I am excited about my latest book, The Governess Wears Scarlet. It was a pleasure to write because the characters sprang from the pages for me. When I started writing the book, I was intrigued by the notion of two people leading separate lives that intersect --- but they don't know it! I also loved the idea of secret lovers sharing passionate encounters but their identities are concealed. Abigail West became the prim and quiet governess hiding a fiery passion and a resilience that even she didn't recognize. The gorgeous Jason Steele became the daring Viscount haunted by tragedy and in need of understanding. Together they transformed The Governess Wears Scarlet from an idea into a sizzling hot read. I hope that you enjoy Abigail and Jason's story. I know I did!
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THE NEXT INSTALLMENT IN THE ANDERSEN HALL SERIES - COMING FEBRUARY 2008!
THE GOVERNESS WEARS SCARLET
A passion like theirs won't stay secret for long
Haunted by a terrible tragedy, Viscount Jason Steele roams the streets of London as a masked vigilante. One starlit night, he rescues a veiled young woman. . . and she unleashes a fiery passion he'd thought long dead. Though they explore every inch of each other's bodies, they must keep their faces hidden, for an illicit affair could have dangerous consequences for them both . . .
In the harsh light of day, Jason's primary concern is hiring a governess to care for his two young nephews. He has no idea that Abigail West is the tantalizing woman he meets under the cover of darkness each night. But when they discover a kidnapping plot that could plunge them all into mortal danger, Jason and Abigail will be forced to reveal themselves . . . and lay bare their incredible, explosive attraction for all the world to see.
An Avon Romance
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"Don't be afraid," he murmured, sending a rumbling thrill racing down her spine.
"I'm not," Abigail whispered, her voice throaty.
He seemed to consider that a long moment, never once loosing his hold on her, for which she was thankful.
Licking her lips, she realized that she stood on a precipice and all she longed to do was to jump. He couldn't see her face any more that she could see his. The anonymity gave her a boldness she didn't know she harbored. Still, she needed a little push. A small test of the waters, just to be sure.
With her heart racing, she licked her lips. She'd never done this, had never been so . . . wicked. Abigail shifted . . .
His sharp intake of breath caused a little thrill to shoot up her middle. His hips moved just barely, and his grip on her tightened.
"What . . . do you . . . want?"
With an audacity that belonged to the woman she was pretending to be, she lifted her chin and murmured, her voice a husky purr, "You."
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In April 2007 -The Andersen Hall Series continues with
WHEN SEDUCING A SPY
The A B C's of Seducing A Spy:
Acquire a connection
Beg an introduction
Charm and Disarm
Engage the senses
Flirt for all you are worth
WHEN SEDUCING A SPY
Heath Bartlett doesn't want to believe that his childhood friend had any part in the dastardly crime he's investigating--but the bewitching, intoxicating beauty is certainly hiding something. And he will do whatever necessary to uncover the truth.
The ton sees her merely as the castoff of a disreputable rake. In truth, Lady Tessa Golding is protecting her own secret, so she dares not surrender to Heath's intimate temptations - despite that when Heath comes within arm's reach of Tessa, passions flare. Though the danger to the Crown is too great, and the threat to their vulnerable hearts even greater . . . when a passion this heated is unleashed, sometimes even the strongest must submit.
An Avon Romance
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"Hush!" Tess froze. Female voices could be heard nearing the chamber. The countess and her companion, Miss Gammon! "We've got to move, now!"
Heath's fists curled. "I'm not going anywhere until I—"
"Don't say another word!" Her eyes scanned the room searching for an escape.
The voices drew closer.
"I should have that Lady Mares tossed out on her bottom for ruining my new gown!" The countess's tone was incensed.
"Calm yourself, we'll go to the dressing room and I'll help you change." It was Miss Gammon's voice, rock steady.
Grabbing Heath's chin and pulling his face down to hers, Tess met his gaze. "If you have any care for me whatsoever, pray keep quiet and follow my lead!"
His brow furrowed as the realization dawned that there might be more to this than he'd considered. At last there was some sense in his thick head!
Hooking her arm through Heath's, Tess dragged him in the direction opposite the entry door, deeper into the chamber.
His cocoa-brown eyes flashed with anger and enquiry, but blessedly he held his tongue.
They moved into a room bursting with colorful gowns, lace, petticoats and shoes. The heavy scent of eau de carnation perfume filled the air. The dressing room to which the countess was headed! Tess's grip on Heath's arm tightened. Could this fix get any worse?
Tess spied another door, veiled behind the armoire. She threw it open and shoved Heath inside, falling in on top of him and closing the door just as a voice called from within the dressing room, "Which would you prefer—the white or the green?"
