Today I’m spotlighting historical author Callie Hutton. Callie is promoting her book wonderful book, The Elusive Wife. She’s also giving away a copy to one lucky commenter who tells her she wants the book!
First she has a lovely cover to show you. Look at that gown!
Now for the blurb:
Log Line: The Earl of Coventry wants to annul his forced marriage to pursue the lovely Lady Olivia. She has no intention of telling him she’s already his wife.
Jason Cavendish, Earl of Coventry, is trying to discreetly locate his unwanted and abandoned bride among London society to request an annulment. However, he doesn’t remember what she looks like because he was blind drunk at his arranged wedding, and hasn’t seen her since.
The fascinating Lady Olivia has captured the Earl’s attention. Newly arrived from the country to stay with her school friend for the Season, she is appalled to discover that her husband, Lord Coventry, doesn’t even recognize her. She’s not about to tell the arrogant arse that she is his wife. Instead, she flirts with him by night, and has her modiste send her mounting bills to him by day.
Will Coventry discover that the woman he wishes is pursue is actually his elusive wife? And if he does, will Olivia welcome him with open arms?
Just in case you need more, Callie has graciously provided an excerpt:
“Dare I hope you saved a dance for me?” Jason covered her
hand and brought it to his lips, his eyes twinkling as he met hers.
Why did this man affect her so? She should hate him for what
he did to her, but instead she melted at his touch and got lost in his
eyes. “Yes, I believe I have one or two left.” She smiled, irritated at
the breathless sound of her voice.
Jason reached for the small card dangling from her wrist. “A
“I’m sorry, my lord, but all four are taken.” Heat rose from
her middle to spread to her face. She fought the urge to hurry to
the French doors and gulp in air.
He turned the card over. “Lord Carstairs won’t be able to
take his waltz, so you may put my name in his place.” He flashed
her a lazy smile he most likely had perfected to get his own way
since he was in the cradle. Bowing slightly, he left her and headed
toward the gaming room.
“What is it you wish to say to me, my lord?”
“You made a fool of me, madam.” He spoke with quiet emphasis.
She raised her chin. “Indeed? May I remind you of your
condition at our wedding? Any appearance of foolishness remains
solely on your part, my lord.”
Jason shifted, and then resting his palms on the bench, on
either side of her hips, leaned over her. “Why didn’t you tell me
who you were?”
“One better, my lord.” She tilted her head back to put more
distance between them. “Why didn’t you know who I was?”
He stood and ran stiff fingers through his hair. “I didn’t
remember you because I was drunk.”
“Ah.” She breathed out the word. “Your state of inebriation
at our wedding spoke volumes of your respect for me, and the
vows you spoke.”
“I didn’t know you then.”
She rose and attempted to move around him. “You don’t
know me now, my lord.”
Jason stormed into the library of Stafford’s townhome and
stopped, feet braced apart, his hands fisted at his sides. “Dammit,
Drake, it’s her.” He glared at his best friend.
Drake put aside his book. “Who is her?”
“Lady Olivia,” Jason growled.
“You’re not making sense. Who or what is Lady Olivia?”
Jason ran his fingers through his hair. “Follow along, man.
Elizabeth’s esteemed house guest, the lovely Lady Olivia, is none
other than Lady Jane Grant. My wife!”
Drake stared at him for a moment, his jaw slack. “Lady Jane
and Lady Olivia are one and the same?”
Jason nodded, his jaw clenching so hard it ached. Never in his
life had he been made such a fool.
Drake grinned. “Let’s see if I understand this. For weeks
you’ve been twisted in knots trying to find a mysterious woman.
You had no idea when she arrived in town, who she was staying
with, and even what she looked like. Were you to find this elusive
woman, you intended to coerce her into an annulment—not sure
you even had grounds for one—so you could pursue the lady, it
turns out, you are already married to. Does that about cover it?”
Drake threw his head back and roared with laughter.
In a flash, Jason blindly struck out, his fist landing square on
his friend’s chin. Drake and the chair tumbled backwards, feet up
in the air.
Callie has been making up stories since elementary school, and writing gave her a way to turn off the voices in her head. After having a number of articles and interviews published in newspapers and magazines, she took on what she’d always dreamed of. Writing that book. She currently has a number of both historical and contemporary romance books published. Visit her website for more information. http://www.calliehutton.com
She currently lives in Oklahoma with her husband and adult children who move in and out with alarming regularity. Add three rescue dogs and the household is complete—and full. She enjoys hearing from her readers, and would love to have you visit her on Facebook.