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Hi, everyone. I’m Samantha Grace, RITA-nominated author of the historical romance series, Rival Rogues. Today I’m very happy to be joined by Benjamin Hillary, the hero of my latest novel, THE BEST OF BOTH ROGUES, and the heroine’s brother, Sebastian Thorne. Ben’s younger sister, Lady Lana Forest, has graciously agreed to act as the interviewer, and she has promised to put these two rogues through the paces.
Sebastian slants a look at Lana: She appears harmless enough.
Ben: She’s a Trojan horse. Don’t be fooled by her appearance.
Lana: You do realize I can hear you, Benjamin.
Sebastian cocks an eyebrow: Now you’ve done it, Hillary. She has resorted to using your proper name. That always means trouble. Why do little sisters do that when they are incensed?
Ben: At least my sister sticks with one name. Eve invokes every single name given to me when she’s mad. Benjamin James Arran Hillary!
Sebastian chuckles: Ah, yes. Evie does like to recite them all. She says there is no sense in having so many names if they are never used.
Lana: Please excuse my interrupting. I realize you two are bonding, but we have an interview to do. What is the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?
The men suddenly can’t look each other in the eye.
Ben: We really don’t need to rehash our embarrassing moments. Next question, please.
Lana: I thought you both might enjoy discussing the spectacles you made of yourself when you two met on the field to duel. I heard it was quite entertaining. Did you truly challenge each other to a slapping match?
Sebastian: Blasted Evie! I told her we’d never live it down if she made us duel with gloves.
Ben glowers at his sister: Next question, Lana.
Lana rolls her eyes: As you wish. If you had to challenge someone to a duel, what would your weapon of choice be?
Ben and Sebastian: NOT GLOVES!
Ben: Lana, a serious question, please?
Lana smirks: Very well. A serious question it is. If a sow walked in the door wearing a bonnet, what would she say?
Sebastian: Does this color make my head look fat?
Ben laughs: You are quick, Thorne.
Lana sticks out her tongue: Brothers!
Reaching a secluded corner near a dark alcove, he paused to check once more for his quarry before he sought out the card room.
“What are you doing here?” a voice hissed. “You are not on the guest list.”
“Pardon?” Ben spun toward the speaker and came up short. His eyebrows veered toward each other. “How do you know?” he whispered back to the mass of green palm fronds.
“Because I helped make the list.” The plant’s fronds parted, and Eve Thorne’s stern glare greeted him. What the devil was she doing?
Her frown deepened when he simply stared, at a loss for words. “Do you have a death wish, Mr. Hillary?”
The corners of his mouth twitched. “Let me guess, you’ve been attacked by a man-eating plant. Are you in need of rescue, Kitten?”
She growled softly and the fronds snapped back into place. Ben checked the surrounding area to be certain they hadn’t earned any unwanted attention, then peered around the massive greenery. Eve was wedged against the wall, her yellow chiffon skirts crushed against the large pot. Her chest rose and fell in rapid movements, drawing his attention to the modest swell of her breasts peeking above her lacy neckline. A rosy glow infused her ivory skin, making the sprinkling of freckles across her cheeks almost unnoticeable.
God, he had missed her – her freckles, her pouty lips, her soulful brown eyes. He had been smitten from the moment he had spied her at the theater during the little Season, and two years on a faraway continent had done nothing to cool his ardor.
“What are you doing back there, Miss Thorne, and shouldn’t you have a chaperone?”
She crossed her arms as if erecting a wall between them. “God only knows why, but I am trying to save your skin, Benjamin James Arran Hillary.”
Damnation. He had almost forgotten he’d been burdened with so many names, and that she had a habit of invoking every one when she was perturbed. His smile expanded. Despite her pretense of indifference, she was worried for him. “Am I to conclude your skulking about means you still care?”
“I care about Lady Eldridge, and I do not want to see her ball ruined by you and Sebastian coming to fisticuffs. You really must leave before he sees you and demands another meeting on the field.”
Crossing paths with Sebastian Thorne didn’t concern Ben. Her brother’s need to defend her reputation after Ben jilted her had been satisfied three weeks earlier in a duel, and Thorne would not issue a second challenge for fear of losing. Ben suspected neither of them wanted to risk looking like fools again either. Instead of dueling with pistols or swords as any other normal men would do, they had allowed Eve to choose the weapons. She had chosen gloves.
He scowled. “Do you have any idea how ridiculous it looked for two men to engage in a slapping match?” The gents at Brooks’s hadn’t stopped talking about the duel for days, and Ben had endured the brunt of the teasing since he’d followed his youngest brother’s advice and allowed Thorne to win.
Eve’s smile radiated with self-satisfaction. “Since no one died, I would say I made an excellent choice.”
H grudgingly admitted her cleverness had managed to resolve the conflict without bloodshed – or much, anyway. Ben had walked away with a cut on his cheek and a nasty bruise, thanks to her brother filling his glove with pebbles. But bruised pride and a bruised mug were small prices to pay to see Eve’s position in Society restored.
Page Count: 352 pages
Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca (July 7, 2015)
The worst thing Mr. Benjamin Hillary ever did was abandon his bride-to-be on their wedding day.
The hardest thing he will ever have to do is watch her marry another man.
After two long years abroad, Ben finds Eve every bit as captivating as she was the first time he saw her, and he vows to set things right.
Lady Eve Thorne has a new man in her life, and Ben is nothing but trouble. She is no longer a starry-eyed young woman, and now that he’s back, he can go hang for all she cares. At least that’s what she keeps telling herself…
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