June 2013
On Sale: June 4, 2013
Featuring: Lady Mercy Danforthe; Rafe Hartley
384 pages ISBN: 1402266030 EAN: 9781402266034 Kindle: B00BEXP51Q Paperback / e-Book Add to Wish List
For Lady Mercy Danforthe, my heroine, a "good" marriage would have
been one that adhered not only to the strict rules of society, but to the law.
Personal choice would not come into it, unless by some lucky chance she happened
to fall in love where she was supposed to. And how many romance heroines do that?
In the Regency era, the daughter of an earl would be expected to know her duty
and marry within her class. Marriages among the upper crust were arranged to
amass fortunes and lands. Unions were made to save properties and continue
aristocratic bloodlines. A love affair between the classes, therefore, was very
bad news and young ladies were carefully guarded against wicked influences that
might lead them astray.
Ahem! Did someone say wicked influences? Enter, Rafe Hartley.
To prevent clandestine weddings, the Marriage Act of 1753 (The Hardwicke Act)
stated that a union could only take place after the "banns" were read
publicly in church for three consecutive Sundays prior to the wedding. If under
the age of 21, the couple had to have parental permission. The wedding must be
recorded in the Marriage Register with the signatures of both parties,
witnesses, and the minister, and it must occur before an authorized clergyman.
Alternatively, one could purchase a special license from the Archbishop of
Canterbury in London, which allowed a marriage to take place at any time, in any
place, but this was far too expensive for most (five pounds sterling in 1811!)
and certainly would have been beyond Rafe's pockets when he was only nineteen.
The provisions of the Hardwicke Act were, of course, supposed to prevent fortune
hunters running off with wealthy young heiresses. They were meant to exert
control over wayward youngsters like Rafe Hartley, but he is not one for rules.
As he later tells a bemused, would-be matchmaker in LADY MERCY DANFORTHE FLIRTS
WITH SCANDAL,
"I am not a great one for rules of any kind. Especially since I
am never applied to in their making, they are generally never to my advantage,
and I am always forced"—he winked at the lady—"to break them."
So a little thing like a law didn't stop him from persuading seventeen-year old
Mercy Danforthe from eloping with him.
But even Rafe can't sidestep the rules forever, or avoid the wrath of her
furious brother, the Earl of Everscham. Neither can he get Mercy to stay with
him once her brother catches up with them. Mercy has grown up with those rules
and she's got some important reasons to cling to them still. As long as she
knows things are in their place, there can be no accidents. No tragedies, such
as those that led to the deaths of both her parents when she was very young. As
she likes to say,
"When things—and people—are in their proper places, life is
predictable and calm."
So the marriage is easily annulled and they are both supposed to forget it ever
happened.
Five years later, thrown together by mischievous fate yet again, they must try
to keep the secret of their scandalous three-hour marriage from ruining Lady
Mercy's reputation and wrecking Rafe's plans for a settled future. After all,
they've both grown up since then and got on with their lives. That elopement was
just a youthful mistake, a temporary madness.
Surely they both know better this time around.
Lady Mercy decided, long ago, that her life had to be kept neat, clean and tidy.
Unfortunately, Rafe Hartley just keeps trying to make it messy. And get her dirty!
In LADY MERCY DANFORTHE
FLIRTS WITH SCANDAL there is a tug of war taking place. Can these two very
different people risk being "just" friends now that five years have
passed since their abandoned wedding night, or should they keep the fire burning
under their eternal quarrelling? In a battle between duty and desire something
is bound to be broken. Will it be hearts or will it be the rules?
Here is an excerpt. Hope you enjoy!
"Well?" Rafe Hartley demanded impatiently, eyes narrowed as he
stared at her, elbows on his knees, reins slack between his fingers. "We both
know what we want. We knew it when we were on my bed together and you put your
ladylike hands on my—"
"Never mention that lapse again. Yes, I do know what I want, and
it is not you. I will take the gate, not risk my life over a hedge when I can't
see what's on the other side."
He blinked at her in a confused manner.
"Never mind," she exclaimed. "Now please drive on."
He dropped the reins, shifted closer on the wooden seat, and
clasped her face between his large, warm palms. "First, I'll take my fee for
giving you a ride."
Mercy grabbed his thick wrists and tried to pull his hands away,
but he was too strong and determined. His lips found hers, forced them apart.
She weakened. It horrified her to find this softened center beneath her
cultivated barriers, but there it was. He knew it was there and teased it out of
her, remorseless, ruthless. His tongue swept hers, curled around it, drank her
startled moan. Thank God no one was in the lane at that moment, she thought. It
might not matter to him if she was painted a scarlet hussy, but it did to her.
