Saturday, November 1, 2014

Mary's Christmas Knight by Moriah Densley


Could a rogue be her knight in shining armor?

Mary Cavendish’s corset is already too tight. All the lovely Christmas food is tempting her, and that’s bad news for her dream of attracting a “knight on a white charger” — not that volunteering at the parish hospital is how she expects to meet him. Enter a mysterious Christmas Eve patient, who is none other than the famous Shakespearean actor Sir Wesley Samuel Darcy. Mary finds him arrogant, too forward… and maddeningly handsome.

When Mary learns Sir Wesley has been invited to spend Christmas with her family at Rougemont, she vows to resist the charming London rogue. Wesley thinks finding the perfect present for Miss Cavendish will tempt her — she’s not as prim as she pretends to be. Mary turned down six proposals last Season, and she’s not about to give in to a rake. But if Mary can’t resist the sugarplums, how can she resist the dashing Sir Wesley?

EXCERPT

Mary returned to find Rebecca Montegue laughing, in magical baby peals that probably summoned pixies and springtime. Granted, she didn’t know any better. Then Mary saw why: Sir Wesley puffed out his cheeks and crossed his eyes, then blew air in a rude noise Rebecca found hilarious.

The earth spun all its seasons at once then returned to the present, and there stood Mary, changed in that long, long second. She couldn’t hate him. Truth be told, she had no choice but to like him.

Resigned, she knelt at his side. Tucking the baby close with his good arm, he held out the other and shrugged out of the sleeve. What a difference a bath made, with his skin toasty warm from the fire, with gold and shadow highlighting an impressive musculature she must run her fingers all over. “Oh, bugger,” she muttered despite herself as she unwrapped the bandage, damp from his bath.

“I’m not going to apologize for kissing you, Mary.”

Her throat squeaked at his unpredicted frankness. “None of the sutures have burst, but you did make it bleed.”

“Well worth it.” Worth lifting her over his shoulder, for the sake of trumping an argument?

“You must be more careful if you want it to heal properly.”

“I like you, Mary. A great deal. I won’t apologize for that either.”

“Oh, shut up.” She almost covered her mouth, horrified, then remembered the glob of salve on her finger she didn’t want to smear on her face. And if he could throw manners to the birds, so could she.

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AUTHOR BIO

Bestselling author Moriah Densley sees nothing odd at all about keeping both a violin case and a range bag stuffed with pistols in the back seat of her car. They hold up the stack of books in the middle, of course. She enjoys writing about Victorians, assassins, and geeks. Her muses are summoned by the smell of chocolate, usually at odd hours of the night. By day her alter ego is your friendly neighborhood music teacher. She lives in Las Vegas with her husband, four children, and two possibly brain-damaged cats.

Moriah has a Master’s degree in music, is a 2012 RWA Golden Heart finalist, 2012 National Reader’s Choice Award winner, and ’12 NRCA “Best First Book” finalist. She’s the author of the bestselling “Rougemont” Historical Romance series from Eskape Press, and the “Network-One” Paranormal Romance series coming 2014 from Entangled Publishing. Moriah is represented by Courtney Miller-Callihan of Greenburger Associates.

Website + blog: http://moriahdensley.com


Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17826397-the-king-of-threadneedle-street

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