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Monday, 11 January 2016

A Visit from Ella Quinn

Ella Quinn, a longtime friend of the blog, drops by today with news of her new book and the chance to win yourself a fine prize!

 One comment left here on the blog will be chosen at random will win a signed ARC of Three Weeks to Wed, so don't miss out.

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Book cover
Thank you Madam for having me on your blog today. In less than three months, my new series, The Worthingtons, begins with Three Weeks to Wed! And I’m having a pre-order contest. For details you can either sign up for my newsletter at http://bit.ly/1X1ZDCp or keep checking my Facebook page www.facebook.com/ellaquinnauthor or website www.ellaquinnauthor.com
The series starts out with eleven children ranging in age from eighteen to five and two Great Danes. But rather than me telling you about it, I’ll share the blurb and an excerpt of Three Weeks to Wed.
In the first book of her dazzling new series, bestselling author Ella Quinn introduces the soon-to-be Earl and Countess of Worthington—lovers who have more in common than they yet know. The future promises to be far from boring…
Lady Grace Carpenter is ready to seize the day—or rather, the night—with the most compelling man she’s ever known. Marriage would mean losing guardianship of her beloved siblings, and surely no sane gentleman will take on seven children not his own. But if she can have one anonymous tryst with Mattheus, Earl of Worthington, Grace will be content to live out the rest of her life as a spinster.
Matt had almost given up hope of finding a wife who could engage his mind as well as his body. And now this sensual, intelligent woman is offering herself to him. What could be more perfect? Except that after one wanton night, the mysterious Grace refuses to have anything to do with him. Amid the distractions of the Season he must convince her, one delicious encounter at a time, that no obstacle—or family—is too much for a man who’s discovered his heart’s desire…

Excerpt from Three Weeks to Wed
Water dripped off the great coat of Mattheus, Earl of Worthington, as it had dripped off his hat earlier. A puddle had to be forming at his feet. He was not particularly impressed with the small inn. Although he’d passed it every time he made the trip to Town, he’d never stopped here before. If it weren’t for the weather, he wouldn’t have done so now.
“I can add more wood to the fire in the common room, my lord,” the landlord said. “But me parlor’s already got a guest.”
He glanced over at the fairly large space. Even with the shutters closed, the windows rattled. Cold and drafty. “Would you please ask your guest if he will share the parlor for a short time?”
“Couldn’t do that, my lord.” The older man shook his head. “I could send the meal to your room, but I ain’t got an extra table. Once it warms up, you’ll be right comfortable in the common room.”
He sincerely doubted that would be the case.
“Mr. Brown . . .”
Matt turned at the sound of the low, well-bred, no-nonsense female voice. He suspected it would belong to an older lady, perhaps a governess, most definitely not the vision of loveliness standing before him. Before he could even thank her, she gave a curt nod and closed the door.
“I’ll show ye to yer room, my lord.” The landlord grumbled as he picked up Matt’s bag.
“Thank you. It will be nice to be dry again.” Halfway up the stairs, he stopped as a memory played hide-and-seek with him. He knew her, but from where? London. During the Season. He shook his head trying to knock the memory loose, but nothing more came to him.
“This way, my lord.”
“Coming.” It was her hair that stuck in his mind. It shone like a new guinea coin.
The landlord held a door at the end of the corridor open. “Thank you.”
“I’ll send one of my boys up with warm water.”
“I would appreciate that.”
Brown set about lighting the fire.
Matt didn’t know many ladies who would offer to share their parlor with a complete stranger. The feeling that they had met before grew stronger. Who the hell was she?
“There ye be, my lord.”
Once the door closed behind the landlord, Matt began shedding his damp clothing. The sooner he got back downstairs, the sooner he’d know who his mystery woman was.

Here are the buy links. If you want to enter the contest when it begins, just save you pre-order information.

Written content of this post copyright © Ella Quinn, 2016.

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