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Loving Lady Lazuli
by Shehanne Moore
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Only one man in England can identify her. Unfortunately he’s
living next door.
Ten years ago sixteen year old Sapphire, the greatest jewel
thief England has ever known, ruined Lord Devorlane Hawley’s life. Now she’s
dead and buried, all the respectable widow, Cassidy Armstrong, wants is the
chance to prove who she really is.
But not only
does her new neighbor believe he knows that exactly, he’s hell-bent on
revenge. All he needs is the actual
proof. So when he asks her to
choose between being his mistress, or dangling on the end of a rope, only
Sapphire can decide…
What’s left for
a woman with nowhere left to go, but to stay exactly where she is?
And hope, that when it comes to neighbors, Devorlane Hawley
won’t prove to be the one from hell.
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Excerpt:
Belle began to sing. “Eef I-eye were a-ah tin-eeh-eh elfeen…”
Jesus God, why couldn’t Belle just pronounce the word if
like any other self-respecting person? Why must she screech it to death? Tiny
and elfin too? Then, not being content with that, mutilate the corpse? Even
before Cass had time to splay her fingers on the yellowed keys?
To manage through the first line with Devorlane Hawley’s
openly contemptuous stare burning holes in her and Belle’s vaulting soprano
bawling in her ears was going to be a miracle that ranked with some of that
same God’s finest. And she didn’t manage it. The opening bar…lord, what was
that twang? That screech too?
“I woulds’t but fly all day. Fl-ah-ah-ah-eye away.”
Belle’s screech soared to the rafters as if she were going
to follow by sprouting wings, to the horror of the assembled multitude, and fly
about the beams—lovely but worth sod all except for firewood—having first
bedazzled everyone with an air-borne circuit of the hall.
Devorlane Hawley’s twisted, furrowed brow suggested his
agony. Whether this was down to Belle’s caterwauling, or Cass’s own appalling
efforts at accompaniment, or the wound he’d suffered in the Peninsular, or the
choice of this particular song for his home-coming, or the fact he’d come home
at all or all five for that matter, was hard to divine. But she very much
wanted to get up and run.
He didn’t look very the least like the kind of man who
wanted to be a tiny elfin and fl-ah-ah-ah-eye away. What he looked was the kind
to snap the pianoforte lid down on her fingers, in order to ensure his ears
being spared further assault.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Shehanne Moore writes gritty, witty, historical romance, set
wherever takes her fancy. What hasn’t she worked at while pursuing her dream of
becoming a published author? Shehanne still lives in Scotland, with her husband Mr Shey. She has two
daughters. When not writing intriguing historical romance, where goals and
desires of sassy, unconventional heroines and ruthless men, mean worlds
collide, she plays the odd musical instrument and loves what in any other
country, would not be defined, as hill-walking.
Her second book featuring a hottie scottie, His Judas Bride
was recently released.
My pleasure to host Lady Lazuli today. Fantastic book cover, Sheahnne!! I love it. Have a wonderful blog tour.
My pleasure to host Lady Lazuli today. Fantastic book cover, Sheahnne!! I love it. Have a wonderful blog tour.
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