As soon as his lips set hers free, she demanded that he remove his hands from
her person.
"Are you intent on scandal?"
"If there's to be rumor in any case, may as well make it worth
our while."
"Rafe Hartley, that is the wickedest thing you've ever said." It
was also not far removed from what she'd thought the morning after their
escapade, when seated at her mirror and still suffering the fluttering ache of
want.
"So you just used me when you had a fancy for a bit o'
rumpy-pumpy that night, my lady." His voice was getting louder.
"I must ask you to stop compromising me at every opportunity. I
am not here to be your plaything." Mercy climbed down from the cart. "I can walk
the rest of the way. Thank you, Mr. Hartley. Good day." Lifting her petticoats
out of the mud, she marched onward, heading for the farmhouse gates. It was
suddenly very difficult to catch her breath, but she would not stop and look
back at him. She could not.
By the time she reached the gate, his horses were following her.
She lifted the rusty latch, and the gate squealed open. Finally
she felt composed enough to face him again. "Was I not clear enough?"
His expression was faintly amused. "Clear as crystal."
"Then I would thank you not to trail after me."
"I come to visit my aunt and uncle, ma'am, not to trail after
you."
"Oh." She swallowed. "Very well." She could hardly stop him from
paying a visit to his family, could she? "As long as you don't get any more of
your silly ideas," she added as she held the gate open to let him through.
He rode by at a brisk clip and laughed down at her. "Best make
haste and find me a bride, woman, or I might take matters into my own hands, eh?
Get her for myself."
It was increasingly difficult to catch her breath and focus her
mind. She kept seeing a looming hedge full of thorny brambles directly in her
path as fast hooves carried her toward it. A loud rushing sound filled her ears,
as though the wind tore at her. Why didn't her mother take the gate?
Rafe was still talking, chattering away. "Might decide to take
the wife I want by any means, whatever she has to say about it." He leapt down
from his cart.
Mercy gathered a breath at last, and forced the vision away.
"Then I suggest you invest in a stout pair of manacles and a scold's bridle if
you hope to keep her." Quarreling with Rafe was safe territory, familiar. It
kept her from dwelling on those dark, unhappy thoughts. Strangely, she always
felt better after a good fight with Rafe.
"I was thinking that very thing. Should have had them for my
first wife," he said.
"Be still my heart. That medieval view of romance certainly
aligns with your thick-headed male chest-thumping."
"Romance? I've no time for that."
"Evidently."
He scratched his head. "I need a woman to feed me, clothe
me—"
"Why don't you appeal for a housekeeper?"
"—and provide comfort on long, cold winter nights."
"I would advise a woolen nightshift and a bed warmer."
He grinned. "A bed warmer. Just what I had in mind."
Rolling her eyes, she skirted him quickly to walk on into the
house. "Do excuse me. I must get away from your irritating presence. I have
surely put up with it long enough today." And she felt the danger of it all too
deeply. His mischievous company had certain addictive qualities.
Suddenly he caught her fingers. "Let's call a truce."
"A truce?"
"If you don't plan to be here long, let's not be at war the whole
time."
Wary, she studied his countenance, and for once she could not
immediately read his intentions. "I've played enough games of chess with my
brother to know that men give up only when they know they can't win. Calling a
draw is one way to save face."
"But who'd want to save this one?" He laughed easily, pretending
he didn't know how handsome he was. "I promise not to try kissing you again.
I'll be sensible from now on. Friends?"
Mercy looked at his hand and thought of it on her waist earlier,
gently guiding her up into his cart, rescuing her from Mrs. Flick.
"Very well then," she muttered. "A truce." No doubt she'd
discover, soon enough, what he was up to.
"Now we are friends, we needn't die alone and miserable," he
chirped. "I'll visit you and make you laugh. We'll have tea and scones
together."
Amused by the picture, she chuckled softly. "If we have teeth
left with which to eat scones."
He considered it, head on one side. "I'll make you some wooden
ones."
"Lovely. And I'll knit you some hair, because I daresay you will
have lost all yours."
"Splendid. See, we can be friends." He gave her his arm,
and after a brief hesitation, she took it.
Lady Mercy Danforthe always has a plan. It's what makes her such a successful
matchmaker, and why she's obligated to spend a great deal of time generously
organizing the lives of her friends and family. But there's one man beyond her
help. One man whose recklessness she can't rein in; whose chaos she can't
contain. Her ex-husband, Rafe Hartley. Her one—and only!—mistake.
Flirts with a Reckless Rogue...
Rafe has never forgiven Mercy for running out on him. Their hastily annulled
marriage may have one lasted three hours, but that doesn't mean he needs her
help finding a proper wife. Someone needs to teach little Miss Know-It-All a
lesson about keeping her adorably freckled nose out of other people's business.
