Hi, readers! We have a real treat in store for you today, a spotlight on a Book by Heather Boyd, a talented author!
Heather, an author I met on my journey, has a blog tour running right now.
Let's check out the details, shall we?
About the Book: An Earl of Her Own, Saints and Sinners Series, Book 3:
An Earl of Her Own, Saints and Sinners Series, Book 3:
Marriage is about finding that special someone you want to annoy for the rest of your life!
Rebecca Warner’s devotion to her family is the perfect distraction from the loneliness of widowhood. Not that she’d ever admit a need for someone special in her life after her husband’s betrayal. With the responsibility of arranging her sister’s wedding falling into her lap, Rebecca has no time for a certain maddening Earl bent on seducing her—until he proves her most ardent ally.
For Adam Croft, Earl of Rafferty, what began as an amusing pursuit—shocking Rebecca Warner—becomes something deeper when he recognizes how perfect a wife and mother she would make. Adam’s keenly aware of his loneliness…and that his habit to curb it with drink lost him Becca’s respect. He’ll happily change his ways to win her approval, but what more can he do to win her love?
Genre: Historical Romance, Steamy
Release Date: February 12, 2019
Book Length: 300 pages
Purchase Links:
Universal Reader link: https://books2read.com/u/meyAaE
BookBub link: https://www.bookbub.com/books/an-earl-of-her-own-saints-and-sinners-3-by-heather-boyd-2018-12-01
Great cover! Congratulations on your upcoming release and blog tour!
Readers, here is an excerpt from An Earl of Her Own.
“You are hurt, worse than you want to say,” Rebecca Warner whispered.
Her soft green eyes were filled with real concern, something Adam had never expected to see on her face. “Well, that is disappointing.”
“Disappointing?” Rebecca immediately began searching through his hair for the wound, and he chose to imagine it a sensual caress until she spoke again. “You have a gash to your head that has bled. Dear God, you could have died.”
“Always looking on the bright side,” he murmured, and then noticed how close the lady was to his body. He inhaled slowly, delighted in this unexpectedly rare treat. Mrs. Warner had never been the friendliest sort. “You smell nice.”
“Really, Rafferty,” she chided. She suddenly slipped her hand inside his coat, rummaged in his pockets and began to dab at his head with the handkerchief she found there. “This is hardly the time to worry about my perfume.”
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