We're excited to be today's stop on Jenn LeBlanc's The Wicked Blog Tour! The last time Jenn visited with us she was wearing her dual author/photographer hat. Have you checked out her photography website? Such a talented lady! Today, Jenn joins us to tell you about her new six part serial novel and some terrific giveaways you can have a chance to win - the Grand Prize is awesome! - simply by leaving a comment. Each comment must include a valid email address to be eligible - complete rules found here. Take it away, Jenn!
Hello ladies!! Let’s dish shall we? Tomorrow is my birthday so I’m feeling a little spry, I’m going to do something completely different.
This coming Tuesday I am reading at the Denver Lady Jane’s Salon, which is REALLY exciting. SO here’s the deal. I’m going to give you an EXCLUSIVE excerpt fom the new book, but you have to tell me whether you think it would make for good reading at the salon!! (if you are in Denver PLEASE come, because it is such a blast.)
So without further ado (and with the name of the heroine changed because it is a super secret) the first excerpt from SUBMISSION : The Rake And The Recluse : Part Five
The sway of the train, the graceful speed with which it moved, was erotic. It swayed the body as opposed to jerking it around like one was in a carriage. It passed over the country easily, as a knife through butter. The newer rails and stronger engines were an incredible improvement, the trains moving faster and smoother from station to station. He knew Gideon had planned a private car to travel back and forth to London more efficiently, and he certainly could outdo him. His car would have a large bed, right in the center, surrounded by windows. He grinned wickedly at the thought, then looked to the woman his mind had placed lounging on that beautiful bed.
She stood once they were moving steadily, her hands pressed up against the glass as the countryside swept past them. Her eyes were wide, her mouth an amazed smile. Her breath came against the chilled window in little puffs of condescension. His vision exploded in his mind, the excitement on her face bringing him an altogether different kind of joy. He followed the line of her jaw, past the shoulder of her traveling cloak, to the long fitted sleeves of her blouse. The lines of her clothing were so much simpler than the current fashions of the ton. It was rather refreshing.
She wore a full simple skirt, no fancy bustles, though it appeared from the fullness of the skirt that there was something going on under there, other than just her legs. He groaned and turned away. This woman had him tied in knots.
In general he took pleasure in one woman, then moved on. Or several women. In different ways. He’d had mistresses who he’d kept for longer periods, but he always tired of them, eventually looking for someone new.
How was it that this woman had captured so much of his attention in so short a time? He couldn’t form the face of a single of his former mistresses in his mind; she had effectively chased them all away.
He turned when she shook his arm. “Look! Look there, do you see them?” Perry stood and leaned around her, looking out the window to where she pointed. A group of red deer grazed at the edge of the forest. “Do you hunt?” she asked.
“I do, in fact. I have been practicing with a bow recently.” He placed his arms on the frame of the window, near the level of her shoulders, and saw the swift puff of breath on the window that signaled her awareness. “The huntsmen at Westcreek swear it to be the most efficient and least cruel way to down a buck.” His words stirred the loose curls at her neck.
Her smile wavered. “My father would never let me attend a hunt.” Her voice sounded strained. She glanced back to the window. “Will the rails come to Kelso?”
“I believe the plans call for an eastern leg to run from Roxleighshire, close to Kelso, then on to Berwick-Upon-Tweed.”
She nodded, her eyes taking on a faraway cast.
“You will not have time to miss them,” he said. “You will be too busy with your new life in London.”
He let the train rock him as he considered his situation. This wasn’t bound to turn out well, no matter how it was handled. He should take her to Gideon’s town house and leave her there with instructions to contact his brother and notify him of his new town maid. He couldn’t.
He knew what it was to be a rake and, at this moment, the definition was simple. Selfish. He wouldn’t take her to Roxleigh House because he wanted her with him. He wanted to continue these lessons. He wanted to see how much she could learn, and how well she would master his teachings.
He had a feeling she would prove to be an excellent student.
he was a rake, and it appeared he had not changed that much after all. He wanted her. So she was to stay with him.
Her heart stopped as the words drifted across her shoulder and she turned slowly toward him, her side coming to rest against his solid chest. He should have moved to give her room. It would have been the proper thing to do. He didn’t. He did what a rake would do: he crowded her infinitely more by flexing the muscles that caged her to the window. “You...what?”
