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Author Bio:
Amy
Rose Bennett has always wanted to be a writer for as long as she can remember.
An avid reader with a particular love for historical romance, it seemed only
natural to write stories in her favourite genre. She has a passion for creating emotion-packed—and
sometimes a little racy—stories set in the Georgian and Regency periods. Of
course, her strong-willed heroines and rakish heroes always find their happily
ever after.
Amy
is happily married to her own Alpha male hero, has two beautiful daughters, a
rather loopy Rhodesian Ridgeback and a Devonshire Rex cat with attitude. She is
a Speech Pathologist, but is currently devoting her time to her one other true
calling—writing romance.
My
debut release, an erotic Regency novella was published by Steam eReads in April
this year:
An Improper Proposition
Fraternizing with one’s footman—no matter how young
and handsome he is—is not the done
thing…but Lady Bianca Wells is going to do it anyway…
Widowed countess Lady
Bianca Wells secretly lusts after her much younger, rakishly handsome footman
Harry Blake. Even though he has been in her employ for six months, she has not
succumbed to her indecorous urges to take him as a lover… until one wicked
night at an isolated country inn when she throws caution to the wind and offers
Blake a wholly improper proposition.
Harry Blake, the
bastard son of a duke and governess, is the epitome of the perfect footman,
except for one thing—he fantasizes about seducing his beautiful mistress. When
Lady Wells proposes that they become lovers for one night only, he is torn.
Even though he wants her with every fibre of his being, he suspects that
forbidden fruit once tasted, can be awfully addictive. He wonders if one night
of passion will be enough, for either of them—especially now that he realizes
he might very well be falling in love with his bella Bianca.
But when all is said
and done, Blake can hardly refuse such a tempting proposition, no matter how
unwise or improper. He just prays that he can put a smile on his mistress’s
beautiful face…
Excerpt
Set Up: Lady Wells feels shaken
after a drunken patron propositions her for a kiss at the inn she is staying
at. Her footman, Blake comes to her aid, then escorts her to her room…
The sooner she dismissed Blake for the evening, the better. For a
servant who’d only been in her employ for six months, he read her too well. And
she had come to rely on him far too much. This growing familiarity between them
was a problem, but one she wasn’t fit to deal with right now.
She turned back to address him and her breath hitched. He really was
too handsome to be her footman. Even with his black hair hidden beneath his
periwig again, his chiselled jaw, wide mouth and sparkling emerald green eyes
set him apart from most other men of his station. Indeed he was as handsome as
any young buck of the ton. Or so her
close friends repeatedly told her. Those same friends—including Lady
Jameson—who also whispered to her that she was mad not to have a fuck or two
with him.
Stop gawping at him like a
foolish adolescent girl, Bianca. Dismiss him, before you do something you
regret.
With a trembling hand, she pushed a strand of her blonde hair away
from her mouth and found her voice. “Well, thank you again for your timely
intervention, Blake. That will be—”
“Do you have any brandy, my lady?”
She arched an eyebrow. “Why?”
Blake held her gaze. It was one of the things she liked about him so
much. He was respectful yet not easily intimidated by her when she played the
haughty dowager countess.
“Please forgive my
impertinence,” he at last responded, his forehead dipping into a frown, “but
you’ve had a shock and it might help. Would you like me to fetch you some from
the taproom?”
“No, that won’t be necessary, but thank you.” Now was the time to
bid him good night but for some reason, she couldn’t do it. She supposed it was
because she found his strong male presence reassuring after what had happened
only minutes before. She stepped back from the door, opening it wider to admit
him. “But perhaps you could re-stoke the fire for me…Tilly has retired early
with a headache.”
“Of course, my lady.”
Bianca shut the door after him and leant against the smooth wood
panels, watching him as he removed his white gloves before he bent low to toss
several logs into the grate. His wide shoulders strained against the navy blue
superfine of his liveried jacket as he moved. Such power and grace for such a
tall man. She suspected he’d developed his athletic physique when he’d served
as a corporal in Wellington’s army. Not for the first time, she wondered how he
would look without his livery. She bit her lip.
Stop behaving like a vixen
on heat, Bianca. Tell him to go. Now.
But she didn’t. She crossed to her travelling trunk at the foot of
the four-poster bed and after rummaging around for a moment, pulled out a
bottle of sherry. Her medicinal sherry, she liked to tell herself. In truth, a
nip or two before bed was her one and only vice. Aside from lusting after Blake.
“Would
you like some?” she asked, brandishing the bottle. Her cheeks grew unbearably
hot. She was crossing into wild, unchartered taboo territory, but she couldn’t
seem to stop herself. “Think of it as a thank you…for your chivalry.”
Blake
replaced the poker in its stand and frowned, clearly torn. Would he follow her
across the line? Bianca’s heart slammed against her ribs as she waited for his
answer.
He
rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, then met her gaze. “I won’t say no,
my lady.”
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