How to Play the Game of Love
by Harmony Williams
Ladies of Passion, #1
Publication Date: October 17, 2016
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Select, Historical Romance
Synopsis:
He’s everything she thinks she doesn’t want.When Miss Rose Wellesley’s father threatens an arranged marriage, she knows she’d better settle on a choice quickly or end up having no say in who she marries. Fortunately, she’s garnered a rare invitation to Lady Dunlop’s “Week of Love” house party, an annual affair notorious for matchmaking. Her plans to expedite a proposal would go smoothly if not for the brash younger sister she must chaperone, her outspoken, disagreeable best friend, and the bullish Lord Hartfell who seems determined to dog her every step.
Lord Hartfell embodies every last thing Rose dislikes in a man. He’s domineering, tenacious, argumentative, and a little too casual with his nudity for her tastes. Worst of all, Rose can’t seem to get him—or his kisses—out of her mind.
Rose is determined to find a more appropriate husband, even if her heart disagrees with how unsuitable the stubborn lord is…
Excerpt:
“Fine,” he said, “but there will be a toll.”
I recoiled. “A toll?”
“Indeed. If you want me to guide you to the manor while you’re on your own horse, you’ll have to give me a kiss.”
He leaned forward, lips pursed. I planted both my palms against his chest and shoved him away. He was as moveable as a mountain.
He slipped his hands over mine, anchoring me in place.
I’d left my hands bare, the better to grip the reins this morning, as I had no riding gloves, only slippery silk ballroom gloves. The heat of his skin bracketed mine, sending a tingle up my arms and into my chest. I couldn’t pull away.
“A kiss,” he said, “or you ride on the back of my horse.”
I leaned forward, close enough to snap my next words against his mouth. “You’re the last man I would ever choose to kiss.”
I whirled away. His hands had grown slack enough for me to escape. I stomped up to his horse, gentling my steps as I neared the mount’s flank.
Warren chuckled. From the wave of heat behind me, he followed closely. He leaned his head down to whisper in my ear. “That would be a lot more convincing if you hadn’t already kissed me.”
He pulled away. In a swift movement, he lifted me, sidesaddle, atop his horse’s rump. The beast was patient; it didn’t do more than flick an ear. I gripped the back of the saddle for balance.
Warren walked away to fetch the gelding I’d ridden. He led the beast to the back of his and tied the reins to the saddle, behind me. The reins were long enough for the beast to walk comfortably, as long as we didn’t go as fast as a trot. I’d galloped most of the way here. It would be a long trek back to the manor, I suspected.
Perhaps Warren had devised it that way.
I glared at him as he smoothly mounted the horse, settling into the saddle ahead of me. He nudged the beast into a walk.
At the horse’s lurching gait, I steadied myself by clutching Warren’s hips. Warren’s heat burned me even through his clothes.
“If you think denying me the kiss will punish me,” he said over his shoulder, “it won’t. I have every contour of your lips engraved in my memory. I can relive it any time I want just by closing my eyes.”
Harmony Williams has been living vicariously in Regency-era England since she discovered Jane Austen. Since time machines don’t yet exist, she’s had to make do with books—fictional and non-fictional. On the rare occasions she doesn’t have her nose stuck in a book, she likes to drink tea and spend time with her 90-lb lapdog. A feminist, she writes stories about strong women and the men who support them as equals.
by Harmony Williams
Ladies of Passion, #1
Publication Date: October 17, 2016
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Select, Historical Romance
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Synopsis:
He’s everything she thinks she doesn’t want.When Miss Rose Wellesley’s father threatens an arranged marriage, she knows she’d better settle on a choice quickly or end up having no say in who she marries. Fortunately, she’s garnered a rare invitation to Lady Dunlop’s “Week of Love” house party, an annual affair notorious for matchmaking. Her plans to expedite a proposal would go smoothly if not for the brash younger sister she must chaperone, her outspoken, disagreeable best friend, and the bullish Lord Hartfell who seems determined to dog her every step.
Lord Hartfell embodies every last thing Rose dislikes in a man. He’s domineering, tenacious, argumentative, and a little too casual with his nudity for her tastes. Worst of all, Rose can’t seem to get him—or his kisses—out of her mind.
Rose is determined to find a more appropriate husband, even if her heart disagrees with how unsuitable the stubborn lord is…
Excerpt:
“Fine,” he said, “but there will be a toll.”
I recoiled. “A toll?”
“Indeed. If you want me to guide you to the manor while you’re on your own horse, you’ll have to give me a kiss.”
He leaned forward, lips pursed. I planted both my palms against his chest and shoved him away. He was as moveable as a mountain.
He slipped his hands over mine, anchoring me in place.
I’d left my hands bare, the better to grip the reins this morning, as I had no riding gloves, only slippery silk ballroom gloves. The heat of his skin bracketed mine, sending a tingle up my arms and into my chest. I couldn’t pull away.
“A kiss,” he said, “or you ride on the back of my horse.”
I leaned forward, close enough to snap my next words against his mouth. “You’re the last man I would ever choose to kiss.”
I whirled away. His hands had grown slack enough for me to escape. I stomped up to his horse, gentling my steps as I neared the mount’s flank.
Warren chuckled. From the wave of heat behind me, he followed closely. He leaned his head down to whisper in my ear. “That would be a lot more convincing if you hadn’t already kissed me.”
He pulled away. In a swift movement, he lifted me, sidesaddle, atop his horse’s rump. The beast was patient; it didn’t do more than flick an ear. I gripped the back of the saddle for balance.
Warren walked away to fetch the gelding I’d ridden. He led the beast to the back of his and tied the reins to the saddle, behind me. The reins were long enough for the beast to walk comfortably, as long as we didn’t go as fast as a trot. I’d galloped most of the way here. It would be a long trek back to the manor, I suspected.
Perhaps Warren had devised it that way.
I glared at him as he smoothly mounted the horse, settling into the saddle ahead of me. He nudged the beast into a walk.
At the horse’s lurching gait, I steadied myself by clutching Warren’s hips. Warren’s heat burned me even through his clothes.
“If you think denying me the kiss will punish me,” he said over his shoulder, “it won’t. I have every contour of your lips engraved in my memory. I can relive it any time I want just by closing my eyes.”
ABOUT HARMONY WILLIAMS
Harmony Williams has been living vicariously in Regency-era England since she discovered Jane Austen. Since time machines don’t yet exist, she’s had to make do with books—fictional and non-fictional. On the rare occasions she doesn’t have her nose stuck in a book, she likes to drink tea and spend time with her 90-lb lapdog. A feminist, she writes stories about strong women and the men who support them as equals.
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