Keep Calm and Read This: A Wedding Code by Jacki Delecki

Keep Calm and Read This: A Wedding Code by Jacki Delecki

This week I’m honored to have best-selling romantic suspense author Jacki Delecki visit. She has a new release coming out next week on April 25th ~ book five in The Code Breakers Series. Not only can you pre-order now, but there’s a giveaway…


Title: A Wedding Code
Heat Level:  Medium
Genre: Regency Romance Suspense

 
 
 
 

As a renowned arbiter of fashion and design, Miss Amelia Bonnington’s upcoming nuptials to Lord Derrick Brinsley have become the most anticipated event of English society. Her plans to create the perfect wedding must be cast aside, however, when her best friend’s brother, a member of England’s top code breaking family, disappears.

When his fiancée meddles in dangerous spy activity, Derrick, an undercover agent for His Majesty, must intervene. Now, it’s up to Amelia and Derrick to safely locate the missing brother, prevent another abduction, and thwart an assassination. Can they outwit the French spies and still have Amelia’s fairy tale wedding?

Miss Amelia Bonnington dropped the tangle of wedding ribbons and rushed into the morning room to assist Lady Henrietta Rathbourne. Amelia winced in sympathy at Hen’s valiant but unsuccessful attempts to adjust her very large and very pregnant abdomen into a comfortable position on the settee.

Grabbing a pillow from a chair, Amelia tucked the cushion under Hen’s swollen feet. “Darling, does this help?”

Not wanting to burden her best friend’s sensitive feelings, Amelia tried hard not to stare at the massive round hump straining against Hen’s morning gown. Amelia wasn’t sure she wanted her body to ever grow and distort in such an uncomfortable manner. “Would another pillow behind your back help?”

“Nothing helps. I’m the size of a whale. It’s not surprising that I’m having a big baby, since Cord is such a large man.” Hen could barely wrap her arms around her middle.

Amelia didn’t want to think about the imposing size of her fiancé, Lord Brinsley, and how large Derrick’s babies would be. Although Amelia was inches taller than Henrietta, Derrick was a giant, the tallest and broadest man of her acquaintance.

Hen fanned her flushed face. “The entire family and staff are tiptoeing around me as if I might explode at any moment, like a Guy Fawkes firecracker.”

It was true. The usually calm and composed Hen would tear up at the most unpredictable moments, leaving everyone around her baffled as to how to respond.

Amelia squeezed her friend’s hand. “Everyone is concerned. And it’s obvious that you’re uncomfortable now that your time is near.”

Henrietta stroked her abdomen in a protective, soothing circular motion. “Cord is constantly monitoring my growth. Every time he looks at me, I see him estimating the size of the baby. My enormous expansion has cracked his impenetrable confidence. He doesn’t say anything, but I can see he is worried that the baby is too big for my small frame. And when my husband, the bravest and most fearless leader of our country, appears fearful, I feel a need to shelter him from what comes next.”

Amelia shook her head. “But my dearest, you know Cord likes to be in control of everything and everyone. I’m sure he is struggling with this birthing business.”

“My husband is used to bending all of England, even the king, to his will. His inability to control nature is driving him mad.” Hen shifted on the settee, looking miserable.

Amelia jumped back up from her chair and repositioned the pillow under Hen’s feet. “Does that help?”

Hen winced when Amelia moved her feet. “And Michael,” she continued. “You know my brother can’t hide a blasted feeling. It’s all there on his face—fear and worry.”

“It’s normal for the men to worry. Besides, what other part can they play in the pregnancy?”

Hen rolled her bright green eyes toward the ceiling. “Well, we know what part Cord played in the onset of my condition”

The childhood friends laughed together. And Amelia was relieved to see Hen able to muster some semblance of her usual wit.

“I still have days before the birth, according to Dr. Oglethorpe, which means I’ll be able to attend your wedding.”

Amelia didn’t want to think about her best friend missing her wedding, which was but two days away. Hen refused to follow convention, and planned to attend despite her pregnant state, and Amelia supported her decision. She and Hen always planned to play a part in each other’s weddings. They had shared their fantasies of romance, their future husbands, and dream weddings since they were eight years old.

“I’m so very weary of discussing the size of my abdomen and ankles. How are all the wedding details coming?”

“You don’t have to pretend interest. I know you couldn’t care less about colors, fabrics, or flowers.”

“True. I was prodigiously grateful when you did everything for my wedding. How is Derrick faring with your need for perfection?”