"The one I'm wearing!" the countess cried, entering the chamber. "This is all your fault, telling me to butter up that buffoon Mares and his bitch of a wife!"
Tess held her breath, her heart was racing. She was a puddle of fear on the floor of a dark tiny closet. A stream of light came in from around the casing, and the door was thin enough to hear Miss Gammon command, "Lower your voice."
"There's no one here, not even the stupid maid! Why are you always so suspicious? It doesn't become you."
Tess relaxed, barely releasing a tiny breath. They had no idea that she and Heath were here.
Heath.
Tess suddenly realized that she sat flanked by Heath's muscular legs with her buttocks pressing deeply into the juncture between his thighs! She was glad for the darkness and for the fact that she was facing the door as her face had to be as red as a tomato!
She swallowed, suddenly finding it hard to breathe.
If she'd had any doubt that he was sensitive to her shocking position, she only had to feel the evidence of his awareness pressing like a tipstaff into her lower back!
Her shoulders pressed against his hard, broad chest, his arms encasing her in a cocoon. She was overly warm, burning up from the intimate contact, achingly aware of every inch of his virile form. With his every heavy breath skating across her ear, she felt the desire rising up in her like a torrent. Her own breath felt locked in her throat as she tried to suppress her passion.
But she was overwhelmed.
She closed her eyes, suddenly unable to concentrate on the words being spoken outside the thin door. In the darkness, there was only Heath's body pressing enticingly against hers, the air heady with the earthy scent of him. Every hair on her body rose up with excruciating awareness of his maleness and his heat, igniting a desire in her she hadn't felt in years. It was a mind-scrambling honing of the senses that left her pulsing with need.
Oh, God. She didn't know whether to be mortified or delighted that he was aroused, too. Or perhaps it was an involuntary reaction on his part? It was simply the situation, being pressed so close in a small space…
His hand slowly crept to encircle her waist, hugging her possessively. Her eyes flew open as her heart skipped a beat, and then thundered to a gallop.
Could he…?
Listening to his heavy breathing, and feeling the heat he emanated, she knew that he desired her. Perhaps as much as she wanted him!
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In Stores Now: WHAT TO WEAR TO A SEDUCTION
What To Wear To A Seduction is the tale of Lady Edwina Ross, a woman who refuses to sit
by while her dearest friend is being blackmailed. So the clever lady hatches a plan to
identify the anonymous villain and relieve him of the damaging letters he has in his possession.
The plan hinges on the cooperation of London's most notorious rake, Prescott Devane.
For his part, Prescott has had about all he can stand of London Society and faithless women.
But just when he decides to alter the course of his life, along comes the lovely Edwina, who
sidetracks his attention quite outrageously. As the promise of a dalliance turns into something
more, Prescott finds himself unexpectedly moved by the would-be seductress . . . and tempted to
become her greatest champion.
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Edwina groaned as she stared at her reflection in the tall gilded mirror. "And what now? I'm putting on the clothing simply to have it taken off."
And why would proper Lady Edwina Ross dress to seduce "London's Perfect Lover"? Because Prescott Devane, the notorious rogue, is the only one who can help the desperate lady with her scheme to catch a blackmailing fiend. Because no one else could play the role of a love-struck fiancé so convincingly. Because a faux engagement, secrets, the threat of scandal, and the promise of untapped passions are too tantalizing to ignore. Because, if the need arises, every woman should know what to wear to a seduction . . .
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Anger darkened Prescott's handsome features. "Is that how you see me? As reliable?"
"As much more than that . . . I feel like with you, I'm not so very much . . . " Edwina swallowed. "On my own."
"On your own? You've a family, money, friends, hell, you have a whole bloody Society!"
"Yes, but this blackmail business, it's all up to me. I feel like a dam holding back an onslaught of water. I'm not strong enough and need your support." She pressed her hands together in entreaty. "I need you, Prescott. And yes, you are perfect for the job because you are the only man I can imagine even pretending to be engaged to."
"I suppose I should feel flattered," he scoffed.
"As far as your touch . . . Well," She looked away. "I wasn't lying, I'm not like the other ladies of your acquaintance. I'm not built for . . . passion. I'm not good at it and don't know how to handle it."
His brow furrowed. "Not built for passion? I've never heard of such a thing."
"Well, it's true. And frankly, I'm a bit embarrassed by it." She wanted to close her eyes to ward off the mortifying confession, but it was too late now, the truth was out there, bared for Prescott to see.
His mouth opened and closed as if he was going to say something. Then instead, he reached for her, gripping her waist and pulling her up against his hard, virile form.
Her heart leapt. "Ah . . . what are you doing?"
"Consider it an experiment."
Then his head lowered and his lips pressed down to hers.
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