by Grace Elliot
Historical (Regency) Romance
Publisher: Self/Indie
Release Date: July 14, 2013
Heat Level: Steamy
Length: 300 pages
Available at:
Amazon (US) - http://amzn.to/13CxrN1
Amazon (UK) - http://amzn.to/12aEqI6
Description:
Charles Huntley, Lord Ryevale, infamous rogue…and
government agent.
In unsettled times, with England at war with France,
Ryevale is assigned to covertly protect a politician’s daughter, Miss Verity
Verrinder. To keep Verity under his watchful eye, Ryevale plots a campaign of
seduction that no woman can resist– except it seems, Miss Verrinder. In order
to gain her trust Ryevale enters Verity’s world of charity meetings and
bookshops…where the unexpected happens and he falls in love with his charge.
When Lord Ryevale turns his bone-melting charms on
her, Verity questions his lordship’s motivation. But with her controlling
father abroad, Verity wishes to explore London and reluctantly accepts
Ryevale’s companionship. As the compelling attraction between them strengthens,
Verity is shattered to learn her instincts are correct after all – and Ryevale
is not what he seems. If Lord Ryevale can lie, then so can she…but with
disastrous consequences.
Warning: This title is
intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations
and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
Ryevale alighted
first, then offered up his hand to assist Verity down. She placed her fingers lightly in his
engulfing palm. A chemical
reaction fizzed between them, like acid to alkali, as warmth tracked up her arm
and expanded in her chest. Defying
the urge to melt into his arms, she tipped her chin up defiantly for if he had
any idea of how his touch affected her, she would be at his mercy.
As soon as her
slippers touched the pavement, she shook her hand free. “I can manage, thank you.”
“Very well. The entrance is this way.”
Their little
party waited beside a double door, outside which stood a rotund gentleman
sporting a red waistcoat the same color as his nose. He and Ryevale shook hands.
“Just the two
ladies tonight, my lord?”
Verity
suppressed a shocked gasp—and had that man just winked at Ryevale? The sting of jealousy caught her by
surprise as she wondered how many other women he had brought here. She glance from one the other, but
Ryevale seemed oblivious to her ire as he withdrew a metal token from his
breast pocket.
“...and a
shilling each for the ladies.”
Ryevale handed
over the cash, plus a tip for the doorman. “And this is for you, Annie,” he pressed a silver coin into
her palm. “Meet us back here at
midnight. Understand?”
The maid
clutched the coin to her chest and nodded.
“Yes, my
lord. You want me to leave you and
Miss Verity alone and meet yer here.”
“That's the
measure of it.”
“Then see you
later, my lord, Miss Verrinder.”
With a
provocative wiggle of the hips, Annie flounced through the doors.
The jolly man
beamed and stood back. “Have a
good evening, my lord.”
Ryevale
addressed Verity. “Shall we?”
Dry-mouthed, she
nodded and slid her hand through the proffered arm, touching hard muscle that
made her eyes widen.
Together they
entered an unlit tunnel, running through the width of the house. There were no lanterns and, as they
left the road behind, a black velvet blackness blanketed their senses. Uncertain of her footing, Verity clung
to Ryevale to guide her forward.
“Nearly there,”
he said, his voice soft and intimate in the darkness.
From up ahead
came the sound of a trilling bird: a lazy, sweet song as beautiful as life.
“Is that a
nightingale?” she marveled.
“It is indeed.”
They edged
forward, drawn on by a distant glow.
Then the drifting lilt of a waltz lifted on the breeze, and Verity
couldn't help but smile at the music.
As they approached the light even the air changed; scented with roses
and ladies perfume...and another odor that puzzled her. But at the end of the tunnel, as
Ryevale pushed the gate open, she realized she smelled burning oil from
hundreds, no thousands, of lamps hanging in tree lined avenues so long they
disappeared in the distance.
Verity gasped as
she struggled to take in the vista.
“Vauxhall
Gardens.” Ryevale stood back and
grinned.
Verity clung to
his arm like an anchor and drank in the sights. Lanterns hung from tree branches, an amber glow falling on
strolling couples. She swallowed
hard; her father would definitely disapprove of such shocking familiarity, but
then that's why she was here—to form her own opinion.
About the Author:
Grace Elliot leads a double life as a veterinarian by
day and author of historical romance by night. Grace lives near London and is
passionate about history, romance and cats! She is housekeeping staff to five
cats, two sons, one husband and a bearded dragon (not necessarily listed in
order of importance). “Verity’s Lie” is Grace’s fourth novel.
Connect with Grace Elliott
Website - http://graceelliot.wix.com/grace-elliot
Newsletter - http://bit.ly/V7T6Jd
Twitter - https://www.twitter.com/Grace_Elliot
Amazon Author Page
- http://www.amazon.com/Grace-Elliot/e/B004DP2NSU/
GIVEAWAY INFO:
Prize is 3 eBook copies (1
each to 3 winners) of "Verity’s Lie (The Huntley Trilogy #3)" from
Grace Elliot. Contest is tour-wide, open internationally and ends August
27. Must be 18 years of age or older to enter.
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