Wednesday 3 July 2019

Have you heard? #HistoricalRomance author, Janna MacGregor, is giving away two paperback copies of her fabulous book — Rogue Most Wanted @JannaMacGregor @StMartinsPress @hfvbt

Historical Fiction Virtual Blog Tours Presents…

Rogue Most Wanted
By Janna MacGregor

Wanted: an engagement of convenience. Found: A noble suitor.

Raised on a remote Scottish estate by her adoring grandfather, Lady Theodora Worth has inherited an earldom as well as the land itself. But when an upstart duke challenges her claim to the title and the Ladykyrk estate, Thea is suddenly in need of a husband—in name, at least. An elderly neighbor with a thoroughly modern sensibility and a dashing great-nephew just might be the answer to Thea’s prayers. Except she has no intention of marrying the first man she meets. That would be utterly ridiculous.

It just can’t be him. . .

Lord William Cavensham is entirely too devoted to his family’s estate—ever since he was jilted as a lad–to wed, but he agrees to meet the woman his aunt has taken under her wing—and introduce her to possible suitors. But after just one meeting with beautiful, spirited Thea, Will is determined to help her reclaim her title. And even moreso, he can’t stop thinking that perhaps marriage to this bold, passionate woman may be the one thing he’s been missing all along?

Praise for Rogue Most Wanted

Effervesces with lighthearted romance…sweet and sultry in equal measures.”
 Publishers Weekly
“[An] emotionally rich, exquisitely wrought tale that superbly celebrates the redemptive power of love.”


“Nervous, are we?” Lord William Cavensham drawled. “There’s no need to be, Lady Eanruig. My aunt asked that I call on you, but I’m afraid my visit will be short.”

“Oh, I hope not. I have several matters to discuss.” She reached for a plate to serve the apricot tartlets and small cucumber sandwiches. With a quick glance at Lord William’s tall physique, she could tell he’d probably eat at least six dainty pastries and three sandwiches. “Let me first say I’m sure you’re a very nice man with a charming disposition.” She carefully arranged the delicacies on the plate then handed it to him. 

“What a lovely compliment.” Completely at ease, he chuckled as he set the plate on the table before him. “Yet I think there might be a ‘but’ coming.”

She nodded in answer, then took a bite of her own tartlet and chewed. They were still warm, and the sweet apricot filling melted in her mouth. At the taste of heavenly perfection, she moaned. Before she could take another bite, she noticed a dab of rich apricot filling had landed on her thumb. It would be a waste, not to mention a sin, to wipe it off with her napkin.  With the tip of her tongue, she licked it clean.

His wide-eyed stare enhanced the blue of his eyes.

“I didn’t want to waste a drop of goodness.” She smiled and shrugged her shoulders.

He blinked twice as if coming out of a trance. “You seem to be a person who loves their sweets.”

Thea nodded as she pointed to his plate. “You should eat yours while they’re still warm. As I was saying, you seem to be a lovely man”—she smiled slightly— “but I’m not going to marry you.”

“Pardon me?” He leaned back in his chair.

“Your aunt graciously offered you as my groom, but I’m not going to marry you.” She said it a tad louder this time so there was no misunderstanding. “I hope that doesn’t hurt your feelings. I don’t want to hurt hers either, but truthfully, I haven’t met many men. If I must find a husband, it’s best that I wait until I arrive in London and see all the available choices. Not that you wouldn’t fit the bill nicely.” She smiled in reassurance. “But this is too important a decision for me to rush into.” She exhaled her frustration at her predicament, then tried to soften the blow of her rejection. “If my hand is forced and I can’t find anyone that I want to marry, then I’ll accept you as my fiancé. Of course, only if you’re so inclined.”

He leaned forward close enough she caught a whiff of his scent. He smelled of expensive soap, sunshine, and the outdoors. Without hesitation, she leaned forward to match his movement.

“You don’t want to marry me?” His voice held a hint of humor interlaced with a tad of disbelief that she was rejecting him.

She nodded slowly. The poor man. She’d shocked him with a refusal before he even popped the proposal.

“I’ve thought quite a bit about my situation over the last several days.” She fisted one hand in her lap to keep her anger at bay. “The Duke of Ferr-Colby is challenging my right to the Earldom of Eanruig. The privilege committee isn’t expecting him to find a bride. But I’m expected to find a groom. He’s still unattached, and they’re allowing him to go on his merry way and throw me off my own land.” She forced herself to breathe deeply and slow down. “It’s simply unfair that I have to marry quickly for the committee and propriety’s sake. Wouldn’t you agree?” The look of utter astonishment on his face sent a pang of regret through her chest that she’d caused him any discomfort. “I’m sorry.”

She shifted her gaze to her hands. When her grandfather was well, he’d instilled in her a sense of pride for their heritage. It was why she was so passionate about her circumstances. Her fight to protect this title and property from the new duke would succeed. She would carry on the line of rugged, proud, descendants from the Eanruig line. It would be her memorial to her grandfather.

“Lady Eanruig?”

Thea returned her attention to her guest.

“We’re in complete agreement. I don’t want to marry you either, and it’s completely unfair that you’re being forced to marry. The privilege committee should follow the goose-gander rule.”

“Goose-gander rule?” she asked.

“What sauce is good for the goose is good for the gander. Whatever you have to do, Ferr-Colby should have to do.” He rested his elbows on his knees and studied her with a smile that made her insides tingle. His intense regard sent frissons of awareness through her, and she couldn’t look away.  

“You remind me of my sister, Emma.” His deep voice dipped even lower. “She would say the same thing about the position you’re in.”
“I would like her.” Thea leaned a little closer until she could see the flicks of gold in his kingfisher blue eyes.

“And she would like you,” he answered.

“Thank you,” she said softly. Though he didn’t know anything about her, her heart had skipped a beat at his kind words. More than anything in the world, she wanted friends and family. He was truly a nice man to say that his sister would welcome her friendship. Plus, he was taking his rejection extremely well. 

“If I can help you in anyway, please ask.” He picked up his plate and popped two tartlets in his mouth at the same time. 

“Excellent. I was hoping you would say that,” Thea said with the warmest smile she could muster. “Do you by chance read Latin?”


During the Blog Tour, we are giving away two paperback copies of Rogue Most Wanted by Janna MacGregor! Enter HERE!
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Janna MacGregor
Janna MacGregor was born and raised in the bootheel of Missouri. She credits her darling mom for introducing her to the happily-ever-after world of romance novels. Janna writes stories where compelling and powerful heroines meet and fall in love with their equally matched heroes. She is the mother of triplets and lives in Kansas City with her very own dashing rogue, and two smug, but not surprisingly, perfect pugs.
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