend looked beautiful, but in a bright red or vivid rose, she’d have men falling all over her. Perhaps, he should be happy she appreciated the art of the subtle.

    “There must be one lady who has struck your fancy?”

    They rounded a corner. He leaned closer. “How about I will share with you my thoughts on ladies, when you talk to me about our incident in my library a few weeks ago?”

    A blush tinged her cheeks. She frowned at him. “It was an unfortunate mistake. We probably had too much brandy.”

    “We’ve had far more brandy together than that.”

    She looked away but finally turned back and whispered, “We shared a moment. It isn’t something that can happen again. We are too good of friends to have a liaison. You need to be focused on finding a respectable match, and I don’t fall into that group.”

    He opened his mouth to disagree with her, but she held up a hand. “No matter what you say, a divorcée is not a true consideration for a proper gentleman. Deep down, you know this. Can we talk about your realistic options?”

    Bromley stopped, causing Leonora to stumble slightly. He helped steady her, then frowned down at her. “Who gets to decide that? I’m not sure I agree with you.”

    Her green eyes he loved so much widened in surprise. She sputtered. “Bromley, stop talking nonsense. There are so many lovely ladies looking for a husband right now. Be practical.”

    Bromley stared at her, disappointment filling him. “Do you really want me to be?”

    She swallowed, drawing his eyes to the beautiful swan-like neck he very much wanted to run his mouth down. “It was just a kiss. Nothing more. You’ve kissed a plethora of women.”

    “Leonora—”

    “Lady Beatrice, may I have a moment of your time?” she asked as the young woman walked by.

    The lady’s eyes widened in confusion. Leonora smiled at him and said, “Excuse me, Lord Bromley.”


    A Rekindled Attraction
    By Ramona Elmes

    Welcome to the Ball of Sin series, featuring four steamy novellas set around a decadent annual masquerade ball in Victorian England. Gossip suggests every year a secret matchmaker does everything in their power to encourage one couple to realize their one night together of fun and vice is only the beginning of their happily ever after. Meet the matchmaker’s next couple:

    Lord Bromley has always loved his childhood friend Leonora Walker and was shattered when she married a decade ago. In a shocking turn of events, Leonora is now divorced, and London society has deemed her unsuitable for any proper gentleman. Frustrating Bromley, she is unbothered about the prospect of never marrying again and more interested in playing matchmaker for him.

    An unexpected searing kiss between them confirms for Bromley that his feelings aren’t one-sided. Unwilling to have anyone but her, he secretly arranges for her to attend the most notorious ball of the season. He has one night to show Leonora that friendship is only the beginning of what exists between them.

    The series is in the same character world as the Nouveau Riche series.

    Buy Linkhttps://books2read.com/u/mqaV2Q

    About the Author:

    Since stealing her first historical romance novel from her mother more than twenty years ago, Ramona Elmes has been all in on the genre. Her infatuation with the historical and steamy stirred her to write her own romances.

    Ramona loves to write happily ever afters set in the Victorian era. She believes this period makes an exciting backdrop for fast-paced storylines, steamy moments, dramatic endings, and memorable characters.

    When not creating ways to entice and torture her characters, she spends her days in Georgia coordinating her family’s crazy life, refereeing pets, hiking, and reading on her front porch.

    Reading is hands-down her favorite way to relax, and she is an avid reader of all romance subgenres. Give her a dramatic storyline, a grand declaration, and heart-filled steamy moments, and she is in.

    To get updates on Ramona’s books, follow her on Amazon, Facebook, Instagram, or her website.

    Find Ramona at:

    Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RamonaElmes

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  • First Kiss Friday with Sara Adrien & Tanya Wilde – Sherry Ewing


    Welcome to my First Kiss Friday blog. Today’s guests are Sara Adrien and Tanya Wilde who have an excerpt from their book Dare To Tempt An Earl This Spring. We hope you enjoy this first kiss scene. Happy reading, my lovelies!

    Excerpt:

    A sudden urge to run a finger along the line of his face filled her, but more than that, a reckless urge to kiss him. She could hardly believe herself, yet there it was, a wild temptation that made her fingers twitch. But then, once she set her mind on a task, she gave it her all. And, well, Ashley refused to miss the perfect opportunity to grab the man by the lapels and boldly rob him of his breath!

