Dear Readers - The WINNER of my Reader Rally prize is Sarah Bibi Setar! I've emailed you Sarah. Thank you all for participating. I hope you  enjoyed the rally.

Now that the Holidays are behind us, and we’ve gained a pound… or ten, I think it’s time I offered more great prizes and fun reading challenges. I've joined the rally-READER RALLY I'm taking part in a rally that is hosted by  the folks at Romance At Random.

Reader Rally is a blog hop which will start on January 17th and end on January 31st (winners will be announced on February 1st)  that is composed of authors, bloggers and reviewers who are inviting all of you to join in this MAMMOTH sprint in which each site will be giving away a brand new release book (print or e-book) of their choice.

Today, my Regency Seductions blog will introduce you to the delights of my up and coming release, INVITATION TO SCANDAL,  and I hope you stop by and enter my giveaway to win a copy of my two Regency's - Invitation to Ruin ( RT reviewer's Choice Award Nominee - Best First Historical 2011), and of course a pre-order copy of INVITATION TO SCANDAL.

I'd like to introduce you to Rufus Knight, Viscount Strathmore's story and his hunt for redemption. Rufus's father died in mysterious circumstances, rumored to be a traitor. Rufus seeks the truth and hopes that by uncovering the identity of a notorious smuggler, he'll capture a French spy who can lead him to the truth about his father. He'll let nothing stop him uncovering the dark secrets of the past.

Enter my heroine, Miss Rheda Kerrick, a woman bent on independence. A gambling and whoring father has made her see that the only safety for a woman is if she has financial security and she'll do anything to get it.

How do their worlds collide - with massive fireworks. Read the book to find out. Here is an excerpt:

A frown stole over Rheda’s poignant heart-shaped face. Lord Strathmore felt himself harden further. God he wanted her. He resisted the urge to push her down into the long grass and forget his troubles by sinking deep within her hot, welcoming body.

He couldn’t help one further attempt at getting what he wanted—knowledge about the cask of brandy. He reached for her and pulled her back into his embrace. “Name your price. I am an extremely wealthy man, and I shall be very generous.” He paused and gently kissed her lips. “Especially if you tell me about the barrel.”

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Rheda was beginning to hate the barrel.

She couldn’t look away; there was something warm and tender in his eyes that seemed to be lulling her toward her own demise.

“How does five guineas sound?” He paused and ran his finger gently down her cheek, tracing the outline of her lips until they parted on a soft sigh. “I’ll double it if you tell me where you found the barrel.”

Her heart beat a wild pulse in her throat. A man just bartered for her as if she were a whore. She shouldn’t be surprised. Her actions were deplorable. She’d let him touch her, kiss her . . . To her great shame, she longed to do more. With him. With this beautiful, dangerous, rake.

Remember your mother.

Rheda twisted within his firm grip. “I am not for sale at any price, my lord.” With her pride hurt she uttered, “Let me go.”

His arms tightened. “Is the sum not enough? One hundred guineas?” She was shocked at the small fortune he’d offered, yet the purring quality of his husky voice quieted her alarm.

Vaguely Rheda realized she was letting him caress her again, stroking with hushed delicacy the column of her throat, her bare shoulder, her tingling breasts . . .

Slowly he bent his head, his lips following the path his fingers had taken, his soft caress sending desire shooting through her body. A tremor shook her as he tugged her bodice lower, deliberately exposing her breasts to his heated gaze and wicked tongue.

“Two hundred,” he said, his voice husky with want, before his tongue played in a leisurely erotic dance on her skin.

Rheda came to her senses just in time. Just before his mouth latched on to her nipple. Just before she forgot everything except what this man could make her feel.

She struggled in his arms, trying desperately to pull out of his tight embrace.

“Don’t be afraid, angel . . .”

She felt the soft brush of his breath on her ripe swells. If he suckled her she’d be lost, so she suddenly found her strength. Spying a heavy stick, she grabbed it and swung it at his head. It connected with a sickening thud, and he let her go. She fell backward on the grass as he struggled to his feet with a roar of injured pride.

“What the hell was that for?”

Rheda hid her fear, pulling up her bodice. She scowled up at him, refusing to let her own helplessness conquer her. “I am not for sale and you would not listen. You wouldn’t unhand me.” She lowered her voice. “Perhaps rape is the only way you can take a woman.”

He stood staring down at her, his breath coming in ragged pants. “We both know it would not have been rape. Even now I can see the desire in your eyes.”

 Leave a comment telling me the name of the smuggler Rufus is seeking (clue is in the EXCERPT on my website) and be in to win a copy of my debut, INVITATION TO RUIN, which has been nominated in the RT Reviewer’s Choice Awards for Best First Historical 2011 and a Pre-Order copy of INVITATION TO SCANDAL.

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