Sparkle Book Tours presents a Historical & Regency Romance valentine book tour for author Arabella Sheraton!
If you enjoy a good regency romance, continue reading and enjoy some excerpts, character bios, the author's dream cast, and an awesome giveaway!
*For mature audiences only, please. Materials may not be suited for younger readers.
Arabella Sheraton grew up on a diet of Jane Austen, the Bronte sisters, and many other writers of that period. From Jane Austen to Georgette Heyer, Arabella has found both enjoyment and inspiration in sparkling, witty Regency novels. She also loves history and generally finds the past more fascinating than the future. Arabella wrote her first Regency romance to entertain her aged mom who loved the genre. Arabella is honoured to share the adventures of her heroes and heroines with readers.
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Lord Blackwood’s Valentine Ball
~Editor: Elaine Golden
~Cover Artist: Dawn Marsh
~eBook Designer: Cera Smith
~Published: January 2nd, 2013, by Musa Publishing
Patience continued in a fierce whisper. “Rejection? I think not, your lordship. That man should rejoice in the knowledge that he is loved, truly loved with a burning passion that the lady might be too shy to reveal.”
He caught her by one hand. “Too shy to reveal? Oh, Miss Cherwell, you have given me such hope. Do you think she fears this passion might not be reciprocated? Does she fear rejection?”
“Oh, yes,” she breathed. “Just think what it means if a woman displays emotion to a man, sentiments that others might consider unseemly. They would judge her harshly.”
“But she must not care what others think,” he said in a voice that sounded strangely hoarse, as if he struggled with some repressed emotion. “If only she knew that he reciprocates her ardour with a consuming love that he would give anything to reveal. He burns inside for her touch, her approval, her consent, and for the slightest indication that he may proceed without fear.”
Patience gazed deep into his eyes. “He may proceed, my lord, without the slightest fear and secure in the knowledge that he is loved beyond all bounds of propriety, that the lady would give anything to find herself at one with him, joined to him irrevocably in life and love!”
“And what about an age difference?” he whispered. “What if the man is more than a few years older than the woman he loves? Will their love endure?”
Something squeezed her heart as his words meant the final confirmation of his adoration for young, beautiful, vivacious Lorna. Twenty years was a big gap between Lorna and Lord Blackwood. However, an age difference was not so important, not when two people loved each other. She owed it to her friend to encourage him. She had to press on, no matter if the task broke her heart.
“What is age,” she whispered back to him, “when two minds think as one, two hearts beat as one, and two bodies are joined as one. The union of mind, body, and spirit transcends age.”
Patience breathed hard as she spoke, and he continued to stare at her. He did not speak, and his face, already so dear to her, was as familiar to her as her own. Every detail of his features burned into her consciousness. She was floating, uplifted by a thrilling throbbing of blood in her veins, by an intense feeling that overwhelmed her.
She leaned towards him in an alarmingly intimate fashion. A mere hair’s-breadth separated their faces. The tiniest movement from either of them would bring their lips together. She sat back and he released her hand.
“Pardon me,” he said. “I was captivated by the fervour, the strength contained in your reply.”
Patience, flustered, looked around for the charcoal she had dropped. “Oh, my apologies, your lordship. I am not sure what came over me to speak so freely about…er…matters of love. I am sure you consider me forward or impudent.”
The Lady’s Revenge
~Editor: Wendy Clements
~Cover Artist: Dawn Marsh
~eBook Designer: Cera Smith
~Published: November 10th, 2013, by Musa Publishing
She ran lightly to the other side, lifted the covers, and slipped into bed, winding her arms and legs around his body. Oh, his hard, muscular body felt so good; the sensation of his skin on hers made her gasp with desire. She’d forgotten how appealing, how irresistible he was. In all their passion, she had never touched his naked flesh. His prudish sense of discretion had made him impervious to the temptation of anything more than long sucking kisses and much fondling, albeit clothed.
Letitia enjoyed only seconds of the pleasure before he leaped out of the bed like a scalded cat, grabbed the poker from the fireplace, and held it out in front of him.
“In God’s name, what is this? Who are you?”
Letitia reached for the candle and lit it. His body was magnificent, like a statue of those Greek athletes she’d seen in galleries. Not an ounce of spare flesh, only rippling muscles… She had waited so long for this and just the sight of him meant it would be worth it. Her body tingled as a thrill of arousal flared.
He stared at her in total horror. She stared back, her smile fading as she realized he was not at all pleased to see her. His conservative ways had clearly come to dominate his thinking while she had been absent.
“Letitia? What on earth are you doing here? Naked? In my bed?”
She sat up, pulling the sheets around her breasts. She pouted in a provocative way.
“If I’d known you’d be so displeased to see me I wouldn’t have bothered.”
“Displeased?” He laid down the poker and shrugged on his dressing gown. “I’m stupefied.” He fastened the cord of his gown securely. “You must leave at once.”
She reached out to him. “Don’t be silly, Charles, I’m here for you tonight. We can consummate our love now. We can be together. Let’s forget the nonsense about the portrait. We can make passionate love, and then we can marry. It’s what you always wanted.”
She fluttered her eyelashes as she looked up at him. “It’s what I’ve always wanted…”
His face was grim. His eyebrows drew together in a harsh line.
“I wanted it once, Letitia, but no longer. I have seen a side to you I find hideous, even shocking. I will not marry you, and this cheap ploy will get you nowhere.”
He grabbed the covers and yanked them off the bed. She laughed, and made no effort to cover her body, but he averted his eyes. “I suggest you get dressed right now, and I will take you back home where you belong.”
by the Author
Charles is a lovely man, albeit a tad naïve about women. Having had his fair share of flirtations with glamorous ladies in the past, he fell hook, line and sinker for Letitia DeVere, just the very worst kind of woman. When he thought she had died in Italy, it took him a while to recover because having fallen so deeply in love, he found it hard to really fall in love again. His relationship with Letitia had been very much the mad lust of two people who only had physical desire in common. Two years of mourning brought him to a new sense of self. By the time he met Patience Cherwell, his ideas on love had changed, and for the better. He is very gallant, tries to do the right thing at all times, and often regrets the foolishness he had experienced with Letitia. He is ready for a mature, deep love with Patience, a kind of love more in keeping with his nature. He has no vices, and his only bad point is a tendency to see the best in people.
Dream cast: I think British actor Rufus Sewell is perfect to play Lord Blackwood. He is a bit older (forty-ish), but he has a wonderful calm and dignity that Charles would display. There is also passion simmering inside, just waiting for the right lady.
Patience is also very naïve and perhaps that’s why she and Lord Blackwood find each other appealing. Having led a sheltered life, and been passed over in the marriage stakes, Patience has little self-confidence. She cannot imagine someone like Lord Blackwood loving her. However, he sees that, besides her beauty, she is clever, a talented artist, well-read, and creative. She has an innately good nature. Once he has declared his love, a love that is challenged by Letitia DeVere’s miraculous return from the grave, Patience really reaches down inside to find her inner strength. An obstacle that would have, in the past, sent her running for cover, results in Patience growing in maturity and wisdom. She fights back for her man and also teaches him a few lessons along the way.
Dream cast: My choice would be Nicole Kidman, not because she is famous, but because she has the kind of fragile beauty that I imagine Patience to possess. There is also daintiness, elegance, and a charm about her that would make her the perfect choice for the part of Patience Cherwell.