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Book Cover I’m thrilled to announce that my new historical romance ONCE A RAKE is now available!

To celebrate its release, I’d like to invite you to enter a special 2-day contest for the chance to win a goody-treasure-bag with signed copies of: MY WICKED PIRATE and ONCE A RAKE!

Here’s a sneak peek at the battle of the sexes raging on the pages…

Once upon a time, the Earl of Ashby was a notoriously handsome libertine, but the war against Napoleon has scarred him. Now, years later, Isabel Aubrey, a proper lady in need of an influential lord to champion her charity, dares to approach the masked, reclusive colonel and arouses the dormant desire of London’s legendary rake.

Scarred in battle, tormented by the horrors of war, consumed with self-hate and loneliness, Colonel Lord Ashby is certain of this: To keep her, he must seduce her, as only a rake can…
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Enter DAY-1 of the contest…

Read the hero’s POV and then answer the question at the bottom. Enjoy!

RAKES ARE FROM MARS – HE SAYS…

Dear Reader,

I am the Earl of Ashby, retiring Commander of the 18th Hussars, and a scarred recluse.

I have not always been the wretched creature you see now. Years ago, before Napoleon invaded Portugal, I pursued a perfectly normal life: Got foxed every night, wagered my blunt on absurdities, and made sport of lifting pretty chits’ skirts. A blackguard and a scattergood the wags tagged me, until Will Aubrey pulled me out of the black heart of London into which I had sunk and gave me a purpose: Vanquish Bonaparte.

Yet wars have a nasty way of turning daring young men into monsters. What was left of my soul after the gory years on the Peninsula died in the Battle of Waterloo, along with the only true friend I ever had. Now, his younger sister, the lovely Isabel Aubrey, comes to solicit my sponsorship for her charity – and I hardly recognize her. Little Izzy was a beautiful doll with shining blue eyes and ribbons in her hair. The compassionate woman refusing to leave me in peace is… heart stopping. I imagine it is well deserved comeuppance for my sins that the fifteen year old chit who once blushed in my presence should blossom into a bruising beauty and return to haunt me when I’m no longer worth a damn… Yet it is more than I can bear.

Isabel offers friendship and tries to unmask me at every turn. She makes a shambles of my peaceful existence trying to heal my torments and enticing me to return to Polite Society.

Confound it all! I’m not a bloody charity case! She makes me feel like a doddering old man, broken beyond repair, when what I ache to do is finish the kiss she has begun seven years ago – in my bed, making ferocious love to her…

Which is why I sent her away, never to return – but she keeps coming back. Fool that I am, I wear a mask in the privacy of my home and assume the role of honorable benefactor by day when she calls on me in private – while plotting and scheming how to render her naked. But by night… I watch her from the shadows as she dazzles the ton with her wit and laughter and her delectable beauty. Then, I take harebrained risks to waltz with her in darkened gazeboes and kiss her by moonlight. Everything about her conspires to bring me to my knees. She arouses my dormant desire, stirs my deepest emotions, and awakens a hope I dare not cling to… Alas, I am not the only man panting after her.

The wolves are circling her at every rout, spouting marriage proposals. Sooner or later she will end up married to one of them, and then what will become of me?

The problem is: I absolutely cannot bare my private hell to her. Softhearted Isabel, who once took stray puppies off the street, would drop in a dead faint if she saw me unmasked. And if she discovered all my ugly secrets, she would flee as far as her legs could carry her.

Now she has issued me a challenge, a promise in disguise. She wants me to attend her charity’s masquerade ball, knowing full well I have not made a public appearance in years.

How do I explain to her that I’m a living battlefield of ghosts, unfit to move in Society? She has mapped out a Via Dolorosa for me to undertake before she surrenders to the intense desire burning between us and I fear I shan’t prevail. Unless… I initiate an outrageous seduction that only a rake would devise and that hopefully Isabel won’t be able to resist…

Respectfully,

Ashby

DAY-1 Contest Question: How old is Isabel when she approaches Ashby for a donation to her cause?

3 lucky winners will get a goody-treasure-bag with signed copies of: MY WICKED PIRATE and ONCE A RAKE! (Contest ends today at midnight; later entries won’t be taken into account. Thanks!)

To read Chapter One of ONCE A RAKE please visit my website.

I hope you had fun meeting Lord Ashby. Stay tuned for… HEROINES ARE FROM VENUS – SHE SAYS… DAY-2 of the contest coming December 1st as Isabel Aubrey shares her POV!
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All my love,

Rona Sharon