Monday, June 25, 2018

#BlogTour & $15 #Giveaway for Six Weeks With A Lord by Eve Pendle!! @EvePendle @AuthorsPal #books #historical #romance #booklovers #reading

Meet the Author:

Eve lives in England and writes angsty, snarky and passionate Victorian era romance. She has National Trust membership, a big-boned cat, and a crazy dog. She loves wearing dresses and eating chocolate.

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About the Book:

Grace Alnott is out of time. To save her younger brother from an abusive guardian, her merchant father’s will demands she must marry a peer. Handsome but destitute Everett Hetherington, Earl of Westbury agrees to her offer of a marriage of convenience but stipulates she must live with him for six weeks. No matter how honorable he seems she can’t allow him to get too close, because the aristocracy cannot be trusted.

Six weeks. Major Everett Hetherington, new Earl of Westbury, has exactly six weeks to convince the very independent Grace Alnott to spend the rest of her life with him. Despite her belief she doesn't belong in his world, he must tempt the alluring Grace into staying, because he has fallen for her. Hard. He just has to ensure she never discovers his secret.

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“A half share of her dowry. Fifty-thousand,” George announced.
Everett snapped around to look at his brother fully. Fifty-thousand pounds would pay the debts and current
debts of the farmers and leave enough money to support the estate for a couple of years, until it could pay its
own way. “Go on.”
George smirked. “The gossip is she’s from trade, thinks herself some sort of independent woman, and is
offering a marriage in name only. Wants to live on the continent, apparently.”
“A marriage of convenience? Very expedient.”
Then she reappeared, gliding right past him. She was resplendent in a dress the color of sunshine, her head
tilted back as she waltzed, showing the curve of her neck and the angle of her jaw. Her dark hair gleamed,
complemented by the brightness of her dress, as she danced like she was the only person in the room who
mattered. Her jaw line was too strong for conventional beauty, but something about the way she held herself
was mesmerizing. She was like a cat walking along uneven ground, not perfect, but compelling.
“Exactly.” George had the tone of a vindicated brother. “Miss Alnott is pretty, too. Just over there.”
Reluctant to look away from the dancers, Everett glanced to see whom George indicated. Sensation shot down
his spine.
“The lady in the primrose-yellow dress,” George said.
He couldn’t take his gaze from her. Miss Alnott. “I see her.”
“I told you I’d find you a wife.” George turned away. “I’ll be in the card room.”
Oh no. “George—”
“Yes, yes,” he interrupted. “I’m not Peter. I’m not going to gamble everything away.”
George wandered off and Everett gave himself up to watching Miss Alnott moving around the room slowly as
she and her partner traversed the floor. She was gathering attention. There were several sharks circling, their
fine wool black coats gleaming. The matrons were talking about her, lips pursed with disapproval. Her
pronouncement must be the reason for the hum of life in the room.
A fast step in the waltz made the wide skirts of her dress shine. It was a gold dress, really. An unsubtle ploy to
give a man the impression she was financially desirable. She certainly looked the part of an aspiring aristocrat,
smiling fixedly at the room.
This was the first cut of interest he’d felt since he’d begun his fortune hunting. It would be something to have
such a lady for a wife: so beautiful and confident. Of course, if she wanted to live abroad, she wouldn’t be a
true wife. But what did it matter? She would be like a wild cat living on the fringes of his estate, untamed and
free, but technically his. Wary, coat gleaming, dangerous. If he found a wild cat, he would entice it with cream
and take care of it, like he did with everything that was his.

“I suppose you think me selfish to not want to marry a man I neither love nor respect.” Her mouth was tight.
“But I refuse to martyr myself by marrying Lord Rayner, when the result would be a totally powerless state after
the marriage.”
Ah. Just a vague fear of a bad marriage. It seemed rather superficial to want love more than wanting to stay
with family, but hadn’t he been cautious about marrying the wrong person? And as a man, all he had to be
concerned about was a lack of conjugal bliss, not actual bodily harm. He was the owner, not the property.
“I can understand wanting love in your marriage.” He let his tone dip as he said the words and was gratified to
see an answering visceral reaction in Grace. She flushed. This was where he would link the attraction between
them with something more. “You know, love can grow in surprising places.”
Her neck stiffened and she sauntered away, looking deliberately around the room. Everett found he was
anticipating her response.
“There are some leaks in this place, I concede. And there are holes in the curtains that let in light. Perhaps
there are the prerequisites to grow something in this house.” She swung around to stare down at him. “But
Everett, love is not a weed.”
“No, it’s a wildflower.”


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  1. I'd definitely have to be in the mood for this! I don't know... the premise is interesting, but stories about Lords and Ladies are either done really well, or not. Have you read this one yourself?

    1. I have not. But that usually doesn't stop me from wanting to. I know what you mean either they are good or not. I struggle with it and HR is one of my favorite genres. =)

  2. Okay, this seems interesting, it seems like kind of a han solo/leia realtionship, with the girl reluctant to admit to teh guy's advansense. I like that!


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