Please welcome Heather Boyd to the blog!! Heather is going to tell you about her new book, Keepsake! She’ll also be giving away one copy to someone to leaves a comment telling her you want the book!
As always we begin with the lovely cover!!
Now the blurb:
A BATTLE OF WILLS…
When the Marquess of Taverham married at eighteen, he was certain his life would be smooth and well ordered—right up till the moment his exuberant bride ran away on their wedding night, never to be seen again. Ten years later, when Kit is finally prepared to set his rash marriage aside by having his wife declared dead, she makes a shocking return, still beautiful but distrustful, and once more throws his life off-balance by refusing to live with him and resume their marriage.
…A WAR OF PASSION
Despite some lingering attraction, Miranda Reed has no love left for the heartless rogue she married. Older and wiser, she refuses to be a convenient wife for a man who expects everything to be his way with no care for her feelings. Keeping her husband at arm’s length is essential; her secrets will bring him to his knees. But in a battle of wills where hope and trust are both the prize and the casualty of war, the victor isn’t always the winner. Sometimes it takes an act of rebellion to recapture a fragile love.
And an excerpt:
As they rumbled off down Drury Lane, an angry male voice, Taverham’s certainly, called out to the coachman to wait. Thankfully, the driver remembered his instructions and did not obey her husband’s shouted command but instead continued on their way into the heart of Mayfair via a circuitous route designed to avoid notice.
Miranda was a little impressed that Taverham had troubled himself to chase after her. The ordering everyone about was always expected when one dealt with the marquess.
Daventry cleared his throat. “Lovely evening, isn’t it?”
Despite her desire not to reconnect with her husband’s set too closely, she smiled warmly at her unwanted companions. “Daventry, you really are droll.”
“Among friends one can be himself.” Daventry caught his wife’s hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “Taverham will be angry.”
“Better angry than a man twice married.” She’d thought long and hard about her decision to go to the theatre tonight and prevent Taverham from confirming to the world that there was no obstacle in marrying the widowed Lady Brighthurst. It was imperative that her life and their marriage not be set aside. Her needs must come first this time.
“True,” Lillian said softly, her brow crinkling with worry. “I am sure he would not have cared for that outcome.”
Miranda peered out the window at the candlelit windows they passed. She’d only just come up to London, but the prospect never changed. Fine exteriors hid the filth and lies beneath. Once Miranda had been oblivious to such deceptions but no longer. “Does he care for anything but his own concerns?”
Daventry leaned forward. “He cared for you.”
Miranda shook her head. “Not enough and perhaps not at all. My dowry was all he truly needed from me.”
Daventry remained close. “Surely you knew he needed the money desperately. That couldn’t have been the reason you left. What did he do to drive you away?”
Miranda opened her fan, stirred the air against her face, then closed it again. She would never tell a soul just how deeply she’d been misled and how much it had hurt her to be so badly used. Surely by now his closest friends knew where Taverham’s real affections had always resided? “’Tis not the right time for such a question to be answered. I’ve accomplished my goal.”
“To stop Taverham from starting up with Lady Brighthurst now she’s widowed and clearly interested in him?”
Ah, so Daventry did know what had been going on all along, since before her marriage. The memory of discovering Taverham seducing Lady Brighthurst, his mistress, on her wedding day still turned Miranda’s stomach even now.
She grimaced in distaste at the memory of her farcical wedding day and her shock at discovering the identity of Taverham’s mistress. A mistress everyone but her had likely known of even before that day. A pity no one had thought to warn Miranda of the unbreakable attachment before she’d given her innocence to Taverham. She’d been so naïve. She’d pledged to love, honor, and obey him, hoping he could love her as much. There could be no love and certainly little honor to be so deceived.
Yet now that Miranda was older and wiser, his affair with Emily meant little in the scheme of things. Taverham could have his mistress. She’d not stand in his way as long as she wasn’t subjected to the woman’s company. She sighed softly. “All I need to do is stop him from declaring me dead.”
Bestselling historical author Heather Boyd believes every character she creates deserves their own happily-ever-after, no matter how much trouble she puts them through. With that goal in mind, she writes sizzling regency romance stories that skirt the boundaries of propriety to keep readers enthralled until the wee hours of the morning. Heather has published over twenty novels and shorter works. Catch her latest news http://www.heather-boyd.com. She lives north of Sydney, Australia, and does her best to wrangle her testosterone-fuelled family (including cat Morpheus) into submission.
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