Amelia had orchestrated Hen’s, then Gwyneth’s, and, most recently, Gabby’s weddings. The brides were all dramatically in love and could scarcely be bothered with the kind of details that could turn a simple wedding into a glorious affair.

Their weddings were the talk of all London because of Amelia’s eye for design. After Beau Brummel, Amelia was considered the highest arbiter of women’s fashion. Although she hated the image of herself as another boring society woman whose only interest was fashion. She was an artist who saw color and shapes in everything around her.

Amelia grumbled. “I really don’t need to have everything perfect.”

Hen shifted on the settee and raised both eyebrows, accenting her round emerald eyes. “You changed the ribbon on my wedding dress at least five times to get the exact color of green moss. And the color of the hydrangeas and the candles… Should I go on?”

Amelia resisted pointing out that Hen looked magnificent on her wedding day because of Amelia’s meticulous attention to every aspect of the event.

Hen fingered the sleeve of her gown. “And your protégé is worse. He couldn’t be more persnickety.”

“Pierpont is a wonderful help. He knows a great deal about fabrics, flowers, and proper etiquette.” Amelia wanted to bite her tongue. She sounded like the snobbish society ladies she detested.

“I can’t like him. There is something very cagey about him,” Hen added.

“You’ve been listening to Derrick, haven’t you?”

Hen shook her head. “Derrick hasn’t said a word to me.”

Amelia raised her eyebrows. “Are you sure?”

“Derrick barely speaks to me. I think he’s intimidated by my size and my waddle.”

Amelia snickered. “You might be right. It is rather startling to think that the two bravest men in England are afraid of one pregnant woman.”

 

 

 

Jacki Delecki is a Best-Selling, Romantic Suspense writer. Delecki’s Grayce Walters Series, which chronicles the adventures of a Seattle animal acupuncturist, was an editor’s selection by USA Today. Delecki’s Romantic Regency The Code Breaker Series hit number one on Amazon. Both acclaimed series are available for purchase at JackiDelecki.com.

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And now for the giveaway…

Bouquets are a wedding tradition that have been around for a long time, including in Regency weddings. What is your favorite type of wedding flower?

Drop your answer in the comments below to be entered for a chance to win an ebook copy of A Wedding Code and a $10 Amazon gift card!

 

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Keep Calm and Read This! Heather Diane ~ The Viscount and the Vicar’s Daughter

The Viscount and the Vicar's Daughter ~ Heather Diane

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We met author Heather Diane on Monday when she featured her latest novel, Falling For Santa, free for two days on Amazon (read all about that here).  When I found out Heather’s first novel, a Regency-set historical romance entitled The Viscount and the Vicar’s Daughter, would be free today and tomorrow as well, I asked her to stop by again to tell us about this story and introduce us to her main character.

Horizontal swirls web color THE VISCOUNT Kit Wimberton’s unexpected return to his country estate sets the neighborhood ablaze with gossip. Nobody knows why such a wealthy and attractive marriage prize should bury himself in the country. Kit seems unwilling to pay attention to anything but his beloved horses, rebuffing the humble vicar who tries to call his attention to the poverty of the estate’s tenants. But despite Kit’s contempt for the church, he finds himself irresistibly drawn to the vicar’s lovely daughter.

THE VICAR’S DAUGHTER Impoverished Sophie Bantling sees nothing in her future but a spinsterhood spent taking care of her father’s ramshackle parish—until she is nearly run down by the viscount on one of his famous horses. Although his hostility toward the church disturbs her, she finds herself flattered by his attention and charmed by his conversation. When she discovers that a deeply wounded man grieves beneath the mask of wealth and privilege, she yearns to heal his heart. But disaster strikes the village because of Kit’s negligence, and Sophie must make the hardest decision of her life—abandon the people who desperately need her help or destroy her friendship with the man she has grown to love.

Horizontal swirls web colorWhat is your character’s name? Does he have a nickname?

Christopher Wimberton, Viscount Wimberton (it’s actually kind of a big deal to have a last name that’s the same as that of your estate because it indicates that your family has been part of the nobility for a verrrry long time). His nickname is Kit—only those on intimate terms with him are allowed to use it. Everyone else calls him Wimberton. Or, “My lord.”

Who are your character’s friends and family? Who does he surround himself with?

Kit wants to escape everybody he knows, which is why he’s finally taken up residence at his country estate. Unfortunately for him, his sister’s husband is abroad on a diplomatic mission, so she moves in. Julia is determined to redecorate the house—and reorganize Kit’s life.

