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debssimmons-340-thedarkviscount1.jpg I admit it, when I heard Deborah Simmons was finally returning to Harlequin Historical, I sqqquuueee’ed. When I first started to read romance I believe she had already left HH. And it took me a while to collect her Regency Quartet. But once I had them and read them I was hooked.


Although I think she is best known for her unfinished The de Burghs series, since it didn’t seem like she was going to be finishing it up anytime soon I haven’t been in a hurry to read them.

But now she is back!

Make sure you check out her guest post today at 11am Central to get more info on her newest book, as well as some info on what is next. To hold you over here is the summary, a short excerpt and a nice big version of The Dark Viscount cover.


THE DARK VISCOUNT COVER
The Dark Viscount by Deborah Simmons

Siblings Kit and Sydony Marchant are thrilled to receive the legacy of a medieval manor house from a distant relative, but their new home is plagued by odd rumors and strange discoveries. Intrigued by the overgrown maze that looms over the rear of the property, Sydony soon is delving into its disturbing history. But even more disturbing is the sudden arrival of Bartholomew Hawthorne, a former neighbor with whom she shares a history of her own.

EXCERPT (sadly way too short)

The old window was dirty, and she hurried to wipe at it, resisting a temptation to call the maid from her duties. Although the panes needed proper cleaning, Sydony still could see through them since the rain had stopped. She looked eagerly below, where a mass of greenery caught her eye. It was much larger than she imagined, and despite being overgrown, there was a definite pattern.

“There it is!” Sydony whispered. Filled with excitement, she grabbed Barto’s arm, as she might have years ago, and pointed with her other hand.

“What?” he asked, as though startled by her enthusiasm.

Sydony glanced up at him in surprise. Had no one mentioned the hedges? She opened her mouth to explain, but the flicker of interest on Barto’s usually impassive face told her that he had seen it, too.

“A maze,” he murmured, and they shared a moment of wonder that made Sydony forget her earlier discomfiture.

“You’d need a scythe to get through some of the passages,” Barto said softly.

He probably was right. The hedges were so thick in spots Sydony could not easily discern the path, a twisty, tangled route that made her shiver. “But there’s certainly no mistaking the center,” she said, awed by the huge tree, obviously ancient, that stood like a sentinel in the middle, its branches spreading out over the surrounding plantings.

“It’s too wet to go out there now,” Barto said.

“Yes,” Sydony answered. She glanced up at the man standing beside her, and for a moment the years fell away. They shared a look from their past, one that promised adventure and daring, right here in her own garden.

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