And it just so happens that Mercy "Silky Drawers" Danforthe still owes
him a wedding night...
A Scandal's Never Far Behind!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jayne Fresina sprouted
up in England, the youngest in a family of four girls. Entertained by her
father's colorful tales of growing up in the countryside, and surrounded by
opinionated sisters— all with far more exciting lives than hers—
she's always had inspiration for her beleaguered heroes and unstoppable
heroines. Look for the fourth book in the Sydney Dovedale Series, Miss Molly
Robbins Designs a Seduction in March 2014. For more information, please
visit www.jaynefresina.com.
One commenter will win The Wicked Wedding of Miss Ellie Vyne (the book
directly preceding Lady Mercy Danforthe Flirts with Scandal in the Sydney
Dovedale Series). US / Canada Only
Sounds like she is "flirting" with the wrong guy. I have added to my TBR list. Appreciate the giveaway. (Leona Olson 8:01pm June 20, 2013)
Hi Jane!
I fell in love with your stories as soon as I read The Most Improper Miss Sophie Valentine and can't wait to read Lady Mercy Danforthe Flirts With Scandal!
I can't wait to find out just how improper Mercy can be and how long it will take for Rafe to be tamed! (Jeanne Miro 9:07pm June 20, 2013)
The book sounds really good, I'd love to read it. (Wilma Frana 9:10pm June 20, 2013)
The excerpt was great, thank you. (Rita Wray 9:14pm June 20, 2013)
Sounds like a delightful story! (Janie McGaugh 9:15pm June 20, 2013)
Have not read any of your books yet but would love to read this one, like you I am not a good one for rules (Shirley Younger 9:36pm June 20, 2013)
These characters sound just delightful---I think I will enjoy this book. (Sue Farrell 9:48pm June 20, 2013)
Wow, that's a lot of rules. Before that law was enacted could anyone perform marriages or were the clergy the only ones who could marry a coupe? (Laura Gullickson 10:01pm June 20, 2013)
Your book sounds great! I have added it to my "pick up" list! TY (Betty Hamilton 10:36pm June 20, 2013)
Rafe is definitely a bad boy that I can love hang out to go out of my comfort zone. He does things that is beyond the rules of society. He can spice up some excitement in my life. (Kai Wong 12:59pm June 21, 2013)
I'm really disappointed!! I got so engrossed in the excerpt, and when it ended, it left me wanting more!! I know that's a good thing, but I was in the mood for a good story this morning. The excerpt stopped too soon!! Your book sounds wonderful, and I can't wait to read it in its' entirety!! The cover is very chic as well. Congratulations on your book. I know that I'll have some good reading ahead of me this Summer!! (Peggy Roberson 8:56am June 21, 2013)
Great excerpt! I have heard lots of good things about your new book! Can't wait to read it! (May Pau 10:39am June 21, 2013)
Loved your book excerpt. Would love to win this book so I can read it. (Carol Woodruff 11:40am June 21, 2013)
Thanks so much to all of you for stopping by! Laura, before the Hardwicke Law a marriage could take place ANYWHERE as long as it was conducted before an ordained clergyman of the Church of England. After the law passed marriage had to take place in a parish church of chapel of the C of E to be legally binding. That restriction was eventually removed though, by Parliament in the Marriage Act of 1836 which allowed non-conformists and Catholics to be married in their own places of worship. The Act in 1836 also made it possible for non-religious civil marriages to be held in register offices which were set up in towns and cities.(info from the UK Parliament site - very interesting!) (Jayne Fresina 1:54pm June 21, 2013)
Peggy - LOL - so sorry the excerpt cut off when you were engrossed! I hope you get the chance to read the whole book! (Jayne Fresina 1:56pm June 21, 2013)
What an amazing storyline - I am so in love with this book already!! A Must read!! (Carla Carlson 1:57pm June 21, 2013)
Sounds interesting would love to get a chance to read it! (Lazydrag0n Puff 10:57pm June 21, 2013)
The Act didn't apply in Scotland, which is why eloping couples crossed the border and got legally married by a blacksmith at the first town, Gretna Green. But given that the fastest most people could travel was eight miles per hour in a coach, and it could easily be a few days' travel, the girl's relatives could try to catch up with them.... (Clare O'Beara 11:19am June 22, 2013)
Congratulations on the publication of Lady Mercy Danforthe Flirts With Scandal! I love historical romance and will be adding this book to my TBR list. Thanks for sharing the excerpt. (Bonnie H 8:25pm June 23, 2013)
You're a new-to-me author, but the book sounds great. Thanks for the excerpt. (Marcy Shuler 6:46pm June 26, 2013)