Please welcome Historical author Collette Cameron back to the blog! Collette will give a copy of her new release, Triumph and Treasure, to one of you who tells her you want it.
As always, we’ll start with the lovely cover.
Now the blurb.
A disillusioned Scottish gentlewoman.
Angelina Ellsworth once believed in love—before she discovered her husband of mere hours was a slave-trader and already married. To avoid the scandal and disgrace, she escapes to her aunt and uncle’s, the Duke and Duchess of Waterford. There, Angelina learns she is with child and poses as a widow, hoping the cur she married won’t find her as he’s sworn to do. Determined to establish a comfortable life for herself and her unborn child, Angelina vows she’ll never allow her emotions or a man to victimize her again.
A privileged English lord.
Flynn, the Earl of Luxmoore, leads an enchanted life. Powerful, charming, and perpetually cheerful, he’s wooing the woman he hopes will soon be his countess. His well-laid plans are crushed when his father, the Marquis of Bretheridge, commits suicide after losing everything to the Duke of Waterford in a gaming wager. Stripped of all but his title, Flynn is thrust into the role of marquis as well as provider for his disabled sister and invalid mother. Unable to pay his father’s astronomical gambling debt, Flynn faces social and financial ruin.
Waterford suggests a repugnant solution to Angelina and Flynn’s dilemmas. The duke will forgive the entire debt if Flynn marries Angelina. Desperate to protect his family, Flynn accepts Waterford’s proposition, though it borders on blackmail. Reluctant to marry a stranger, to protect her unborn child and escape the clutches of the madman who still pursues her, Angelina agrees to the union—but only for a year.
Can Flynn and Angelina salvage anything from a marriage neither one wanted, or will they go their separate ways when the year ends?
And last but not least, the excerpt.
Angelina had no business taking note of any gentleman’s appearance, especially his mouth. And what in heaven’s blessed name was she doing sitting in a tree, talking with him as if they were making polite conversation in a drawing room? She didn’t even know his name, for pity’s sake.
“Can you get down yourself?”
He dismounted. After removing his gloves and hat, he placed them on the same boulder she’d used for her stockings. He spied her discarded belongings, his gaze pausing on a stocking dangling from a bush. A purely masculine smile bowed his mouth.
Mortification swept her.
He held his riding crop as he purposefully made his way to the tree. He placed a booted foot atop the branch resting on the ground. “Here, I’ll come up.”
“No, I can manage perfectly on my own. You assure that devil keeps his distance.”
Sure-footed, Angelina edged along, her bare feet gripping the limb beneath her. Her injured toe protested, but the pain was unimportant. She must make haste. It wouldn’t do to be discovered with a man without a chaperone present.
The stranger released a hearty chuckle and raised the crop. “That’s what this is for. One or two sound smacks on his muzzle usually does the trick nicely.”
“And what happens if it doesn’t do the trick?” She maneuvered the last few inches to the fork in the tree.
The gentlemen pointed the crop at the tree. “We run for it. He’s not named Deamhan for nothing.”
She sniffed. “Deamhan? Oh, that’s Scottish?”
“Yes, Gaelic for demon.”
“A most fitting name. Only Satan would be more appropriate.”
Shoving hair off her face, she stepped onto the lowest limb and hesitated a moment before taking his outstretched hand. She nearly jerked hers away when a jolt of sensation vibrated clear to her shoulder.
Once safely on the ground, she disengaged her hand. “Thank you.”
“I’d bow before I introduce myself, but I don’t trust him.” Gesturing toward the dozing bull, the man flashed perfect white teeth.
Of course they were. Just like Charles’s. And what a bounder he’d turned out to be.
Don’t trust men with nice teeth.
She met the gentleman’s curious perusal.
Buy link: Amazon
Award winning, Amazon best-selling author historical author, Collette Cameron, has a BS in Liberal Studies and a Master’s in Teaching. Author of the Castle Brides Series and Highland Heather Romancing a Scot Series, Collette writes Regency and Scottish romances and makes her home in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and five dachshunds. Mother to three and a self-proclaimed Cadbury Chocolate chocoholic, Collette loves a good joke, inspirational quotes, flowers, trivia, and all things shabby chic. You’ll always find dogs, birds, quirky—sometimes naughty—humor, and a dash of inspiration in her novels.
Her motto for life? You can’t have too much chocolate, too many hugs, or too many flowers.
She’s thinking about adding shoes to that list.