Monday, May 1, 2017

Second Chance Marquess by Jessica Jefferson (spotlinght, excerpt, and GIVEAWAY) GFT






GENRE: Historical Romance

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BLURB:

When Wilhemina Turner’s younger sister runs off with a young Lothario, she has no choice but to turn to the notorious rake who broke his promise and her heart, for assistance. George Bartlett, the Marquess of Chesterton, hasn’t forgotten the woman who hurt him so many years ago, but can’t deny her request, knowing that his brother’s reputation, and fortune, is at risk. A series of misfortunes leave the straight-laced widow and committed bachelor stranded, sharing both close quarters and old secrets. But when morning comes, will this unlikely pair find a second chance at love?


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by Jessica Jefferson

From Dragonblade Publishing





Exclusive excerpt

Excerpt 6


“Yes, Henry, Lord Wainscott, now.”

Henry. He’d be just a few years older than Kitty. Her stomach sank. “Do you think…”

“Oh, I don’t think, Mrs. Turner. I know.” He finished off the contents of his glass, then walked back over to the decanter of brandy and replenished its contents. “Here, you’ll need this.” He thrust the tumbler toward her.

She accepted it and quickly gulped down the liquid without as much as a sputter.

He watched in earnest, raising an eyebrow when she passed the glass back to him.

“I’m a widow, Lord Chesterton, not a nun. This isn’t my first sip of brandy and I’m sure it won’t be my last. Now pour me another glass. An occasion such as this calls for a bit of imbibing, don’t you think?”

His lips bent up into a devious smile, a smile she’d spent years trying to forget. “Two fingers this time?”

“Make it three.”

Still smirking, he refilled the glass and passed it back to her.

She held the cut crystal tumbler up in mock salute. “So, it was your brother, Lord Wainscott, who’s been meeting Kitty in the park.” She sipped the content more slowly this time.

He swirled the liquid in his own glass around, staring into it as if it were a crystal ball about to reveal all the answers to their questions. “Yes, I’m afraid so. Henry is a bit of a handful.”

As he stared into the glass, she seized the opportunity to reacquaint herself with his features. He was handsome as ever, even with the addition of a few creases about the eyes. Her pulse quickened and she admonished herself. She’d been a fool to believe she could see him again and remain unaffected.

For years she’d been constantly reminded of him, his exploits being common fodder for the broadsheets. It took a while, but she’d eventually built up a tolerance to hearing any mention of his name. But now, seeing him in the flesh, standing in such close proximity…well, it wasn’t the brandy alone giving her that dizzy, heady feeling.



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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Jessica Jefferson makes her home in Almost-Chicago with her husband, two young daughters, French bulldog Lulu, and English bulldog Pete.  When she's not busy trying to find middle-ground between being a modern career woman and Suzy-Homemaker, she loves to watch "Real Housewives of [insert city here]" and performing unnecessary improvements to her home and property.

Jessica writes Regency-era historical romance with a modern twist where she invites her readers to fall in love with romance again.




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7 comments:

  1. Congrats on the tour. What books are you looking forward to reading in 2017. Thanks for the giveaway. I hope that I win. Bernie W BWallace1980(at)hotmail(d0t)com

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  2. My great-grandmother was a Wilhemina. I do enjoy historical romance.

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  3. Really love the blurb and excerpt for Second Chance Marquess. There's nothing like a second chance at love for the widow & the committed bachelor. Looking forward to this one. Thanks!

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