I’m so pleased to welcome Kensington mate and fellow Regency author, the fabulous Sally MacKenzie. Sally will give away a copy of her latest release, Loving Lord Ash, to on commenter who says they want the book!
As always we’ll start with the cover.
Then the blurb:
A Little Misunderstanding…
If all that hasn’t convinced you what a great book this is, we have an excerpt!
Kit hauled himself up to stand and tore his gaze away from Jess’s lovely naked body. Not that he needed to look at it. He was quite certain it was burned into his memory.
He stared at a fat cherub perched on the mantel instead. Yes, think of the spiritual, the noncorporeal, the chaste. His body was having none of it. He stepped around the foot of the tub to get closer to the fire, turning his back to Jess to restore her privacy–and his own. His cock was far too prominent.
He shivered. But the cold air and uncomfortably wet clothing would help cast a literal damper on his physical enthusiasm. “If you don’t mind, I think I’ll stand here until you are finished. I’m afraid I’ll take a chill–and ruin the leather on the chair–if I return to my previous place.”
“Oh, yes, of course.”
Did she sound a little disappointed that he’d pulled away from her? No, that was likely only wishful thinking.
“No, no. Take your time. Did you find the soap? I’m not quite certain what happened to it when I fell.”
There was some splashing, and then she said, “Yes, here it is. It somehow got under my . . . er, that is, I was sitting on it.”
“Ah.” Her lovely, rounded arse, which was below her narrow waist, which was below her two beautiful–
Even the damp and the chill couldn’t keep his cock down. “I’m glad you found it.”
“And I promise to use it quickly.” There was a great quantity of splashing. “Shouldn’t you remove your wet clothing?”
God give him strength. “All my clothing is wet, Jess. I cannot think you wish me to stand here naked.”
“Oh. N-no, of course not. You would be shivering terribly. I’m almost done. I just need to rinse the soap out of my hair and–” She paused.
He watched a piece of ash float up the chimney. “And what?”
There was more splashing, and then she finally answered him.
“Do you have a spare banyan I could borrow? I’ll need to sit in front of the fire to dry my hair, and I obviously can’t do that now. But if I put my clothing back on, my dress and other things will get soaked.”
He had only one banyan, but he was happy to lend it to her. He certainly wasn’t going to use it. He was going to bathe and dress as quickly as he could, and then flee the room before his cock persuaded him to do something very stupid. “Of course.”
He rescued his banyan from his valise and walked back toward the tub, keeping his eyes on the ground so he didn’t trip again–or stare at Jess. “Are you ready for it?”
“Just a moment. Let me just get my towel. I–oh!”
God or the devil or some other divine being clearly was determined to tempt him past sanity. He snapped his head up in time to see Jess catch her foot on the side of the tub and start to fall. He dropped the banyan and extended his arms to catch her as her naked, wet body came crashing into his.
USA Today bestselling author Sally MacKenzie writes funny, sexy romances set in her favorite time period (other than the present): Regency England. Her novella, “The Duchess of Love,” was a 2013 RITA® finalist, and two of her books—The Naked King and Bedding Lord Ned—made ALA Booklist’s top ten romances for their respective years. Many of her books are available in audio format, and her stories have been translated into Czech, French, Indonesian, Japanese, Norwegian, Portuguese, Romanian, Russian, Spanish, and Turkish.