    So, she did just that.

    She yanked him to her, planting her lips firmly on his. The man had the gall to speak of virtue. Well, then, she would have the gall to kiss this vexing mouth into submission! His heart would, hopefully, follow soon enough. 

    His body tensed beneath her, his hands coming to rest on her waist, probably unsure of whether to pull her closer or push her away. But he didn’t push her away. She wanted to take charge, to sculpt this impulsive moment into something she controlled. But no. Linsey met her passion with an intensity that startled her, a force that left her breathless. His hand cradled the back of her head, a tender gesture that contrasted with the hunger in the kiss.

    So good.

    Ashley’s senses reeled, torn between the desire to lead and the unexpected thrill of being met with equal force. The air around them pulsed with the heat of their intertwined spirits; even as she fought for control, she couldn’t deny the electricity sparking from his touch, setting her every nerve alight.

    Ashley’s senses spiraled, caught between her desire to command and the thrilling shock of his equal thirst. The air between them crackled with electricity, pulsing with heat and tension, every touch sparking a fire along her skin. She could feel the strength in him, the restrained power beneath the gentlemanly bearing, and she hated how much she liked it.

    She was in his lap.

    Her weight pressed him back into the corner of the bench.

    Then why, oh why, did it feel as though he had taken complete control of their kiss? Over her senses?

    No! Ashley wouldn’t allow it.

    Her free hand cupped the back of his head, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss, intent on reclaiming the reins. She was not one to yield easily!

    But then… Oh. His teeth grazed her lower lip before his tongue pushed in. Her heart stumbled, skipping a few beats.

    And then it stopped altogether.

    The man could kiss.

    And how he could kiss!

    Every breath, every movement of his lips against hers sent a dizzying thrill through her, unraveling her will power in a way she hadn’t foreseen. This wasn’t a mere kiss. It was a claiming. And it was far too spellbinding.

    Ashley had never been so bewildered before.

    How was it possible that his mouth could simply touch hers, and her insides leapt with a giddy thrill?

    No, it wasn’t merely that.

    It was a heady blend of sparkling contact, a fiery dance of tongues, and his intoxicating scent overpowering her senses. Her heart had ceased its rhythmic beats, and her lungs forgot how to draw in air. Breathless and dazed, Ashley’s bones turned to cotton. Kissing like this, the man certainly didn’t seem like the villain who would send another man fleeing from London.

    He seemed like just the right man to hold her in his strong arms and kiss her for as long as she existed. Anyone who claimed a woman like that—claimed her like Thomas did—would surely be—

    And then it was over.

    He pulled away and stared down at her. Ashley stared back, no words ready to fire from her tongue. Was this what they called speechlessness?

    Oh dear, it was horrible!

    The tips of his fingers brushed over his mouth. “What did you just do?”

    “I, I kissed you.” And you devoured me back. She suddenly laughed. “Why? Are you scared?”


    Dare To Tempt An Earl This Spring 
    by Sara Adrien and Tanya Wilde

    She plans revenge. He wagers his future. But neither bets on love.

    Lady Ashley never imagined she’d lose the love of her life because of a heartless wager. And she knows exactly who to blame for her heartbreak. Thomas, the Earl of Linsey, has it all—wealth, prestige, good looks, and his prized thoroughbred horses. Determined to exact her own kind of justice, Ashley hatches a daring scheme to steal the one thing he values most. But as she enters his world, she discovers an infuriatingly charming man with unruly wit and a passion that stirs something deep within her. The closer she gets to stealing his horses, the harder it becomes to shield her heart.

    Thomas, the irresistible Earl of Linsey, is a man bound by secrets and a wager that will change his life. If he doesn’t marry before his 25th birthday, he’ll lose more than his dignity to a ruthless rival. But even as time passes, he focuses on preparing his horses for the Royal Ascot. That is, until Ashley saunters into his life. With her sharp tongue and undeniable allure, she’s both the distraction he doesn’t need and the woman who ignites a fire he can’t ignore. Yet Thomas begins to suspect Ashley has ulterior motives, and untangling her secrets may cost him more than his treasured horses.

