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Everyone,
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release. Thank you to Katalina for hosting me.
Trust
Me,
Regency Risks Series Book Two
Anne and Jon’s story continues.
Is she insane?
All of Mayfair is whispering the question.
Anne Lloyd, the new Countess of Ruel, thought she’d finally
begun to heal from having witnessed the terrible death of her first husband.
But, from her new husband’s grandmother to his ex-mistresses, it is all that is
on everyone’s lips. What scares her more than the potential social ruin is that
even she isn’t sure they aren’t right.
Jonathon Lloyd, the Earl of Ruel, has commanded men on the
battlefield and women in the ballrooms and bedchambers with his dominant
personality. It tears him apart that he can’t command his wife’s terrors to go
away. To top it off, he has to battle his grandmother, for Anne’s acceptance as
the new Countess. There are times when it seems to him that the bloody
battlefields of Europe were easier to navigate than the so-called civilized
graces of Society.
There are those who will stop at nothing to tear apart the
fragile bond between the newlyweds. Can Lady and Lord Ruel learn to trust each
enough to keep their love, and her sanity, intact?
Reader Advisory: Trust Me is an erotic historical
romance. It features frequent, graphic descriptions of sexual acts and frank
sexual slang from the time period. As a work of historical fiction, it is not
meant to be an accurate portrayal of modern BDSM lifestyles or practices. It is
also not meant to be an accurate portrayal of modern treatment or recovery from
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
By reading any further, you
are stating that you are 18 years of age, or over.
If you are under the age of
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Copyright © Natasha
Blackthorne, 2014
An excerpt from Trust Me,
Regency Risks, Book Two
Jon released his tension in
quiet whistle, and then tapped his fingers upon the desktop again.
There was no help for it. They
must face this. No one could be allowed to believe that either of them was
hiding in shame.
The bed creaked and drew his
attention.
Anne had sat up, her
black-as-midnight hair tumbled over her shoulders and her dark blue eyes were
huge in a face that seemed a bit strained. A catch in his chest caused him to
hold his breath.
He glanced back at the letter.
You stupid boy, did you forget
yourself and stash your brains in your breeches?
Lady S. tells me that this Lady C. threw
herself at your head and made such a spectacle of herself that you will be
forced to marry her. Lady W. B. and the Countess of C. both say they believe
you are already gone away on your wedding trip. Is that it then? I demand to
know! Have you married Lady C.? Please tell me you haven’t wed this hoyden!!!
“It is unfair
to be judged solely on such a moment.” Anne's voice was very soft.
“I don’t like
it, either. But it is the way our world is arranged. You are a lady and now you
are my lady.”
Her shoulders
rose and fell with her deep inhalation and then they slumped. “She makes me
seem so dreadful.”
He ran a
caressing hand over her upper back. “Anne, don’t be distressed. You must trust
me to think on what to do. And you mustn’t worry.” He squeezed her hand. “We’ll
give lie to the rumours.” He put all the confidence he possessed into his tone.
However, he knew Cherry and Maria could be very vindictive. As could his
grandmother.
A slight
pounding began at Jon’s temples. Was
Anne strong enough to face the fire?
Anne
and Jon's story began with A Measured Risk, Regency Risks Book One.
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