Title: Only Scandal Will Do
Author: Jenna Jaxon
Series: House of Pleasure
Publisher: Lyrical Press
Release Date: July 23th 2012
Genre: Historical, Romance
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He has the woman of his dreams, but what price will he have to pay to win her heart?
Kidnapped and sold at auction in a London brothel, Lady Katarina Fitzwilliam squelches an undeniable attraction to the masked stranger who purchased her, pits her wits against him, and escapes him and the scandal that would ruin her life.
Unable to resist temptation in a London brothel, Duncan Ferrers, Marquess of Dalbury, purchases a fiery beauty. She claims she’s a lady, but how can she be?
No lady of his acquaintance in polite society is anything like her. Then he discovers she is who she says, and that this latest romp has compromised her reputation. He knows how that is. One more scandal and he’ll be cast out of London society, but he needs a wife who’ll provide an heir to carry on his illustrious family’s name. He seeks out Katarina, intending only to scotch the scandal, but instead finds his heart ensnared. He’s betting their future he’ll capture her heart, but does he have what it takes to win the wager?
WARNING: A blade-wielding heroine who crosses swords with a master of sensuality.
“I assure you, there was never a night like that before.” Lord Dalbury spoke quietly, and Katarina sensed a tension in him. “I had never done such a thing before. Never participated in such an auction. Never tried to take a woman unwillingly to my bed.” He stopped speaking. Just stopped. Then his breath hissed as though he’d slowly released it.
“I cannot find the words to tell you how deeply I regret I was not a better man that night.” He paused, and she held still and waited. “What I tried to do was madness, without thought, without honor. I do not even have an excuse other than my base desires, and that your abundant charms overwhelmed me.” His face was shadowy in the scarce light of the sickle moon, but he sounded contrite. “I have no right to ask for your forgiveness. I have no right to expect it. But I would ask you to allow me to attempt to remedy the situation.”
Kat shook her head slowly. “What on earth do you believe you could do, Lord Dalbury, that could even come close to a remedy for the terror and humiliation you put me through? Do you think now that I have met you, heard your feeble attempts at an apology, and rejected them, the memory of that night will magically disappear?” She fought to control her anger, though she yearned to blast him with it. “What magic potion would you have me take that would erase the memory of you pinning me to the bed? Because if you have such an elixir, then yes, I will gladly take it from you and obliterate you absolutely and irrevocably.”
He stood silent at her words, then said simply, “I have only myself to offer, my lady.”
“You would have me kill you, my lord? In that, too, I agree I would oblige you, but not at the cost of my own life. I understand the English law punishes those who do murder quite severely.” Kat was astonished when he lurched backward, as from a blow.
“No, my lady, I would not have you kill me,” he said, sounding grimly amused. “Though indeed that would probably give you most satisfaction. I meant I would have you marry me.”
His words surprised a laugh out of her. “Marry you?” The laughter grew. “I see, my lord, you think me both a whore and a fool.”
“I think you are neither, Lady Katarina.”
“Then you are the fool to believe I would put such a man as you in control of every aspect of my life.” That he thought she would even entertain the suggestion was insulting.
The pale moonlight shadowed his face, but she could read displeasure there just the same. “You judge me solely on one act that, I assure you, was grossly out of character for me. You cannot possibly know what kind of husband I would be.”
“And never will, Lord Dalbury. I can swear to you that I would not marry you if I were in Hell and you were my only hope of Heaven.”
He inclined his head toward her, a faint smile touching his lips. “I believe you made a similar claim about dancing with me, Lady Katarina. Yet we have indeed enjoyed a dance together despite your words.” His tone was soft, the sensuous, cajoling one he had used to seduce her that night in the House of Pleasure.
Kat trembled, recalling the incredible sensations of his hands, his mouth on her body. Damn. He could not do this to her again. Not just with his voice.
“Is there nothing that would entice you to leave your Hell for my Heaven?”
She struggled to answer, opened her lips to deny it, only to find her mouth completely sealed by his.
If there was ever a messed up way to meet your HEA love, that’s how Marquess Dalbury, Duncan, meets Lady Katrina. After being badgered into attending an event at a local brothel the Marquess purchases, for the night, a woman he believes is a whore who is pretending to be a kidnapped as part of a victim-rogue sensual game. Unknown to his is the fact that she isn’t pretending, she really is who she claims, though he doesn’t find that out until after she wounds him, leaving him unconscious when she escapes.
Then the real insanity begins . . . Due to her being “sold” she is now (if it is ever found out what happened) considered ruined. Each then set about correcting the problem, but in vastly differing ways. She sets out to marry a man that was part of her late-fathers regiment that had wanted to marry her before she left for England. The Marquess, however, decides to marry her himself.
Can you see how at odds these two are? I could just from the blurb and it made me want to find out more. And wow, am I glad I did. Jenna spins a fantastic tale of London society, love, betrayal, fencing in scandalous attire (love this part, both times, lol), and two stubborn, prideful hearts that play to win.
This is my third Jenna Jaxon book and I eagerly await book 2 in the House of Pleasure series, Only Marriage Will Do– hint: Duncan’s sister and Lady Katrina’s ex-suitor are featured, lol.
If you haven’t read a Jenna Jaxon story yet, get on the ball 😉 and grab a copy of Only Scandal Will Do. It’s a historical romance set in Georgian London that will rile your protective natures and melt your hearts all at the same time. I truly wonderful read!
Starting on Monday, Jenna will be running a contest to celebrate the release of Only Scandal Will Do. That week it’s all about the points. You gain points by commenting on Jenna’s blog posts, on my post/review and TT post (tomorrow) and answering The Romance Review’s questions on Monday, also by following Jenna’s blog, following Jenna on Twitter, liking Jenna’s author page on FB and by answering questions on posts on Jenna’s blog during the week. If Jenna’s anywhere else during the week and you post a comment, you get points. For full details visit:
At the end of the week (Sunday), the three highest scores receive the following prizes:
Third place: Scandal Swag pack;
Second Place: $15.00 GC; and
First Place: Become a Character in the third book in the Scandal series, Only A Mistress Will Do.
Jenna will also have Instant Prizes each day on her blog with giveaways of her other books or other swag.
Jenna Jaxon is a multi-published author of historical and contemporary romance. She is currently finishing revisions to her third full length novel, As Long As You’re Mine, set in Victorian London and Richmond, Virginia. Her Georgian novel, Only Scandal Will Do, the first in what she hopes will be a series of five interconnecting novels, will be released in May 2012.
Jenna has been reading and writing historical romance since she was a teenager. A romantic herself, she has always loved a dark side to the genre, a twist, suspense, a surprise. She tries to incorporate all of these elements into her own stories. She lives in Virginia with her family and a small menagerie of pets. When not reading or writing, she indulges her passion for the theatre, working with local theatres as a director. She often feels she is directing her characters on their own private stage.
She has equated her writing to an addiction to chocolate because once she starts she just can’t stop.