    Their battle of wits sparks undeniable passion, but when deception and betrayal come to light, will Thomas and Ashley risk it all for a love they never saw coming?

    Step into a world of glittering ballrooms, fiery attraction, and scandalous secrets in the first book of this steamy Regency romance series by #1 bestselling authors Sara Adrien and Tanya Wilde. Perfect for fans of enemies to lovers, sizzling romance, and the thrill of sweet revenge. Don’t miss this captivating series starter filled with witty banter, dangerous stakes, and a love worth fighting for!

    Read in Kindle Unlimited!

    Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0F4GW8238

    Note: This series is part of Dragonblade’s Flame line, so this is a scorching-hot read with open-door steam.

    Wedding Fever Series:

    Book 1: Dare to Tempt an Earl This Spring
    Book 2: How to Lose A Prince This Summer
    Book 3: How To Seduce A Duke This Autumn
    Book 4: Ways To Kiss A Marquess This Winter

    About the Authors:

    Sara Adrien

    Bestselling author Sara Adrien writes hot and heart-melting Regency romance with a Jewish twist. As a law professor-turned-author, she writes about clandestine identities, whims of fate, and sizzling seduction. If you like unique and intelligent characters, deliciously sexy scenes, and the nostalgia of afternoon tea, then you’ll adore Sara Adrien’s tender tear-jerkers. 

    For more information and exclusive sneak peeks, new releases, and more, sign up for Sara Adrien’s newsletter at www.SaraAdrien.com

    Tanya Wilde

    Award-Winning and International Bestselling author Tanya Wilde developed a passion for reading when she had nothing better to do than lurk in the library during her lunch breaks. Her love affair with pen and paper soon followed, after she devoured all their historical romance books! When she’s not meddling in the lives of her characters or pondering names for her imaginary big, white greyhound, she’s off on adventures with her partner in crime.

    Wilde lives in a town at the foot of the Outeniqua Mountains, South Africa. You can read a bit more about her at www.authortanyawilde.com

    Social media links: 

    Free companion Scrapbook: https://dl.bookfunnel.com/d7hj45yo6p
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  • First Kiss Friday with Cerise DeLand – Sherry Ewing


    Hello and welcome back to my First Kiss Friday blog! Today I have my dear friend Cerise DeLand who will share an excerpt from her novel Lie Down With A Lyon that releases April 30th. I just love all the books in the Lyon’s Den Connected World and we know you’ll love Cerise’s next contribution. And that cover! So swoon worthy. Happy reading, my lovelies, and enjoy!

    Excerpt:

    He stepped around her, his height and breadth a barrier between her and the wind. He lifted her chin. His tormented gaze deepened to a river of regret as the gathering clouds blocked out the sun. Catching her wrists, he pressed the palms of her hands to the flat of his chest. Beneath her flesh, his own pounded. “If I could, I would marry one woman.”

    She could not bear to ask if that lady was her. Oh, but she could hope. “What deters you?”

    “She and I are star-crossed.”

    “Can that chasm not be bridged?”

    He brought her hands up to his lips, and the journey they took began with the press of his lips to one wrist, then the other. “No,” he rasped. “She is not mine to have.”

    “How…how do you know?” 

    He opened one palm and licked the skin. She trembled at his ardor. 

    “She wants, she deserves, more than I can give her.” 

    “Sometimes,” she ventured, caught between desire and propriety, “love can grant more to a relationship than circumstances provide.” She had no knowledge of that, no understanding. She had heard it whispered among her childhood friends in Crawford’s school, or read of it in books that were in essence fairytales for adults. 

    He hooded his eyes as he bent and nipped the pad of one thumb, then the other. His lips stirred fresh, hot hunger in her blood. 

    She threw back her head, her eyes squeezed shut. “Please stop.”

    He circled her waist with both arms and pulled her against him. His lips in her hair, he whispered, “I can’t.”

    ’Twas then she threw all caution to the windy afternoon, reached up, and caught his cheeks. Sliding up against the bulwark of his fabulous body, she put her lips to his. 

    No man had she ever kissed. She knew not how, exactly. But in that moment, instinct was her guide and she took his lips, parted from him, and took them again. He groaned and crushed his mouth on hers. Heaven, at once, appeared before her. 

