Guest promotion for White Hares and Midnight Dares by Laura Strickland

Diana Gendarme has spent her life doing for others, so when she moves into her dream cottage, she’s ready for some “me” time. But the cottage is shabby and her new neighbors quite close. One of them makes a din in his blacksmith’s forge all day long yet has the nerve to complain about her beagle’s yodeling. He’s the last sort of man who should attract Diana. So why can’t she resist the absurd dares he persists in issuing?

Reg Coltsfoot doesn’t plan on falling for his neighbor. A lifelong charmer, he’s used to women falling for him instead. There’s just something about Diana that has him longing to draw her out of her staid life and into his. Maybe it’s the magic of spring, but Reg will do all he can to persuade Diana she needs his laughter and his love to light her days.

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Reg Coltsfoot was a charmer, all right. He probably knew it, as did every woman who’d been standing and watching him work. She couldn’t be foolish enough to get caught up in all that.

The charm, the rakish smile, and most of all the way he made her feel were the reasons she’d always avoided men of his ilk. He threatened her self-control. He wasn’t what she needed in her life.

She’d tended to be attracted to bookish men. Educated men, like Dad.

But Reg was here. Now. And the way he looked at her made her feel—so beautiful.

She told herself it was the dress. But then she remembered the way he’d looked at her when they stood at his gate.

Maybe not just the dress.

So all right, the attraction existed. Maybe even raw, animal attraction, though she’d never imagined herself capable of any such thing.

He would forget about her and their agreement to meet up later. He’d get engrossed in his work and some other lady would catch his eye.

Why did that thought bother Diana so much?

Laura Strickland enjoys researching interesting new settings for her books. Married, with one grown daughter, she has also mothered several rescue dogs and is intensely interested in animal welfare. Her love of dogs and her lifelong interest in Celtic history, magic and music, are all reflected in her writing.

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Guest promotion of Primrose and Promises by Judy Lynn Ichkhanian

When Viscount Sebastian Trelawney meets Miss Phoebe Carmichael, the ground shifts beneath his feet. As she’s in mourning, Society’s rules say he cannot court her for a year, so he disguises himself as a servant in her home in order to see if they might suit.

Phoebe wishes to never marry. Wealthy and impatient, when she meets Sebastian everything in her calms. He understands her grief and how spring’s promise will lead to new life.

As secret organizations and mad Assyriologists battle, the two fall in love. Will their love prove strong enough to overcome societal norms and those set against their union?

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He looked toward the perfectly manicured garden with its swathes of color like a rainbow. The blade of darker shadow he had seen earlier tumbled into his mind. Assyriology was a hazardous occupation, and not a hobby for the unwary. Someone should warn Miss Carmichael about the peril of trained assassins.

Not him, of course. She must already think him softheaded. The Office should be notified, though. They would wish to send someone to investigate.

He was about to make a mental note to contact the agency later when she curled one leg under the other. The small patch of ankle earlier revealed transformed into a few inches of stocking-clad calf as her skirt blossomed around her. All thought fled as a sudden urge to press his lips to the trail of fine mesh rendered him unable to swallow.

“Good.” She fiddled with her skirt some more, covering her leg, before tilting her chin again. “If you don‘t mind my asking, might I have your name?”

“My… oh! I‘m… oh.”

Fire crept from his toes to his hairline. Unbelievable. Of course, someone else should have provided an introduction. He shouldn‘t have spoken with her at all without one, but once he had… had he truly forgotten to give her his name?

Tossing his plate to the side, he jumped to his feet so he might bow. “Sebastian Edgars, Viscount Trelawney. Newly minted.”

She extended her hand. Gray dirt streaked her black glove. He bent over it anyway. “I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Lord Trelawney. As you seem to be aware, I am Miss Carmichael.”

“I knew you by your crape and golden hair.” Another wave of feverishness sped up his face as he stumbled, so he decided to sit again before he tripped into her lap.

She laughed. “You‘re quick.”

“How generous of you to say so when I‘ve never plodded so badly in my life. I used to be a solicitor. My brain was my fortune, though I suppose you might find the claim difficult to believe.”

“I wouldn‘t, no.” She peeped at him from beneath her lashes. “How is it you worked at a profession?”

It was the easiest question to answer. “I never expected to receive the title, but the ague made its rounds, a few horses missed their steps, ancestors died, contemporaries died, and here I am, one of two remaining heirs out of eight potential branches filled with better possibilities.”

Her golden eyes took on a soft glow. “I‘m rather glad you didn‘t follow the rest of your family.”

“Are you?” His pulse quickened.

She gazed down at her lap where her fingers twisted. “Though I shouldn‘t admit to it, yes. You‘re a very interesting man.” Blushing, she scraped her plate from the stone and placed it upon her lap. “We should eat, don‘t you think?”

Judy is a sort-of retired litigation attorney, a current homemaker with a propensity to ignore any and all domestic chores, and the mother of an outrageously comedic teenage boy and a fur-baby named Chocolate[1]the-Dog, so named because he thinks he’s a cat. High Tea and art occupy her when not writing.

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