Let's start the week with a little romance, shall we?
Today's featured novel is Suddenly Tamed, by fellow Astraea Press author, Sandra Sookoo.
Blurb:
Only when the heart finds its true match can the soul truly
fly.
Because of her… he
believes in romance again. Captain Alan Tame is wrapping up the tail end of his
commission in India. Just as he's convinced himself to return home to England
and resume his life in Brighton, his gaze falls on an enchanting woman. He's
captivated by one glance and the pursuit begins no matter that it's a crazy
idea.
Because of him… her hope
for the future is restored. Devi
Derbyshire is the daughter of an English military man and his Indian
housekeeper. She knows exactly what she wants from life—a home, a family and
the love of a good man. But her mixed heritage has clouded her options. One
accidental glance across a ballroom gives her heart wings and her belly flutters.
Because of the magic of love… Alan cajoles Devi into a dance, and that one twirl about the
floor leads to so much more. On a perfumed balcony, plans are made for an
assignation in the courtyard, but before Devi can meet him, she’s waylaid and
locked in a tiny room, leading Alan to assume the worst. Only the belief in
true love will see them through.
Excerpt
At the end of a hallway that fed from the ballroom, a
dark-haired woman stood, staring back at him. The sheen of her green silk gown
glimmered in the soft candlelight, but it was her creamy, mulatto skin and
glittering dark eyes that arrested his attention and sent his heart thumping
back into painful life.
“Robert, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve just seen someone I must
speak with.” He didn’t wait for an answer, but dashed around his big friend and
tore down the hall as if he’d lost his mind.
Her eyes widened as he approached, but she turned and
scurried off, deeper into the bowels of the house, away from the noise and
congestion of the main party. The whisper of her skirts echoed in the passage.
“Miss, wait! I would like to talk with you,” Alan implored
as he followed her. When she paused at the entrance of a study, he took
advantage of the delay, caught up to her and grasped her elbow. “Please, tell
me you name.” Though, what exactly he’d do with that information once he gained
it, he didn’t know.
“I beg you, my lord.” Her voice was low and as lyrical as
any of her countrymen’s. “Let me go and return to the party. I’m of no interest
to you.” She attempted to pry his hand from her arm, but he refused to
relinquish his grip. “Please.”
The soft-spoken plea, combined with the fear in her brown
eyes, worked as a dash of cold water to his face. Alan let her go, but didn’t
step away. “I apologize for the rough handling.” He trained his gaze onto her
bare arm beneath the fluttering capped sleeve, hoping his over-eager grip
didn’t leave marks on her smooth skin. “And by no means am I a lord.”
She blinked and the thick black fringe of her lashes brought
his attention back to her glorious eyes. Those were eyes a man could easily
fall into and drown. “Forgive my trespass. Nearly everyone I’ve met this
evening is a titled Peer.” A tiny smile tugged at her full lips, lips that were
stained dusky rose and invited either a bigger smile or a kiss.
The latter he couldn’t, in all good conscience, give—at
least until they’d been introduced and alone—and even then it would push the
bounds of propriety.
“Have a care, mysterious miss. Not all men are who they say
they are, and many will invent a title to further a connection with an
unsuspecting lady.” Though Alan wished to linger ever closer to her and breathe
in the exotic floral scent she wore, he stepped back and put enough space
between them to remain proper. Not that anyone had followed them to the study,
but if he didn’t, he might give into the urge to sweep her into his embrace.
“Ah.” She crossed her arms loosely over her chest, and the
silver and emerald beads along the bodice and sleeves twinkled in the low
light. “Who do you tell people you are?” Her question, born on the wings of
slightly accented English, wrapped around him as gently as being caressed with
satin.
Warmth spread into his veins. She wished to linger in the
hall with him instead of flee. Perhaps he wasn’t willing to quit the party so
soon. “My name is Alan Tame—Captain Tame that is. I hail from Brighton,
England.”
She swept her gaze over his uniform before holding his once
more. “In the service of His Majesty?”
“For a few weeks more, yes. Then I plan to return to England
and…” And what? He shook his head. “Well, it would seem my plans are not quite
firm at the moment.”
“Perhaps that is a good thing, Captain Tame.” Her giggle
sent waves of heat into every extremity. “A man who plans every second of his
life cheats himself of the adventure he might find otherwise.”
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Sandra is a writer of romantic fiction. In
the past couple of years she’s concentrated on funny contemporary romance as
well as Regency-era romance, but she will, on occasion, write paranormal or
sci-fi. Whether you like sweet or erotic heat levels, there’s something for
everyone to fall in love with. She’s also a hybrid author, choosing to publish
both with small presses and doing the indie thing.
When not immersed in creating new worlds
and engaging characters, Sandra likes to read, bake, taste new teas, watch The
Big Bang Theory and Psych
as well as Finding Bigfoot, and
travel. Her favorite place to spend vacation hours is Walt Disney World: it’s
where dreams come true and the soul can play. When she’s not writing or inventing
new recipes, she spends time with her husband—goofing off and making moments
count.
Sandra loves to hear from her readers.
You can write to her at sandrasookoo@yahoo.com, visit her website at www.sandrasookoo.com, or look her up on
Facebook and Twitter.
Website: http://www.sandrasookoo.com
Believing is Seeing blog: http://sandrasookoo.wordpress.
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