    He was fierce in his claim. Ravenous. His arms were iron, his lips a brand, his tongue a fierce probe she met with a cry of delight. He’d said he was not married. He was gentle, persuasive—an animal who took and gave. He’d said he could not marry because the one he desired was so different. But in the command of his kiss, the claim of his tongue, the groan from his throat, he declared how he wanted her.

    She believed him. His fierce possession of her. His words. 

    And she let him have her. All of her. Her lips, her teeth, her heart. How could he not want to claim her? She wanted all of him!

    He broke their kiss. 

    She gasped for air and marveled at the look on his face.

    He was enchanted—torn and furious. He cupped her shoulders. His voice a rasp, he said, “I must go.”

    Dazed, she let him steady her on her feet. Insulted, heartbroken, she fought for sanity. He would leave her? After this? Was he a fool?


    Lie Down With A Lyon: Lyon’s Den Connected World
    By Cerise Deland
    Releases April 30th
    Preorder for $0.99

    He loved her from the moment he saw her… but she was his enemys daughter.

    Dáire O’Neill never expected to fall in love—especially not with the daughter of the man who ruined his family. But one chance encounter with Blanche changes everything. Her kindness, her laughter, her strength… He’s utterly smitten.

    Yet, bound by honor and pride, Dáire refuses to court her. Their friendship is the most he can allow himself.

    Blanche Lyon has worked tirelessly to distance herself from her father’s sordid legacy. With a thriving business and a spotless reputation, she dreams of a future filled with stability—and maybe even love. When the man she secretly hoped would offer for her stays silent, she turns to Mrs. Dove-Lyon to find a husband.

    But Blanche’s father has other plans—and the man he’s chosen will ruin everything she’s built.

    Dáire knows he can’t have Blanche… but he also can’t let her be sacrificed to a future she doesn’t deserve. To save her, he must break his own heart—and perhaps hers.

    💔 He’ll never possess her, but he’ll set her free from everything she despises. Even him.

    BUY LINK: https://amzn.to/43zXI25

    About the Author:

    Cerise DeLand loves to write about dashing heroes and the sassy women they adore. 

    But you knew that! 

    Did you know that she’s known for her poetic elegance and accuracy of detail? 

    That she’s an award-winning author of more than 50 novels and was first published in 1991 by Kensington, then Pocket Book, later by St. Martin’s Press and independent presses? That her books have been monthly selections of the Doubleday Book Club and the Mystery Guild? Right. And she’s won awards. Lots of them. Need details? WREite to her. She’ll send you the list!

    To research, she’s dived into the oldest texts and dustiest library shelves. She also travels abroad, trusty notebook and pen in hand, to visit the chateaux and country homes she loves to people with her own imaginary characters. 

    And at home every day? She cooks. Never dusts. Goes swimming or pumps iron once a week and tries (desperately) to grow vegetables in her arid backyard in south Texas! She’s valiant. And dedicated.

    So are her heroines and heroes!

    Find Cerise here:

    Cerise’s Website
    Cerise’s Amazon Author Page
    Find Cerise in all these places, too!



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  • First Kiss Friday with Deb Marlowe and a Giveaway! – Sherry Ewing

    First Kiss Friday with Deb Marlowe and a Giveaway! – Sherry Ewing


    Welcome to my First Kiss Friday bog. We’re thrilled you can join us today. Today’s guest is Deb Marlowe who a first kiss scene between Niall Kier and Kara Levett, the two main characters in her Kier and Levett Mystery Series—Victorian Mysteries with a Slow Burn Romance. Deb is also offering a giveaway so be sure to read all the way to the end. Leave a comment to be in the running and enjoy this excerpt. Happy reading, my lovelies, and good luck!

    Excerpt:

    When they pulled up before the house, Niall craned to look out, but there was no sign of Turner or any of the other servants. The hour must be late indeed. Gently, he reached out to wake Kara.

    She came awake slowly. Turning her head, her eyes opened. She caught sight of him and gave a sleepy, contented smile.

    It made his heart twist painfully.

    The bond of their friendship ran deep. How much better might it be, if he were he free to take it further? What might it be like, to open his eyes every morning to that smile? To know the day ahead—all the days ahead—would be full of her wit and laughter and talent and beauty?

