Monday, January 5, 2015

Secrets Of A Scandalous Heiress Spotlight Tour

Title: Secrets Of A Scandalous Heiress 
Author: Theresa Roman 
Series: The Matchmaker Trilogy (3)
Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca 
Release Date: January 6th 2015
ISBN: 9781402284052

Misfit heiress Augusta Meredith stirs up gossip in the town when she goes husband hunting instead of mourning the loss of her parents. Contrary to this flighty facade, Augusta has a shrewd mind and deep wounds from a love affair gone violently wrong. She fashions herself anew in Bath, where wry Joss Everett catches her eye. But Joss, an Anglo-Indian with his own secrets, is chasing a blackmailer and cannot indulge in trivial affairs . . . or can he?
She tilted her head, setting the loose curl free again. “Are you doing what you wish?”
Doing what he wished? No, of course he wasn’t.

Right now he wished he could make her smile as she had when giving away her gloves. He wished he could dispense with his conscience and plead for her to take him as a lover. He wished he could pluck the pins from her sunset hair and send it tumbling over her naked skin, wished he could stop kissing her only to make her cry out in pleasure.

But always, in the face of a wish, came prosaic reality. A scarred wooden table, a plate of mutton and potatoes, a wedge of cheese. An adequate fire and a roof over one’s head. Such a reality was perfectly acceptable, even if it didn’t hold the luster of a gemlike fantasy.

“I try to wish,” he said in a calm voice, “for what I know I might attain. For respectable employment for a reasonable wage. For a reasonable employer.”

This brought a faint smile to her features, but the expression fell away in another instant. “That seems a very small dream.”

“What on earth do you mean by that? It’s a very suitable dream.”

“But it’s not really a dream, is it? It’s what you have now, just shuffled about a bit.”

Again, he folded his arms. She lifted her hands, placating. “As you say, it’s perfectly suitable. And if you insist that it’s exactly what you want, then I suppose it is a dream, after all.”

Of course it wasn’t a dream. It was good sense. It was practicality. “I don’t know what else I ought to wish for. This is my life. I am a man of business for a nobleman.” Remembering Chatfield’s words, he added, “I am not in bodily danger, nor in mortal peril. It could be far worse.”

“It could be. But if you want it to be better...”

“Not everyone is fortunate enough to be able to buy happiness.”

“No one is fortunate enough for that.” She turned over her fork and scratched the tines into the surface of the table. “That’s not what I meant. I know happiness can’t be bought, or I would have bought it.”
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