Well, I m so glad that’s settled. Now then, firstly the lovely Kate L Mary who dropped by here a few weeks back was kind enough to interview me on her Monday Meet the Author and some of their fav things spot.
Drawing a breath to quell her hammering heart, she raised her quivering hand to tap on the door. A low, American Southern voice drawled. Not from the other side of the door where she expected to hear something, but close by in her ear.
“Hello, sweetheart. Imagine seeing you here.”
Fury jerked up her chin and swung around, the candle flame sputtering. “You.” Imagine, indeed.
Flint. Not just a voice in her ear. A voice from that place she had locked it, locked him, and thrown away the key. A voice from memory’s dark swamp. But as if it were yesterday, he stepped toward her and she fought the swell of panic. She couldn’t help it. She parted her lips in shock.
“No. Don’t scream.” He held up a warning hand.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t.” She had had seven years of acknowledging this man did not exist. She did not want to see him now. Not when she stood on Malmesbury’s doorstep, on the very trembling edge of—this. Go away, she nearly hissed. She must be mistaken. He couldn’t be here. It wasn’t possible.
He loomed over her, and her whole body stiffened. He was here. “Because I doubt you want your guests out their chambers any more than I do right now, sweetheart, with what you got sitting down in your cellar.”
Rule One: There will be no kissing. Rule two: You will be fully clothed at all times…
Widowed Lady Fury Shelton hasn’t lost everything—yet. As long as she produces the heir to the Beaumont dukedom, she just might be able to keep her position. And her secrets. But when the callously irresistible Captain James “Flint” Blackmoore sails back into her life, Lady Fury panics. She must find a way to protect herself—and her future—from the man she’d rather see rotting in hell than sleeping in her bed. If she must bed him to keep her secrets, so be it. But she doesn’t have to like it. A set of firm rules for the bedroom will ensure that nothing goes awry. Because above all else, she must stop herself from wanting the one thing that Flint can never give her. His heart.
Ex-privateer Flint Blackmoore has never been good at following the rules. Now, once again embroiled in a situation with the aptly named Lady Fury, he has no idea why he doesn’t simply do the wise thing and walk away. He knows he’s playing with fire, and that getting involved with her again is more dangerous than anything on the high seas. But he can’t understand why she’s so determined to hate him. He isn’t sure if the secret she keeps will make things harder—or easier—for him, but as the battle in the bedroom heats up, he knows at least one thing. Those silly rules of hers will have to go…