    He longed to find out. And his urge to follow that thread was growing as strong as the worries that prevented it.

    He climbed down and turned to assist her. The bracing night air prodded her awake, although she gave a great yawn that left him smiling.

    She squeezed his hand. The carriage moved on, heading for the stables. They stood alone in the dark, with the sky full of the sparkling beauty of a multitude of stars and his heart full of conflicting emotions.

    “Thank you, Niall.”

    It was thanks offered for more than his help out of the carriage. He heard the breadth of her meaning in her tone.

    He smiled in answer, returned the squeeze and let her go.

    With a sigh, she began to move toward the house. He watched her for a moment, before turning toward his forge and the loft above.

    The sound of her footsteps in the gravel stopped.

    “Niall?”

    He turned around. She faced him, her hair coming down a little on one side and wafting in the night breeze. He drank in the beauty of her. She was a mad combination of exuberance, stubborn determination, extraordinary vision and the lovely sweetness of her soul. It almost hurt to look at her.

    And suddenly, she was moving. Lifting her skirts and racing toward him. As she drew closer, she let go and reached out—and leapt into his arms.

    He caught her. Staggered back a step. And her lips were on his and he was lost.

    Her fingers were in his hair. Her legs wrapped around his waist. He braced one hand across her back to hold her close and the other beneath the curve of her bottom, to keep her, high and hot and pressed against him, with her mouth locked to his.

    She’d gone soft and pliant. Need sprang to heated life in his chest and he felt the answering sensation in her. Together, their longings rose and combined, whirling between them, spiraling higher and fueling the fervent, dangerous beauty of their kiss.

    She was inexperienced. He showed her subtly, delicately, how it was done. An enthusiastic pupil, she let him coax her mouth open. Their embrace deepened, transforming this encounter into something more demanding and desperate. Something that fought and railed against the cold knowledge of its fleeting nature.

    She moaned, a low sound of aching want, and he clutched her closer still, wishing he could pull her right inside, so that this might never end.

    But end, it did. She pulled away and looked down at him, her face filled with sorrow.
    Slowly, he let her drop, felt the forbidden slide of her down the front of him. But he could not let go, not yet. He bent his head so that their lips hovered close.

    “I wanted to know,” she whispered. “When you are long gone and I am lying awake, making myself miserable with what might have been, I want to know exactly what I will be missing.” She ducked her head, pressing against his chest and gripping him tightly for a moment, before looking back up, her expression gone stern. “Perhaps I wanted you to know, too.”

    She whirled, then, and was gone, running for the house.

    Links:

    The Kier and Levett Mysteries take place in Victorian London. Miss Kara Levett is an artist and creator of automatons and case clocks. Niall Kier is a forge artist from the Highlands with secrets in his past. Follow them to Victorian London as they explore art, science, their own romance . . . and murder.

    www.amazon.com/dp/B0BTRP6LVM?binding=kindle_edition&r

    https://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/%22The+Kier+and+Levett+Mystery%22?Ntk=P_Series_Title&Ns=P_Series_Number&Ntx=mode+matchall

    About the Author:

    USA Today Bestselling Author Deb Marlowe grew up with her nose in a book.  Luckily, she’d read enough romances to recognize the hero she met at a college Halloween party—even though he wore a tuxedo t-shirt instead of breeches and boots.  They married, settled in North Carolina and raised two handsome, funny, and genuinely intelligent boys.

    A Golden Heart winner and Rita Nominee, Deb writes Victorian Mysteries, Regency Romance and Regency Fantasy Romance.  A proud geek, history buff, and story addict, she loves to talk with readers!  Find her discussing books, movies, TV, recipes and Men in Boots on Facebook, Instagram, BlueSky and Pinterest.

    Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/deb.marlowe

    Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/debmarlowewrites/

    BlueSky: debmarlowe.bsky.social

    Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/DebMarloweWrite/

    Giveaway!

    Deb will give away an autographed copy of A Killer in the Crystal Palace and some fun Kier and Levett swag.  Just comment and tell us:  If you could be a professional artist, what kind of art would you create?

    Giveaway open through the weekend.  Winner chosen on Monday!





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