Giveaway and Spotlight on: Taming a Gentleman

 
 

 

 

Blurb:

John Haldane, Earl of Strathairn, is on an urgent mission to find the killer of his fellow spy. After visiting the young widow of one of his agents, Strathairn strengthens his resolve. A spy should never marry, and most certainly not to Lady Sibella Winborne, with her romantic ideas of love and marriage. Unable to give Sibella up entirely, he has kept her close as a friend. Then, weak fool that he is, he kissed her. Lady Sibella Winborne has refused several offers of marriage since she first set eyes on the handsome Earl of Strathairn. Sibella’s many siblings always rush to her aid to discourage an ardent suitor, but not this time. Her elder brother, Chaloner, Marquess of Brandreth, has approved Lord Coombe’s suit.  Sibella yearns to set up her own household. She is known to be the sensible member of the family, but she doesn’t feel at all sensible about Lord Strathairn. If only she could forget that kiss.

 

 

 

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Author Bio:

 

 

Maggi Andersen fell in love with the Georgian and Regency worlds after reading the books of Georgette Heyer. Victoria Holt’s Gothic Victorian novels were also great favorites. 

 

 

She has raised three children and gained a BA and an MA in Creative Writing. After husband David retired from the law, they moved to the beautiful Southern Highlands of Australia.

 

 

Maggi’s free time is spent enjoying her garden and the local wildlife, reading, movies and the theatre. She keeps fit swimming and visiting the gym. 

 

 

Maggi is a multi-published author, and writes mysteries and young adult novels as well as her Georgian, Regency and Victorian romances.

 

 

Author Website: http://www.maggiandersenauthor.com

 

Author Blog: http://www.maggiandersen.blogspot.com

 

Twitter: https://twitter.com/maggiandersen

 

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Excerpt: 

 

 

 

Beneath glistening chandeliers,
the dancers spun to the strains of a Handel waltz. Strathairn smiled down at
his partner, her slim waist beneath his hand as they danced. Lady Sibella
Winborne looked like a delicate flower in a gauzy pale gown covered in amber
blossom. White ostrich feather plumes adorned her luxuriant dark locks. He
enjoyed looking at her. Her serene oval face lifted and she smiled at him, her
mouth wide and full. Too wide for beauty some might say, but made for kissing.
She had inherited her mother’s famous eyes, a delectable mix of blue and green,
but her nature was quieter, lacking the vivacity of her mother in her youth,
who was said to have had men falling at her feet. He admired Sibella’s calm
beauty, but she was oh, so much more: practical, poised and intelligent. Yet
still unmarried, which surprised him.
 
          “You arrived
late tonight. I wasn’t sure you’d come,” she said.
 
          “I was tied up
with business.”
 
          “Not
parliament?”
 
          “No.”
 
          She tilted her
head. “Your horses, then?”
 
          He grinned at
her blatant curiosity. “No.”
 
          “You won’t
tell me.”
 
          “No.”
 
          Sibella
laughed with good humor. “Very well. Might I find you riding in Hyde Park
tomorrow?”
 
          “I hope to.”
 
          Her delicate
brows rose. “If business doesn’t keep you.”
 
          He laughed.
“Precisely.”
 
          The music
faded away. Strathairn escorted her back to her chair where her mother, the
Dowager Marchioness of Brandreth, sat fanning herself among the other dowagers.
He bowed, planning to slip into the rooms set aside for gambling. As much as he
might wish to dance with Sibella again, it would place them under scrutiny, and
faro was an effective release from the tension he always carried with him.
 
          “Don’t rush
off, Strathairn,” her sharp-eyed mother said. “We have seen little of you of
late. You rarely frequent these affairs.” She waved her fan in an arc to
encompass the ballroom. “Where have you been hiding?”
 
          “Not hiding,
my lady, merely visiting my estates.”
 
Lady Brandreth adjusted the silk shawl over her shoulders. “Did
you include that pile of yours in Yorkshire? I enjoyed the hunt ball, but it’s
cold as charity in winter up in those parts.”
 
          “Not this
time, but I miss it. There’s a wild beauty to the dales in winter, quite unlike
southern England.”
 
          “I daresay.” Her
purple turban wobbled as she nodded. “You are a fine figure of a man,
Strathairn. What are you now? Six and thirty? You should marry. You should be
setting up your nursery.” She gestured toward her daughter sitting beside her.
“Sibella will bear you healthy children. The Brandreths come of good stock, and
the Wederells even better.”
 
          “Mama,
please!” He caught Sibella’s apologetic gaze and suppressed a wry smile. Her
plea would have little effect; the marchioness was known to be one of the most
colorful and outspoken members of the
ton.
 
          The dowager batted her daughter’s
protest away with her fan. “I am merely speaking the truth, Sibella.”
 
          “Your daughter
is a credit to you, my lady,” he said with a smile. “She has inherited both
your beauty and intelligence.”
 
          “Now you are
toad eating.” A roguish smile lit Lady Brandreth’s face. “You always were a
charmer. Sibella
is intelligent. Walk with her on the
terrace to discover it for yourself.”
 
          “I should be delighted.”
          

 

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