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Tuesday, May 13, 2014

New Release! Desires of a Baron by Rose Gordon


Print Length: 260 Pages
Published By: Parchment & Plume LLC (May 13, 2014)

Book Blurb:

Sela Giles Goddard, Lord Norcourt is odd. Born with his life's cord wrapped around his neck and sent away to Ireland to be raised in an orphanage run by nuns, he's known nothing but the cold sting of being misunderstood and altogether unwanted. But that's all about to change... Lucy Whitaker is a fallen woman who has done her best to build a life for her and her son. But when her son finds a battered gentleman left on the side of the road, her entire world is about to come crashing down as she once again finds herself caught between two brothers: an heir and a spare. Will Lucy's dislike for nobility forever keep her from eternal happiness or can Giles convince her to follow her heart and take a chance on loving a baron?

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Book Excerpt:


Giles stepped to the side to let the boy in. “Is everything all right?”
Of course.”
Then why are you here?” he asked, folding his arms across his chest.
My mama and Simon went to some museum together and I had nothing to do.”
Giles shoved his hands into his pockets and fisted them tightly to take his mind off the jealousy that was bubbling up inside of him. “I see. They told you to come here so that I could entertain you?”
Seth shook his head vigorously. “No, my lord. It was my idea to come. I thought we should spend some time together.”
Giles raised his eyebrows. “You did?”
Of course.”
There was no ‘of course’ to it. Something was afoot. “And why is that?”
Well, don’t all uncles spend time with their favorite nephews?”
Giles choked. “Pardon me?”
My mama hasn’t married Simon yet, but when she does you’ll be my uncle!” A wide grin split his face. “Isn’t that exciting?”
Very.”
Seth laughed at his dry tone. “So what is it you planned to do all day?”
Paint.”
You paint?” Seth exclaimed, darting around Giles and going into his painting room.
Giles clenched his jaw. He’d never allowed anyone into that room. Not even his mother when she’d insisted on seeing it. He’d just said he’d have it cleared out for her. He stomped into the room, bent on scolding the boy and froze.
You painted all of these?” he asked, standing in the middle of the room and slowly turning his head to take it all in. “I wish I could paint like that.”
You should try.” Giles closed his mouth with an audible snap. What the devil was he doing encouraging the boy? “At home,” he added.
Seth frowned. “And where would that be, on top of my bed or Mama’s?”
Yours.”
Seth pressed his lips together as if he were trying to suppress a chuckle. “That’s not funny.”
I thought it was.”
My mama sure won’t,” Seth said with a laugh that softened Giles’ resolve. “Now, will you teach me?
Teach you what?”
How to paint?”
No.”
Seth blinked. “Why not? You said you were going to paint all day anyway. Will it matter so much if I’m here, too?”
Yes. I don’t teach.”
Shrugging, Seth walked over to the bureau and picked up one of the brushes that were soaking in a cup of water. “All right, you don’t have to teach me anything, but can I stay?”
Giles knit his brows. “And do what?”
Paint.”
But you don’t know how,” Giles pointed out.
That’s because you won’t teach me,” Seth argued, the corner of his mouth tipping up into the smile he usually wore. “But that’s all right. I’m sure I can paint something without any instruction.”
How about without making it necessary to revarnish the wood?”
I don’t know.” Seth frowned and lifted his shoulders. “Without anyone telling me what I’m doing right or wrong, I might make a big mess.”
The last of Giles’ resolve and unease about having Seth in the room evaporated. “Well, just see that you do it over there where the carpet runner is.”

About the Author: 
Rose Gordon is the USA Today Bestselling and Award Winning Author of more than a dozen unusually unusual historical romances that have been known to include scarred heroes, feisty heroines, marriage-producing scandals, far too much scheming, naughty literature and always a sweet happily-ever-after. 

When not escaping to another world via reading or writing a book, she spends her time chasing two young boys around the house, being hunted by wild animals, or sitting on the swing in the backyard where she has to use her arms as shields to deflect projectiles AKA: balls, water balloons, sticks, pinecones, and anything else one of them picks up to hurl at his brother who just happens to be hiding behind her.

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