BOOK INFORMATION
Christmas
Bliss
By: A.S. Fenichel
Releasing November 29, 2014
Ellora’s Cave
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BOOK SUMMARY
Emma is
running from a tyrannous uncle bent on killing her young brother, just to gain
his fortune. John, the Earl of Compton, is looking for something to change his unfulfilling
life. When they meet on a dark street, nothing can change their fate.
John is so
instantly smitten and socially inept, he proposes in less than twenty-four
hours. Emma’s plight to save her brother has her so shaken, she agrees to the
hasty Christmas wedding.
The
threats to Emma’s life, and John’s fierce defense of her, demonstrate to both
that the match might be more than just a convenient arrangement. If only they
can thwart her uncle’s devious assault and live to enjoy each other.
Blush sensuality level: This is a sweet
romance (kisses only, no sexual content).
A Blush® romance from Ellora’s Cave
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EXCERPT
Chapter One
John Scarborough
was just beginning to feel as though he was himself again. The troubles of
politics had left him in a bad temper, but the walk in the cold of December
brought him back to civility. He could almost imagine his troubles falling away
with each step that drew him closer to home. He no longer wished to wring the
neck of a certain political opponent.
Yes, the man was an
idiot, but he felt he could return to his seat without committing murder.
At least that was a
relief. He laughed at his own sarcastic thought.
Most men of his
wealth and position would have taken their carriage home, but a brisk walk
always made John feel better after a long day of arguing in the House of Lords.
His carriage was generally only a few minutes behind him, since the footman and
driver refused to leave him completely alone at night on the streets of London.
A shadow could
easily be seen crouching beneath the hedge that fronted his home in the West
End of London. Pickpockets and thieves often skulked around in the finer
residential areas, hoping to earn a nights work. Often these villains beat
their prey and left them for dead.
John took a better
hold of his walking stick, prepared to fend off the trespasser if necessary.
“You there, what is
your business?”
He heard a woman
gasp. When she stood up from her hiding place, the light of the full moon gave
enough illumination for him to see she was well dressed in a fashionable
walking costume.
His eyes narrowed.
“Were you going to accost me as I entered my home, wench?”
“Certainly not.”
Her tone was crisp, as if she was offended. It reminded him of when he was a
boy and had insulted his nanny.
She turned back to
the hedge, crouched down and lifted something out of the bushes.
John raised his
staff. “I am not above striking a woman. Whatever nefarious plan you have, I
advise you to desist.”
When she turned,
the bundle she’d picked up and held to her shoulder turned out to be a small
child of five or six.
John was rarely
surprised by people. In fact, he found most people quite predictable.
Everything about
this girl had caught him by surprise. Exhaustion must have gotten the better of
his senses. He lowered his arm and weapon and gaped at the girl.
Her voice was
educated and cultured. “I’m sorry we frightened you, Lord Compton. We shall be
on our way now.”
“You know me?” He
didn’t know why that should bother him. Quite a lot of people knew him on sight
and he was standing in front of his own home.
“Of course.”
He could hear the
smile in her voice, though the night did not permit him to see her face clearly
enough to verify if the sound translated to her lips.
Embarrassment
washed through him. His neck felt hot, reminding him of when he’d been at
school, and was unsure of an answer demanded by the instructor. “Why are you
hiding in my shrubbery?” he demanded.
She lifted the
sleeping child higher. It was a boy from the look of his clothes. It was past
nine and the child slung his arms about her neck and rested his head on her
shoulder. He looked as if he was a very heavy sack of potatoes.
“That is a very
long story, my lord. I apologize again for our intrusion. We shall move along.”
“Wait,” he
commanded.
AUTHOR INFO
A.S.
Fenichel gave up a successful career in New York City to follow her husband to
Texas and pursue her lifelong dream of being a professional writer. She’s never
looked back.
A.S.
adores writing stories filled with love, passion, desire, magic and maybe a
little mayhem tossed in for good measure. Books have always been her perfect
escape and she still relishes diving into one and staying up all night to
finish a good story.
Multi-published
in erotic paranormal, contemporary and historical romance, A.S. is the author
of the Mayan Destiny series, Christmas Bliss and many more. With several books
currently contracted to multiple publishers, A.S. will be bringing you her
brand of romance for many years to come.
Originally
from New York, she grew up in New Jersey, and now lives in the East Texas with
her real life hero, her wonderful husband. When not reading or writing she
enjoys cooking, travel, history, and puttering in her garden.
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