Emily Hughes
has little patience for the frivolity of the season. Marriage brought out only
the worst in her parents and if she has her way, she’ll avoid matrimony
altogether. Only the demands of her father are enough to force her to join her
aunt in London for the festivities.
Marcus
Deming, Earl of Pembridge, refuses to love after watching his father succumb to
a broken heart. Marcus will marry, but only for the convenience of producing an
heir. Love need have no place in a marriage.
Emily and
Marcus agree to spend the season in each other’s company, fending off the worst
of the suitors and their aunts’ schemes. It isn’t until Emily is called home to
aid her ailing father that she and Marcus realize their pretense has escalated
into something far more intense. So alike, right down to a shared stubborn
streak, it’s going to take a common enemy and the ability to admit when they’re
wrong for Marcus and Emily to secure the future they suddenly can’t imagine
living without.
Excerpt:
When
I am reading an historical romance, I enjoy the spunky, sometimes snarky
dialogue between the hero and heroine that eventually leads to a closer
encounter. In my previous novel, Regal
Reward, a notorious highwayman, kidnaps the rebellious daughter of an
aristocrat and gets much more than he bargained for. In A Convenient Pretense, my newest release, a handsome earl refuses
to believe that a young, beautiful woman prefers to become an old maid, rather
than marry him. Here’s a brief excerpt between Marcus and Emily in A Convenient Pretense:
“Yes,
you were going to say something else?”
“Reading,”
Emily replied, perhaps too abruptly. “My father and I both love to read.”
Marcus
slanted his eyes toward her. He wondered if she used books to avoid looking at
her own future, particularly a marriageable one.
“I
find no shame in admitting that I am a bit of a bluestocking. We often read
Shakespeare’s plays together and argue our varied interpretations. Just before
I left we were rereading Hamlet and arguing over the prince’s irrational
behaviors. We become quite adamant in our opinions, while at the same time enjoying
our debates.”
“And
you thought that would shock me?”
“I
am well aware that men are not always pleased with women who enjoy intellectual
discussions or pursuits.”
Marcus
laughed. “And since you have no desire to wed, I assume that my opinion would be
the least of your concerns.”
“You
are correct, of course. The single life offers the advantage of pursuing
interests that a husband might scorn.”
“Scorn?
What an interesting word. I find it difficult to imagine you doing anything
that might be so disapproving unless, of course, you desired to step into a
man’s shoes.” One side of Marcus’ lips lifted in a sardonic grin.
“And
take on what would be considered a man’s occupation?” Emily glared, pursing her
lips.
“How
on earth did we get on this subject? I realize you are an intelligent and
independent woman. Any gentleman you might choose in the future would find you
quite adequate.”
“Adequate?”
She winced. “I shan’t be satisfied with adequate. If I planned to marry, and I
don’t, I would expect equal consideration in all matters and appreciation for
my talents.”
At
that, a slow, crooked grin spread over Marcus’ face. His eyes lowered to her
lips and down to her low-cut gown. “I am certain your talents would be highly
appreciated.”
3 comments:
Sounds just the kind of Regency I like to read, and write!
Thanks, Rosemary. I hope you'll read and let me know how you like it.
I do like snarky regencies!!! Congrats.
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