I’m so pleased to have the fabulous Grace Burrowes on my blog again!! After her tremendous success with her traditionally published books, she is dipping her toe into indie-publishing with her latest book, Trenton! Part of her well loved Lonely Lord’s series! Grace will giveaway one copy of Trenton to one of you who leaves a comment telling her you want the book!
So, without further to do, here is Trenton’s lovely cover!
Personally, I don’t need more than that! But here is the blurb:
After a short, troubled marriage Trenton Lindsey, heir to the Wilton earldom, becomes a widower with three small children. His year of mourning leaves him adrift, until his brother Darius forces him to take a repairing lease at Trent’s country estate. Social conventions require Trent to call on his recently widowed neighbor, Elegy Hampton, Lady Rammel, and as friendship develops, consolation of an intimate sort tempts them both. Just as Trent acknowledges the joy and pleasure to be shared with Ellie, an unseen enemy threatens him and Ellie, too. Can he reach for the love Ellie offers, when someone is trying to take his life?
Finally the excerpt:
Trenton: Lord of Loss
All the way to Wilton Acres, through the shady bridle paths and farm lanes of Surrey, to the busier thoroughfares and cultivated fields, into the rich farmland of Hampshire, Trent considered a single, unexpected kiss.
Ellie—in his mind, she was Ellie now—had murmured some quiet platitude in response to his blurting out his widowed status. She’d gamely resumed their negotiation thereafter, not even fixing herself a cup of tea until they’d agreed to meet upon his return from Wilton Acres and decide on details: She’d see to borrowing the stallion from Greymoor while Trent sent word to his solicitor to draft an agreement.
Then she’d walked him to the door of that cozy little parlor, leaned up, and kissed his cheek in parting.
And he, in a complete and irredeemable display of masculine miscalculation, had turned his head, to cadge another little whiff of her scent. Their mouths had brushed, caught, paused and then…
His mouth had come awake for the first time in years, startled into awareness by the unexpected softness of her lips on his. The rest of his body had followed at a roaring gallop, until he’d wrapped his arms around her, gathered her close, and reveled in a kiss so unneighborly, so unchaste, she’d been panting and dazed when he’d let her step back, likely horrified to the soles of her slippers.
Trent should have been horrified, too, and likely would be, when he had to see Ellie again, though first he hoped to talk himself out of wanting to kiss her exactly like that, over and over and over.
He’d been starving for such a kiss, going mad, shutting down, function by function, to cope with the ache of its loss from his life.
And he did ache, bodily, because Ellie had kissed awake his long-dormant lust, and now he could not argue or ignore it back to sleep. In hindsight, Trent could see all the instants she’d leaned on him or taken his arm, the times she’d been close enough to touch, the moments she’d allowed his body a little too near hers. His awareness had been stirring restlessly the whole while, threatening to come back to life, one sniff, one lean, one smile at a time.
Like a flaming spill touched to a well-oiled wick, a single kiss had him adjusting himself in his breeches two days later and completely unable to focus on the upcoming days at Wilton. Ellie’s taste haunted him, for he’d driven his tongue into her mouth with no thought to teasing preliminaries, no pausing to silently ask permission. That kiss had been the most aggressive, glorious, erotic kiss he’d ever bestowed on a woman, and she’d been too stunned to do more than allow it.
He dismounted and jogged beside his horse in an effort to exercise off his lust, though he was soon winded and back in the saddle. He’d gained another mile in the direction of Wilton Acres, and no distance at all from his memories of Ellie Hampton and the desire they inspired.