quarta-feira, 14 de fevereiro de 2018

Valentine's Day Promo: Duchess by Day, Mistress by Night by Stacy Reid

Duchess by Day, Mistress by Night by Stacy Reid

About the book:

Georgiana Rutherford, the Duchess of Hardcastle, seemingly has it all—wealth, pedigree, and the admiration of the ton, except her heart hungers for a passionate affair. She meets the enigmatic and ruthless Mr. Rhys Tremayne, a man known to low and high society as the Broker. The attraction between them is impossible to deny, but she cannot be feeling it for this man. 

Rhys Tremayne has built his wealth and empire by dealing secrets on the black market of the London underworld. He is determined to take his sisters away from the depraved world they’ve known their entire lives, and the duchess is the perfect woman to help sponsor his sisters into society. The only problem is that he wants more from Georgiana, even if the social divide between them ensures she can only ever be his lover in secret.

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They entered the library, her heart doing strange things inside her chest when he closed the door with a soft snick. There was a fire burning low in the grate, and the library was cast in more shadow than light. After pouring what appeared to be brandy in two glasses, he prowled over and offered one to her.
“Thank you.”
There really ought to be more space between them. The fall of the skirts of her gown brushed against his leg. They stood like that, sipping their drinks, and she almost giggled at how odd it all seemed. Finally, his lips curved into a smile as if he picked up on her amusement and how ridiculous it was that they were standing in the center of the room, standing so inappropriately close, sipping brandies, and simply staring at each other.
“You have an inviting mouth.”
Incredibly, a smile tugged at her lips before she could stifle it. “I don’t believe I’ve ever heard that particular compliment before.”
His gaze dropped to her lips for an infinite number of seconds. With a grimace, he stepped back and downed the content of his glass in one swallow. “I’m beginning to think this impulsive tête-à-tête was foolhardy.”
“And why is that, Mr. Tremayne?” she asked, absurdly pleased with her nonchalance.
“Because I want to taste you quite desperately, and I am not the desperate sort.”
Arousal shivered through her with surprising intensity. A kiss. So simple but so frightfully complicated because he was the wrong man. It’s just a kiss, Georgiana. The notion was mad. It was fanciful, and unbearably tempting.
“I see,” she said softly, unsure if he attempted to kiss her whether she would stop him. Georgiana waited, feeling a bit silly when he did nothing. There was a cool smile to his lips, almost mocking in its effect, and she narrowed her eyes. She had the uncomfortable impression that he knew precisely what she was thinking.
“I believe it is time for me to be alone, Mr. Tremayne,” she said and strolled to the windows and pulled the drapes open wider. The sky glowed with stars, and she glided a fingertip across the cool glass pane. How she wished to be outside, lying on the freshly mown grass, staring into the beautiful abyss. Or…how she wished he had been improper and kissed her. Or perhaps she should have offered her lips to him.
It took a few seconds for her to realize she’d not heard the close of the library door signaling his departure. Before she could turn, she sensed that he’d moved nearer. A peculiar longing seized Georgiana, and she stilled. Then she felt him, at once a comforting heat but an intimidating presence. If she were to lean back only an inch, surely her back would be flush along his chest.
He did not speak, and she accepted the silence that wrapped itself around them.
“I’m going to touch you.”

About the author

Stacy is an avid reader of novels with a deep passion for writing. She especially loves romance and adores writing about people falling in love. Stacy lives a lot in the worlds she creates and actively speaks to her characters (out loud). She has a warrior way, never give up on her dreams. When Stacy is not writing, she spends a copious amount of time drooling over Rick Grimes from Walking Dead, watching Japanese anime and playing video games with her love, Dusean Nelson.

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