Sunday, February 15, 2015

Spotlight: Excerpt from THE BLUESTOCKING AND THE RAKE by Norma Darcy + #Giveaway

Meet Norma Darcy, author of THE BLUESTOCKING AND THE RAKE

Norma Darcy was born in London but grew up living by the sea after her family moved to Whitstable, Kent, when she was two. She started writing when she was sixteen, but it wasn’t until many years later that she began to write seriously. A graphic designer by trade, she has always dreamed of earning a living from writing. She now lives in Kent with her husband.

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“What exactly are you up to?” Miss Blakelow demanded, watching as the party retreated to stroll in the gardens. His lordship held the door open for her, and as she brushed past him, she trod on something and tripped, only just catching herself before she ploughed face-first into his chest.

That was my foot,” he said with a pained expression on his face.

“Sorry,” she said awkwardly.

“What did you do with that money I gave you for the new spectacles? You clearly have not made use of it. If I find you have spent it on anyone else, it will be very much the worse for you—”

“What are you doing?” she interrupted with some impatience. “Did I or did I not refuse your offer of marriage the other day?”

“You did.”

“I did. I am glad that we are in agreement over that. So why then, given my very clear refusal, have you just announced that we are to be married?”

“I didn’t. I announced my intention to marry you. That, my girl, is entirely different.”

“I am not going to marry you. Can you understand that?”

He gave her a twisted smile. “I will allow that you are not ready to marry me at the present moment, but I hope that once you have discovered that you cannot live without me then you will change your mind.”

There was a loud groan from the lady.

“Yes, my love?”

“I will not change my mind. I won’t marry. I cannot marry. There, can I be any plainer?”

“Why not?”

She rolled her eyes. “I am not having this discussion with you. Please consider this my final answer.”

“Very well. I will come to an agreement with you. I will not send details of our engagement to the newspapers just yet.”

“How kind.”

“Yes. We will be friends first.”

When are you going home?” she asked, as if his presence gave her exquisite pain.

He grinned. “When you have agreed to ride with me tomorrow.”

“Then you will have a long wait, my lord.”

“A walk then, by the lake.”


“You are being rude to me today,” he marveled.

“I know it amuses you, my lord, to mock me because you think I have no experience of men. You are no more my choice of husband than I am your choice of wife.”

He smiled. “Then that shows how little you know me … and yourself for that matter.”

With this very perplexing remark he let her go and watched her disappear into the rose garden. He left soon afterward sure in the knowledge that Miss Georgiana Blakelow was thinking about him—perhaps not in the most flattering of terms, but she was definitely thinking about him.

Excerpted with permission from Montlake Romance from The Bluestocking and the Rake © 2015 by Norma Darcy.
All rights reserved.
Genre: Historical
Page Count: 411 pages
Publisher: Montlake Romance (February 17, 2015)

The Earl of Marcham has decided to put the excesses of his colourful youth firmly behind him.

As he comes to the realisation that he must marry, a strait-laced spinster releases a morality pamphlet exposing yet more of his misdemeanours. The Earl decides that the most appropriate way to avenge himself, is to seduce her…

Miss Georgiana Blakelow has long ago given up the hope of marriage. She has resigned herself to a life of companion to one or other of her sisters and of trying to save the family estate from ruin.

As the sparks fly and Marcham finds himself unexpectedly attracted to the spinster, Miss Blakelow becomes more determined than ever to keep him at a safe distance. And the Earl discovers that his bluestocking is not all that she seems…

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