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Tuesday, December 3, 2013

"King of Threadneedle Street" Release and Jewelry Giveaway by Moriah Densley




He owns three shipping companies, a diamond mine, and his own castle.

He knows Portuguese, Hindi, Mandarin and Morse code.

His assets net thirteen million.

 
Everyone thinks Andrew Tilmore, Lord Preston, the financial prodigy dubbed “The King of Threadneedle Street,” has it all, but he wants the one prize money can’t buy: his childhood sweetheart.

Alysia Villier can’t say if it’s worse having Andrew’s father in control of her inheritance or Andrew in control of her heart. He’s ruined her for any other man, but she simply can’t give in to him. She knows he’s destined for great things — marrying a courtesan’s daughter would jeopardize everything he stands for.

Keeping Alysia out of trouble and away from eager suitors becomes a cross-continental quest for Andrew, and he won’t be stopped by his old-fashioned family or the disapproval of the ton. After all, he’s a man with the power to play newspapers and investors like pawns, tumble world markets and incite riots… but can he win the biggest gamble of his life?

 
 



Bestselling author Moriah Densley sees nothing odd at all about keeping both a violin case and a range bag stuffed with pistols in the back seat of her car. They hold up the stack of books in the middle, of course. She enjoys writing about Victorians, assassins, and geeks. Her muses are summoned by the smell of chocolate, usually at odd hours of the night. By day her alter ego is your friendly neighborhood music teacher. She lives in Las Vegas with her husband, four children, and two possibly brain-damaged cats.

Moriah has a Master’s degree in music, is a 2012 RWA Golden Heart finalist, 2012 National Reader’s Choice Award winner, and ’12 NRCA “Best First Book” finalist. She’s the author of the bestselling “Rougemont” Historical Romance series from Eskape Press, and the “Network-One” Paranormal Romance series coming 2014 from Entangled Publishing. Moriah is represented by Courtney Miller-Callihan of Greenburger Associates.

 
Here's an excerpt from the book!
 
Under threat of ruin, Alysia promised to sever her attachment to her childhood sweetheart, Andrew Tilmore Lord Preston. But how can she move on when he appears every time she needs rescuing? In this scene, when Andrew hears that Alysia might be engaged to another man, he inserts himself into her Romeo and Juliet rehearsal and makes quite a statement.

 Excerpt:

“No, let us begin in act one, scene five.” In character, Andrew peered at Alysia as though spying her from across the room.Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.”
 Alysia raised her eyebrows at his recitation while her heart danced. Andrew knew she adored Shakespeare, but she didn’t know he had memorized verse.
 Andrew raised his hands in surrender. “I can’t remember the rest. Not until, Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged. Or is it, O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again?
 Liar. He had learned four exotic languages in addition to all the Romance languages by age sixteen; he had the sharpest memory in the entire world, she would wager. He just wanted to skip to the kissing part. Feeling fragile, she turned her face as he leaned in, and his lips landed on the bridge of her nose.
 “Poor aim, Romeo.” Good, she sounded unaffected.
 Andrew laughed, making a delicious lusty sound that vibrated in her spine. He gathered her in his arms, and at once she caved, all pliant. Like coming home, resting her head on his shoulder. He lifted her chin, which must have looked like a gentle, romantic gesture, but in truth his hand was a vise.
 He pecked a short kiss on her mouth as if to say, “So there,” then came back for more. She would blush to quote the message he implied then.

Check out the link below to enter Moriah's jewelry giveaway! 
 
http://moriahdensley.com/rougemont-2-release-day-blogs-jewelry-giveaway/


 
 
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5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Thank you for helping me celebrate release day, Ruth! And I love your blog. I too believe there still aren't enough funny cat pictures in the world. Bring 'em on.

Ruth J. Hartman said...

You're welcome :)

Amy said...

Popping in to say hi! :)

Anonymous said...

Thanks, Amy. G;ad you stopped by.

Anonymous said...

Always glad to hear from you, Amy! Thanks for stopping by.