BEST OF BOTH ROGUES BY SAMANTHA GRACE
Title:
The Best of Both Rogues
Author:
Samantha Grace
Series:
Rival Rogues, Book 3
ISBN:
9781492608103
Pubdate:
July 7th,
2015
Genre:
Historical Regency Romance
Book
Summary
The
worst thing Mr. Benjamin Hillary ever did was abandon his bride-to-be
on their wedding day.
The
hardest thing he will ever have to do is watch her marry another man.
After
two long years abroad, Ben finds Eve every bit as captivating as she
was the first time he saw her, and he vows to set things right.
Lady
Eve Thorne has a new man in her life, and Ben is nothing but trouble.
She is no longer a starry-eyed young woman, and now that he’s back,
he can go hang for all she cares. At least that’s what she keeps
telling herself…
Excerpt from THE
BEST OF BOTH ROGUES by Samantha Grace
Ben made a slow
circle of the brightly lit ballroom, stopping occasionally to study
the couples as they sashayed past, their cheeks pink from exertion.
After several moments, he was satisfied Lord Wellham wasn’t among
the dancers, not that Ben was surprised. If his memory served, the
earl favored gambling over gamboling.
Reaching a secluded
corner near a dark alcove, he paused to check once more for his
quarry before he sought out the card room.
“What are you
doing here?” a voice hissed. “You are not on the guest list.”
“Pardon?” Ben
spun toward the speaker and came up short. His eyebrows veered toward
each other. “How do you know?” he whispered back to the mass of
green palm fronds.
“Because I helped
make the list.” The plant’s fronds parted, and Eve Thorne’s
stern glare greeted him. What the devil was she doing?
Her frown deepened
when he simply stared, at a loss for words. “Do you have a death
wish, Mr. Hillary?”
The corners of his
mouth twitched. “Let me guess, you’ve been attacked by a
man-eating plant. Are you in need of rescue, Kitten?”
She growled softly
and the fronds snapped back into place. Ben checked the surrounding
area to be certain they hadn’t earned any unwanted attention, then
peered around the massive greenery. Eve was wedged against the wall,
her yellow chiffon skirts crushed against the large pot. Her chest
rose and fell in rapid movements, drawing his attention to the modest
swell of her breasts peeking above her lacy neckline. A rosy glow
infused her ivory skin, making the sprinkling of freckles across her
cheeks almost unnoticeable.
God, he had missed
her – her freckles, her pouty lips, her soulful brown eyes. He had
been smitten from the moment he had spied her at the theater during
the little Season, and two years on a faraway continent had done
nothing to cool his ardor.
“What are you
doing back there, Miss Thorne, and shouldn’t you have a chaperone?”
She crossed her
arms as if erecting a wall between them. “God only knows why, but I
am trying to save your skin, Benjamin James Arran Hillary.”
Damnation.
He had almost forgotten he’d been burdened with so many names, and
that she had a habit of invoking every one when she was perturbed.
His smile expanded. Despite her pretense of indifference, she was
worried for him. “Am I to conclude your skulking about means you
still care?”
“I care about
Lady Eldridge, and I do not want to see her ball ruined by you and
Sebastian coming to fisticuffs. You really must leave before he sees
you and demands another meeting on the field.”
Crossing paths with
Sebastian Thorne didn’t concern Ben. Her brother’s need to defend
her reputation after Ben jilted her had been satisfied three weeks
earlier in a duel, and Thorne would not issue a second challenge for
fear of losing. Ben suspected neither of them wanted to risk looking
like fools again either. Instead of dueling with pistols or swords as
any other normal men would do, they had allowed Eve to choose the
weapons. She had chosen gloves.
He scowled. “Do
you have any idea how ridiculous it looked for two men to engage in a
slapping match?” The gents at Brooks’s hadn’t stopped talking
about the duel for days, and Ben had endured the brunt of the teasing
since he’d followed his youngest brother’s advice and allowed
Thorne to win.
Eve’s smile
radiated with self-satisfaction. “Since no one died, I would say I
made an excellent choice.”
H grudgingly
admitted her cleverness had managed to resolve the conflict without
bloodshed – or much, anyway. Ben had walked away with a cut on his
cheek and a nasty bruise, thanks to her brother filling his glove
with pebbles. But bruised pride and a bruised mug were small prices
to pay to see Eve’s position in Society restored.
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Biography
Historical romance author Samantha
Grace discovered the appeal of a great love story when she was
just a young girl, thanks to Disney’s Robin Hood. She didn’t care
that Robin Hood and Maid Marian were cartoon animals. It was her
first happily-ever-after experience and she didn’t want the warm
fuzzies to end. Now Samantha enjoys creating her own happy endings
for characters that spring from her imagination. Publishers Weekly
describes her stories as “fresh and romantic” with subtle humor
and charm. Samantha describes romance writing as the best job ever.
Social Networking Links
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http://samanthagraceauthor.com/
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