Please welcome historical author Alanna Lucas back to the blog!! Alanna is here to tell you about her latest release, Wish Upon a Waltz. And she will give away a copy to one of you who tells her you want it!
We begin with the lovely cover.
Now the blub.
Quiet lady’s companion Anastasia Quintin understands her place in society and wishes for no more than the life she has undertaken…until a fateful house party for the Earl of Huntingdon gives her one night, one dance, one chance at all of her discarded hopes and dreams.
ONE NIGHT, ONE DANCE, ONE CHANCE
At twenty-five, Anastasia Quintin has resigned herself to live in quiet seclusion as companion to Miss Albryght, but one lost wager by her headstrong bookworm of a mistress soon requires Anastasia’s return to the society from which she hides. Her first event in eight years is to be a house party in honor of the recently entitled Earl of Huntingdon, hosted by his haughty old grandmother.
Having come to his title by tragedy, the handsome Huntingdon is new to the ton, but he is not new to Anastasia. Dante St. Clair is the very man who long ago stole her heart and thereafter dashed all her hopes and dreams. He is the man she must never let discover her identity, but whom she can no more avoid than a moth can a flame. One waltz will destroy her, and for it, Anastasia will risk everything…and win.
And an excerpt.
“Damn,” she muttered the unladylike word. Anastasia turned around, but refused to look at him, instead keeping her gaze settled on the pristine white marble floor. This was the moment she had been dreading. She would not give him the satisfaction of knowing her.
With caution, he approached her. “It is you,” she heard him sigh with relief. “Anna, where…?”
Anastasia raised her eyes to his. She saw the pain and despair in his eyes. Good. She steeled her nerves. He would not crush her hopes and dreams beneath fairy tale promises. She had to stay strong. “I’m sorry to have to correct you Mr. St. Clair, but my name is not Anna.” She had not been called by that name in over eight years. That person no longer existed; like he had said, she was dead.
Confusion streaked across his face. He took a hesitant step toward her and began to extend his hand almost as if he intended to touch her. Did he think her a ghost?
She backed up several steps. Anastasia fumbled for words. “I best be returning to my friends.”
“Wait,” he pleaded. He continued to gaze at her, to look deep into her eyes, searching. Anastasia knew she should walk—no, run—away, but she couldn’t. The longer he stared, the faster her heat beat. “Please, Anna.”
“For the last time,” she said with all the frustration that was brewing inside, “I am not Anna. That woman is dead.” She blinked quickly trying to fight back the tears. She would not let him see her cry. Anastasia turned to run from the room and almost collided with Gibbs.
“Pardon me, Lord Huntingdon. Lady Huntingdon has requested Miss Quintin’s presence in the south parlor.”
Anastasia whipped around and stared at him. Lord Huntingdon? Dante St. Clair was the Earl of Huntingdon. Her world started to spin, humiliation the catalyst.
Alanna Lucas grew up in Southern California. From an early age, she took an interest in travel, incorporating those experiences into her writing. When she is not daydreaming of her next travel destination, Alanna can be found researching, spending time with family, or going for long walks. Alanna Lucas is a member of the Romance Writers of America, East Valley Authors, The Beau Monde, and Celtic Hearts Romance Writers.
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