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Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Blog Tour: "Season for Surrender" by Theresa Romain (Promo/Giveaway)

Welcome to our Virtual tour stop of "Season for Surrender" by Theresa Romain brought to you by LIT Connect Events.

Season for Surrender
by Theresa Romain
Genre: Historical romance
Tone: Humorous, lighthearted, romantic
Heat Level: Sensual: Love scenes with euphemisms. Publisher: Kensington/Zebra 
Publishing Date: October 2, 2012
Format: Digital and Print (mass market) 

Words: 92,000 

Back Cover Blurb:
Alexander Edgware, Lord Xavier, has quite a reputation— for daring, wagering, and wickedness in all its delightful forms. But the wager before him is hardly his preferred sport: Xavier must persuade a proper young lady to at- tend his famously naughty Christmas house party—and stay the full, ruinous two weeks. Worse, the lady is Louisa Oliver, a doe-eyed bookworm Xavier finds quite charming. Yet to refuse the challenge is impossible—he will simply have to appoint himself Miss Oliver’s protec- tor...
Louisa knows her chance for a husband has passed. But she has no desire to retire into spinsterhood without enjoying a few grand adventures first. When Lord Xavi- er’s invitation arrives, Louisa is more intrigued than insulted. And once inside the rogues’ gallery, she just may have a thing or two to teach her gentlemen friends about daring... 


The scene: At the end of a difficult Christmas day, Alexander, Lord Xavier, has come to the library of his country house for the solace of conversation with Louisa Oliver. But the conversation—and the solace—don’t go as he expected… 

     He folded his arms to cover the thud of his heart. Yes, he wanted that, and desperately. He was a bottomless pit of need, unable to stay away from the fleeting regard of the world. Powerless to deny the harsh seduction of her honesty.
    An honesty that came wrapped in sleek curves, a wry mouth, and the high, serene brow of a Botticelli beauty.
    He could have groaned. But he did not permit that, either. Instead, he jammed his hands tighter into the vise of his folded arms, hoping the pressure of his own limbs would remind him not to reach out for her. Or anything else that was foolish.
   “I’m only talking to you, Alex,” she said. “It’s up to you to decide whether my words bear any relation to your life.”
   He was glad that he was seated, that this chair could give shape to his disintegrating form. “Tell me more, if you wish.”
    “A question for you, then.” She paused. “What have you received in return for all you’ve given up?”
    “I’ve given up nothing.”
    “Are you certain of that?”
    He frowned. “What could I possibly have given up? I’ve an earldom to oversee. A house in London. I have servants to care for and, right now, a houseful of guests to keep happy, though certain among them seem determined to hate each other.”
   As he spoke the words, he felt their hollowness. His servants cared for his estate and home in London. His guests cared for themselves. And he—he had no one to care for but himself, and no one to care much for him.
   It had always been that way. Orphaned as an infant, he’d been used to fending for himself in his gilded cradle. As a boy, he formulated the cleverest pranks; as a man, the betting book at White’s served the same purpose: to win and hoard notoriety like others collected coin. He had learned early in life that truth didn’t matter; only reputation. If one never confirmed nor denied rumor, the beau monde’s fascination would increase.
   But what was the purpose of such fascination? It had left him isolated, always mustering one Numbered Expression or another. His life was a performance, with little truth in it.
   Except from the woman sitting next to him.
   Louisa had leaned forward, her face light-limned again, breaking into gilded curves at the edge of his vision. To him, she looked like hope: warm and shifting and impossible to pin down. And completely desirable.
   The thought was a jolt of heat, of desperate longing that loosened the binding of his own arms around his rebellious body. Because she was right: he’d given up much, including the right to pursue a respectable woman such as herself.
   He propped an elbow on the arm of his chair and shaded his eyes with his hand. As if that could erase her from his mind.
   “Indeed you do have great gifts,” she said. “A man could do much with such gifts of birth and fortune.”
   What she did not say, but what flashed through his thoughts, was, but you have not. Another truth that could not be suppressed any longer.
   In a burst of movement, he rose from his chair, strode to the fireplace, and gripped the mantel in both hands. “Why do you say this? What do you want from me?”
   Her voice was quiet behind him. “I ask only for what you’re willing to give. You’re the one who decides what that is.”
   “And why do you ask anything of me at all?” Something was making his heart beat wildly, his voice ragged. Was this anger, frustration, unbearable desire? He didn’t know; he only knew that it filled him brimful, and he wanted to be emptied of it.
   “Because no one ever has.”
   He clenched his fingertips on the marble edge of the mantel so tightly that he could feel stone pressing against bone. She was wrong, yet she was terribly correct.
   Oh, he’d made himself essential, but only in the most inconsequential ways. He was a paste necklace of a person: suitable for parties and masquerades, but not appropriate for occasions of genuine significance.

Read the next part of the excerpt tomorrow, 9/26, at Book Girl of Mur-y-Castell:

Historical romance author Theresa Romain pursued an impractical education that allowed her to read everything she could get her hands on. She then worked for universities and libraries, where she got to read even more. Eventu- ally she started writing, too. She lives with her family in the Midwest.

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Thanks for hosting Theresa today! :)

Unknown said...

Thanks for hosting me, Book Lovin' Mamas. I'm glad to be visiting you today!

June M. said...

Thanks so much for the post and hosting the giveaway :)

luved catching another excerpt ~
thx for touring, Theresa ;)

Joanne said...

Congrats on the new release. This book sounds fantastic. Thanks for the great post and continuing the excerpt.


Unknown said...

Thanks, ladies--so glad you stopped by to read and enter!

Kristia said...

Love the excerpt :)
Congrats on your release Theresa, it sounds like an amazing book!

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