Where does your character go when he’s angry?

For a hard ride. Preferably on a horse that’s got a temper as hot as his.

Look at your character’s feet. Describe what you see there.

Riding boots, whenever his sister and his valet will let him get away with it! They’re glossy enough to see your reflection, thanks to his valet’s highly secret recipe for boot blacking.

Your character is doing intense spring cleaning. What is easy for him to throw out? What is difficult for him to part with, and why?

The whole manor house could burn to the ground, and Kit wouldn’t care. That is, as long as the stables are safe! He has more horses than his grooms can keep exercised, but he can’t bear to part with any of them.

Has your character ever had a broken heart?

Yes, in fact that’s what’s driven him to hide in the country. But his heart isn’t broken for the usual reasons. To find out more than that, you’re going to have to read the book. 😉

Let’s do just that!

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Free only at Amazon and only on Friday and Saturday, December 26-27!

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Keep Calm and Read This! Lynne Barron ~ Unravelling the Earl

Lynne Baron - Unraveling the Earl Book Tour

Welcome to Sensuous Promo’s UNRAVELLING THE EARL Book Tour.

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Unravelling the Earl ~ Book 3 in the Idyllwild series

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The Earl of Hastings’s reputation as London’s greatest gift to the ladies has taken on a life of its own, one he is only too happy to live up to in one Mayfair bedchamber after another. Until he encounters a lady more interested in poking around his country estate than sampling his lauded charms.

Georgiana Buchanan is possessed of murky morals, skewed notions of right and wrong, a talent for dancing around the truth, and a penchant for crashing weddings, funerals and charity balls.

When Georgie catches Henry’s roving eye, she turns the tables on the arrogant scoundrel, introducing him to a world of sensual delights and unraveling his vaunted control before fleeing into the night.

Henry is determined to make the elusive Georgiana his mistress while the lady wants only to use his desire to further her own schemes. When they find themselves marooned at Idyllwild during a summer storm, they will both discover they’ve gotten more than they bargained for.

Let’s take a peek inside:

Georgie drew in a ragged breath and lifted her head from his shoulder, peeking up at him from beneath her lashes, her feather waving in the air.

Henry angled his head to look into her face, expecting to find trembling lips, blotchy skin and eyes swollen nearly shut.

Georgie’s skin was a touch pink on the crests of her sharp cheekbones but her eyes were bright and quite large. Her lips trembled for a moment before lifting in a smile that began at one corner and slowly worked its way to the other.

“Gracious me, but your uncle is a fearsome man,” she said, her voice laced with laughter as she smacked him lightly on the shoulder. “But I could have handled him. There was no need for you to play the gallant and whisk me up in your arms.”

“You were crying.” Except her eyes were bright and clear. And dry.

“I thought to faint but I never did master the art of the elegant swoon.”

Henry only stared at her, certain he must have misunderstood her words and the smile that had reached her eyes, setting them to twinkling.

“With my luck, no one would have caught me,” she continued, scrambling from his lap and plopping down on the seat across from him. “To be sure, I’d have gone tumbling to the marble floor, likely cracking my chin and biting clear through my tongue.”

“You were faking,” he accused.

“Were you fooled?”

“Damn it, Georgie.”

“Huh, I thought for certain you knew what I was about when you caught me up in your arms, all bellowing, masculine temper.” She reached up and pulled the feather from her hair, tossing it to the seat beside her. “You ought to have carried me back to the parlor so everyone could fuss over me while Lord Somerton stewed in his guilt.”

“It was all part of a strategy?” Henry asked, trying to keep up with her agile, and alarmingly cunning, mind.

“Somerton would have been begging my pardon within three minutes, and offering up all of his considerable resources to find the elusive Connie.”

“You lied to my family.”

“Faking a crying fit is lying?”

“They must think I’ve lost my mind,” Henry muttered, an image of the stares from the dining room and Olivia’s fluttering hands filling his mind.

“They’ll still love you,” she replied cheerfully.

“Of course they will but that is not the point.”

“Will they seek guardianship over your estate?” she asked, kicking off her slippers and wiggling her toes. “Marry you off to some bossy miss in hopes she might control your erratic behavior? Lop off your bollocks to prevent you from breeding, thereby putting an end to the madness that courses through your blood?”

“Madness does not course through my blood.”

“Then what has caused your sudden madness?”

“You have caused my sudden madness,” he answered, unable to hold back a smile as he watched her tug at the buttons of one lace glove.

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