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WHEN THE SCOUNDREL SINSby Anna Harrington
Title: When the Scoundrel Sins
Author: Anna Harrington
On Sale: August 29, 2017
Series: Capturing the Carlisles: Book 2
Format: Mass Market Paperback
Price: $7.99 USD
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Six years ago, a childish prank perpetrated by the reckless Quinton Carlisle ruined Annabelle Greene’s reputation and any chance she had at securing a successful marriage. Incensed, she moved to her beloved estate on the Scottish border and has reveled in the solitude…until now when the contents of a family will are revealed. Suddenly, Belle’s single status may cost her the only home she’s ever known. Now, with her only marital prospect a horribly greedy and completely undesirable man, Belle knows just the person to rescue her-the one person who owes her for his bad behavior…
There’s nothing Quinn Carlisle wants more than to get out from his older brother’s shadow and make a name for himself abroad. So when a mysterious letter arrives, promising adventure, he rushes to the Scottish border…only to find that Belle laid a trap for him. The awkward, shy bluestocking whom he so enjoyed tormenting is gone, replaced by a graceful, elegant woman who ignites a desire in him he can’t resist. Can Quinn help her save her home-and win her heart in the process?
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“You look much more like your father now,” she commented, nervously licking her suddenly dry lips but only serving to draw his attention to her mouth. Which made her even more nervous, so nervous that she couldn’t stop the trembling of her fingertips as they wrapped into the skirt of her night rail. “But you’re still a troublemaker.”
A faint smile played at his mouth. “And you’re still a bluestocking,” he countered. Unintentionally simmering a slow heat low in her belly, he reached up to tuck a stray curl behind her ear. “Still retreating to the sanctuary of your library.”
“Because books are usually more pleasant than most people,” she answered, swallowing hard when he trailed his fingers down the side of her neck. She forced out, not at all as firmly as she’d hoped beneath the soft touch of his fingers,
“And more trustworthy.”
Ignoring that jab, he slid his hand lower to let his fingers play at the edge of her shawl. “Yet there are things that people can do that books can’t.” His fingers tugged gently at the shawl and pulled it down her shoulder to reveal the scooped neck of the nightdress beneath. His gaze flicked to the small patch of revealed skin at the base of her throat, then back to her eyes. “All kinds of interesting things.”
She should stop him, swat his hand away, shove him back—but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Just as she couldn’t hold back the hot shiver that swept through her or the gooseflesh that formed on her skin. His touch was proving to be as equally intoxicating now as that night six years ago.
“Then I have no interest in learning them,” she countered, although from the way her blood hummed, her body was very interested.
Madness—that after what he’d done to her, she could ever want to be in his arms again. Yet she desired just that, although that could never happen. Kissing him once had ruined her reputation. Kissing him again might destroy her entire future.
She thrust her chin into the air. “I know of your reputation.”
“Thank you,” he half purred.
His finger hooked beneath the wide shoulder strap of her sleeveless nightgown and slid it slowly down her arm. But this time, with a stretch of bare shoulder revealed to his eyes, he didn’t bother feigning propriety by looking away and instead flamed a prickling heat beneath her skin everywhere he gazed.
She pulled in a deep breath to steady herself. Oh, why did she always go light-headed when she was alone with him?
“That was not meant as a compliment.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Anna Harrington fell in love with historical romances–and all those dashing Regency heroes–while living in London, where she studied literature and theatre. She loves to travel, fly airplanes, and hike, and when she isn’t busy writing her next novel, she loves fussing over her roses in her garden.
1. What is on your nightstand?
— Too many books! If the stack ever falls over, I might never be found! J Right now, I’m reading His Ballerina Bride by Teri Wilson and set to read Georgian London: Into the Streets, The Lady Meets Her Match by Gina Conkle, and Calling It by Jen Doyle.
- What author would you totally fan?
— Elizabeth Hoyt…and I have! (My deepest apologies, Elizabeth!) I cornered her at our publisher’s reception and gushed all over about how much I love, love, LOVE her books, especially Duke of Midnight and Thief of Darkness, which are simply perfect. In her kindness, she has since forgiven me. J
- What makes you cringe?
— Violence, hatred, discrimination, and general intolerance toward those who are different or for whom life has been particularly harsh. That’s why I love creating HEA’s. In my books, I can work to alleviate some of the evil in the real world, no matter how small.
- Do you obsessively plot out each point or just go with the flow?
— A little of both. I always write down the general plot arc for the story, so that I know where the story is going and how to pace it to hit 85K – 95K words, but within that general plot, I have no idea in what direction the characters will take their stories. Usually, I end up readjusting the plot arc halfway through because the characters want to go someplace I hadn’t originally intended.
- Is there a word you love to use?
— Right now, it’s the word “coiled,” as in … “His husky drawl coiled a low heat inside her belly, tightening the throbbing ache until her body tensed like a spring, begging to be sprung.” J I have to be careful not to overuse those pet words, no matter how delicious they are.
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