“I concede, I yield, I will do as you wish.” His voice was so low she felt it in the breath that sang across her ear, through the vibration of the words where she was drawn up against him.
She felt his breath quicken then, the tempo with which his chest expanded and released picking up. She glanced around the berth, as if there would be witnesses to this. As if he were not so experienced that he knew the precise location of each of his men without looking, not to mention every other passenger, porter, conductor, and engineer. Rather quickly, she realized the reason she could feel his breath come and go so easily was because hers was completely still. She huffed it out, then tried to convince her lungs to take in more air—she needed it desperately. She heard the choking sound come from her throat as she watched his eyes widen, and his lips parted as she finally took a breath. She could not take her eyes from them.
“Unless?” She felt as though she might simply faint.
“Unless you have changed your mind?”
He sounded almost hopeful, but a line marred his perfect expression just between his brows. She fought her nerves, which at the moment were clearly working against her. Say something, anything. Nod, smile, acquiesce. Somehow. Move! Her head jerked in a single nod.
“You have, then? Changed your mind, I mean?”
“No!” Thank goodness for that sound. “No, I have not. I have not changed my mind. Thank you.”
His lips caught up in a slow grin. They were silent. She turned to the window, quick jerky movements that were forced from her by will. The sway of the train on the tracks and the sound of the distant engine were all that filled the empty space.
“When?” There was almost no sound and she cleared her throat. But didn’t turn to look at him.
She felt the shift in his muscles, his breath hotter and impossibly closer, his mouth descending to her neck. She melted then and he caught her, but her muscles stiffened, fought his capture. He released her to the seat then followed her down.
So?? What do you think is it hot enough? Long enough? Does it make you want to read and find out what is going on? Tell me!
Up for grabs is a copy of the full serial novel, if you’ve already won it, you may tell me to gift it to someone of your choosing OR I will mail you some swag. Trust me. Swag is cool.
And please come find me! I LOVE to chat with readers!
A woman out of time.
A man stifled by propriety.
A nemesis determined to take her away.
A brother to the rescue.
How will a powerful Duke deal with a woman who doesn't know her place? How will a woman used to the 21st century survive in time where she is considered property?
Francine Larrabee woke up on the wrong side of the century. She was fairly certain she went to sleep in her own comfy bed, but she doesn’t quite seem to be there now. Only adding to her problems is that she has no voice, is constantly being glowered at by a large, stunning man who is obsessed with propriety, and she is apparently betrothed to another horrid little man, determined to ruin her, and any other girls that get in his way.
How does she find herself in the past, when she couldn’t even find herself in her present? How does a self sufficient businesswoman survive in a time when women were still considered property for the whole of their lives and what is she going to do with this man who draws her to him so fiercely.
Where to get the books:
THE RAKE AND THE RECLUSE
FREEDOM : Part one brings Francine to the world of the Duke of Roxleigh, clashing worlds in first installment of the completely revised novel, with all new material.
Available now from these ebook retailers:
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FOUND : Part two finds Francine in the world of the Duke of Roxleigh. The clashing of worlds in first installment of the completely revised novel continues as Francine finds her footing, discovers secrets about her elusive host, and learns more about herself than she ever thought possible.
Available now from these ebook retailers:
iBookstore for iThingys
TAKEN : The Rake And The Recluse : Part Three
Part THREE brings Francine and Gideon closer than they ever imagined possible, until the unimaginable tears them apart. What will Gideon do if he loses her, this time, forever?
Available now from these ebook retailers:
RUINATION : The Rake And The Recluse : Part Four
Part FOUR is full of revelations, celebrations, protestations and one surprise that will have you holding your breath for the final chapters. What has Perry done?
SUBMISSION : The Rake And The Recluse : Part Five
Perry leaves Roxleigh House without a backward glance only to be tossed headlong into one of the most difficult trials of his life. How will he protect the very thing he is dedicated to pursuing? How will a man dedicated to the pursuit of pleasure survive a woman who refuses to relent, when he knows he cannot have her.
Coming February 14, 2012
RETRIBUTION : The Rake And The Recluse : Part Six
Perry must find the woman who has managed to capture his heart, then he must find a way to keep her. Someone else is on the hunt, someone from her past who doesn’t appreciate that she still lives and breaths.
Coming February 28, 2012
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