By:
A.S. Fenichel
Releasing
March 6th,
2014
The
Earl of Westbridge is dying, and without a male heir. His daughter
Mary will lose her home if she does not marry before her father
passes. She has already turned down two men while holding onto the
hope of finding true love. In her desperation, she plays the wishing
game, a childhood folly devised to chase away fear during
thunderstorms.
Avery
is the unwilling heir to the Westbridge earldom. He arrives a few
days before the spring holiday in the middle of a horrific storm to
offer his assistance to his distant cousin. Expecting a spinster who
had been put on the shelf, he certainly never expected to develop
feelings for the beautiful Mary Barrow.
Mistrust
and doubt engulf them. It will take a miracle to bring them together.
Or maybe just a wish come true.
A
Blush® Regency romance from Ellora’s Cave
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Author
Info
A.S.
Fenichel gave up a successful career in New York City to follow her
husband to Texas and pursue her lifelong dream of being a
professional writer. She’s never looked back.
A.S.
adores writing stories filled with love, passion, desire, magic and
maybe a little mayhem tossed in for good measure. Books have always
been her perfect escape and she still relishes diving into one and
staying up all night to finish a good story.
Multi-published
in both erotic and historical romance, A.S. has 8 books currently
available and three more under contract with Ellora’s Cave
Publishing.
Originally
from New York, she grew up in New Jersey, and now lives in the East
Texas with her real life hero, her wonderful husband. When not
reading or writing she enjoys cooking, travel, history, and puttering
in her garden.
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Excerpt
An
Excerpt From: Wishing Game
Copyright
© A.S. FENICHEL, 2014
All
Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
It
would be easier to hate Colton Townsend, if he weren’t so damned
nice. And why did he have to have those arresting, amber eyes? They
reminded her of a painting she’d seen of a lion. She couldn’t
tell if he was about to devour her or cuddle her as if she was one of
the barn cats.
Why
was he encouraging her to marry? If she had a husband, he would have
no inheritance. “My cousin would marry me if I wished it. He and I
are very close, more like brother and sister.”
He
made a sour face. “I suppose it is not a very appealing prospect to
marry a man you think of as a brother.”
“No.
However, if I were smart I would do it anyway.”
He
frowned. Could it be he really was worried he would lose the lands
and house? The tea arrived and she did not ask the incredibly forward
question. Once the maid had left the parlor, Mary poured the tea.
“You
could stay here, cousin.”
Her
heart thumped wildly. “What, in this house, after my father is gone
and you are the owner?”
He did
not look up from his cup. “Yes.”
“As
what, exactly, Mr. Townsend?”
His
strange eyes lifted and his gaze settled on hers. She had no idea
what the man was thinking. “Exactly as you are now, if you choose.
I shall not put you out of your home.”
“And
where will you be, cousin?” She used the familiarity he requested
but bit out the word so there was no doubt of her distaste.
He
stood up and moved toward the window. The rain continued to pour
down. “I shall not trouble you much more than to stop and check the
accounts from time to time.”
Her
entire body grew hot with rage. Her voice rose in both volume and
pitch. “Am I to be your mistress? Do you think me so desperate?”
His
neck grew red. When he spoke there was no doubt, she had angered him.
“You misunderstand me, madam.”
She
stood up and carefully placed her tea on the table. “Do I? How will
it be proper in any way for me to live in this house after you take
possession? It’s already scandalous that you are here before my
aunt arrives.”
“It
is your house.” His voice rose over hers.
She
took a step forward, refusing to be intimidated by any man. “No,
sir. That is where you are wrong. When my father dies, you have the
happy luck to be the heir to Heartshorn. If I stayed, the
neighborhood would be aghast.” She took a deep breath. “I hope
you will keep the staff on. I would hate to see them out of work
after serving the Earl of Westbridge most of their lives.”
He
crossed to her and stood towering over her with only inches
separating them. His eyes flashed with danger, but she held her
ground. Her heart raced and fear rushed to every nerve. Had she gone
too far? She must learn to control her temper and stay her wicked
mouth.
She
thought he might strike her, but his hand came up and touched her
cheek with a gentleness she wouldn’t have equated with the man or
the situation. She watched his Adam’s apple bounce several times.
His mouth opened and closed and his eyes flicked from her mouth to
her eyes.
Mary
could not have moved if the roof had caved in on her. She was in a
trance.
He
closed his eyes for a brief moment and when they opened, she could
see his temper was quelled. “Forgive me, cousin.”
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