About the bookJustice. That’s all Nell Trim wants-for her sister and
for the countless other young women the Marquess of Leath has ruined
with his wildly seductive ways. Now she has a bold plan to take him down
. . . as long as she can resist
the scoundrel’s temptations herself.
From the moment Nell meets James Fairbrother, the air positively
sizzles. Yet for all his size and power, there’s something amazingly
tender in his touch. Could he really be such a depraved rogue? The only
way to find out is to beat
the devil at his own game . . . one tempting kiss at a time.
Always a voracious reader, Anna Campbell decided when she was a child that she wanted to be a writer. Once she
discovered the wonderful world of romance novels, she knew exactly what
she wanted to write. Anna has won numerous awards
for her historical romances, including the RT Book Reviews Reviewers’
Choice, the Booksellers’ Best, the Golden Quill (three times), the
Heart of Excellence, the Aspen Gold (twice), and the Australian Romance
Readers Association’s most popular historical
romance (five times). Her books have twice been nominated for Romance
Writers of America’s prestigious RITA Award and three times for Romance
Writers of Australia’s Romantic Book of the Year.
When she’s not writing passionate, intense stories featuring gorgeous
Regency heroes and the women who are their destiny, Anna loves to
travel, especially in the United Kingdom, and listen to all kinds of
music. She lives near the sea on the east coast of Australia,
where she’s losing her battle with an overgrown subtropical garden.
leaned his hips against the draining board, studying Miss Trim. Nell. Eleanor.
looked tired and jumpy. And beautiful. Her dress was damp and stained after
helping Crane and a streak of dirt marked her lovely face. A strand of silvery
blond hair escaped her daunting coiffure and dangled onto her breast. His hands
curled against the cold stone bench behind him as he fought the urge to tug the
pins away and see her hair tumbling around her like moonlight.
nights ago, she’d given him too much.
hadn’t given him enough.
you for your help.”
told you—I’ve done a lot of nursing.”
to spellbinding shadow in the turned-down lamps, she stood on the flagstones.
Her stance betrayed uncertainty and her eyes were suspicious. She was always suspicious. He was devilish
tired of it.
glanced down at his filthy boots. Selsby would haul him over the coals for the
state of his clothes once he finally made it upstairs. “So you really are an
orphan.”
stiffened, hostility replacing uncertainty. “Why would I lie?”
fixed his gaze on her. “I don’t know.”
tinged her cheeks and she avoided his eyes. Was that because she was a liar, or
because she was a respectable woman alone with the man who had taken liberties?
As always with Miss Trim, he wasn’t sure of anything.
mother was ill for months before she passed away.” She sent him a look which
felt significant. He had no idea why. “And my sister Dorothy died a few months
ago.”
sorry.”
am I.” She seemed to expect a stronger reaction. Again, he sensed that there
were levels of meaning here that he missed.
father was a soldier?”
surprised you remember that.” She didn’t sound pleased.
course I remember.” He recalled every encounter with this woman and every word
she’d said. Perhaps because she was so damned elusive. There was nothing like
mystery to whet a man’s interest. “You intrigue me, Miss Trim.”
Thanks for hosting me, Carole! Great to be here!