Friday, February 22, 2013

Sexy Snippet with Shana Galen + Giveaway (International)


We're always happy to have Shana as a guest on the blog and we can't wait for you to read this fun snippet from her second Jewels of the Ton boon, If You Give A Rake A Ruby.

WELCOME BACK TO THE BLOG SHANA!!!

Meet Shana:
Shana Galen is the bestselling author of fast-paced adventurous Regency historicals, including the RT Reviewers’ Choice The Making of a Gentleman. Her books are published all over the world and have been featured in the Rhapsody and Doubleday Book Clubs. She taught English at the middle and high school level off and on for eleven years. Most of those years were spent working in Houston's inner city. Now she writes full time. She’s happily married and has a daughter who is most definitely a romance heroine in the making. Shana loves to hear from readers: visit her website at www.shanagalen.com or see what she’s up to daily on Facebook and Twitter.

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I want to thank Kati and Jamie for inviting me back and celebrating the upcoming release of If You Give a Rake a Ruby with me! This is the second in my Jewels of the Ton series and possibly the best one yet. I’m excited to share this sexy snippet with you. It’s from chapter 6 and a Romancing Rakes for the Love of Romance exclusive!

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Fallon was seething. “You’re not asleep at all!” Wretched man.

“How can anyone sleep with all the noise you are making? I must say you make a very poor hostess, Fallon.”

She jumped up, winced at the pain in her side, and eased back onto her pillows. “I don’t recall inviting you.”

“Exactly!” he said, opening his eyes. “A good hostess would not have commented—what’s wrong?” He was up and beside her in a matter of seconds. He put his hand on her shoulder, and she shrugged it off then winced in pain again.

“Nothing.”

He knelt beside her. “Where does it hurt?”

“Nowhere. Everywhere. It’s not your concern.”

“You’ve got quite a few bruises,” he said, inspecting her. He took her arms in his hands and turned them this way and that. “But I don’t see anything…”

“Stop touching me.”

His fingers were light on her arms, tender, and she didn’t want tenderness from him. He rose and began to feel her head. “A few bumps and bruises. Does this one hurt?”

“Yes! Ow! Stop touching me.”

“What about your legs?” He bent, lifted the hem of her nightshift, and began to poke at her calves. Fallon kicked him away and lowered the gown.

“What are you doing?”

“For a courtesan, you’re rather modest. Don’t you dance naked at the Cyprians’ balls or some such thing?”

Courtesans did dance naked at some of the debauched balls held by the Fashionable Impures like the Wilson sisters and Julia Johnstone, but Fallon had never participated. She wasn’t all that modest, either, but she didn’t like the effect his touch had on her.

Or perhaps she liked it too much.

“I said I was fine. I don’t want to be poked and prodded.”

“If you tell me where you hurt, I won’t have to poke and prod. And stop denying it. I can see in your face, you’re in pain.”

“Fine.” He was not going to let it go until she told him. She glanced up at him. He was barefoot and his shirt hung loose over the waist of his trousers. He wore no cravat or coat, and his shirt was open at the throat. His hair was mussed but his eyes were clear. “If I tell you, will you leave?” she asked.

“No.”

She let out an exasperated sigh. “If I tell you, will you—”

He bent and lifted her hem again.

“Fine. It hurts when I breathe!” she conceded. “My side hurts. Here.” She pointed to the spot on her side, below her breast where the pain seemed to coalesce.

He nodded. “Broken rib. How much pain are you having?”

“Enough.” She didn’t like his questions, but he’d put his hands on his hips and wasn’t touching her any longer. Broken rib. No, she couldn’t have a broken rib. Surely, if she’d broken anything she’d be in more pain.

“What about your breathing? Can you breathe deeply?”

“My rib isn’t broken.”

“Breathe deeply.”

“Stop ordering me about!”

“I will if you just goddamn do what I say!” he roared. “Bloody hell, woman, do you have to be obstinate about everything?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. She would have stood and roared back at him if she wasn’t certain it would cause her more pain. “I don’t want your help.”

“I don’t care. Now breathe or I’ll do it for you.”

She frowned, and he waved his hand in dismissal. “You know what I mean.”

“Not really,” she muttered, but she did as he asked. The pain was there, but it wasn’t overwhelming.

After he made her breathe several more times, he said, “I don’t think it’s punctured your lung. That’s a good sign, but I’d like to examine you.”

“Absolutely not! You are not a doctor, and you are not touching me.”

His look was granite, and she knew he’d be just as immovable. “I can fetch a physician, if that’s what you wish, but I don’t know how you’re going to explain this to him—or to the ton when word leaks that you’ve been injured and I was tending you.”

Fallon opened her mouth to argue then shut it again. He was right. The speculation about an affair between them would run rampant.

“Am I fetching the doctor or are you taking off your night shift?”

“I am not taking off my night shift!”

“You really needn’t be so modest. I haven’t seen you naked, but some of your gowns leave little to the imagination. I’ve no doubt you have a lovely body.”

She did not know why this statement should both infuriate her and send a shot of arousal through her.

“Of course, I won’t be looking at it. This is purely a medical examination.”

She rolled her eyes. “No, I’m sure you won’t look. And this is quite the medical examination, considering you are not a doctor.”


Excerpt from If You Give A Rake A Ruby ©2013 by Shana Galen. All rights reserved.

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What do you think, readers? Want to know what happens next? Any guesses? I’m giving away a copy of When You Give a Duke a Diamond (the first in the Jewels of the Ton series) and If You Give a Rake a Ruby (open internationally).



Genre: Historical
Length: 352 pages
Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca (March 5, 2013)

HER MYSTERIOUS PAST IS THE BEST REVENGE . . .
Fallon, the Marchioness of Mystery, is a celebrated courtesan with her finger on the pulse of high society. She’s adored by men, hated by their wives. No one knows anything about her past, and she plans to keep it that way.

ONLY HE CAN OFFER HER A DAZZLING FUTURE . . .
Warrick Fitzhugh will do anything to protect his compatriots in the Foreign Office, including seduce Fallon, who he thinks can lead him to the deadliest crime lord in London. He knows he’s putting his life on the line . . .

To Warrick’s shock, Fallon is not who he thinks she is, and the secrets she’s keeping are exactly what make her his heart’s desire . . .
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