To express my heartfelt gratitude for the wonderful reviews and reception that you’ve given THE ROGUE TO RUIN, I’m hosting a mega giveaway to all my newsletter subscribers!
At long last, Reed and Ainsley’s story is out in the wild! Thank you for sharing this day with me! <3
The Bourne Matrimonial Agency has one rule: Never fall in love with a client, which shouldn’t be a problem when one’s faking an engagement to the rogue across the street . . .
Ainsley Bourne needs the family business to succeed. But one obstacle stands in her way—Reed Sterling, the huge, handsome, former prize fighter and owner of the gaming hell across the street. His scandalous customers scare off all her marriage-minded patrons and since the devilish brute has no intention of relocating, she sets out to ruin his unsavory establishment. Yet when a vile suitor from her past reappears, Ainsley hastily claims an attachment to the first man who comes to mind . . . Mr. Sterling, to be exact.
Reed doesn’t know who is more surprised by Miss Bourne’s declaration. She clearly hates him, and he’d never admit their arguments simmer with unrequited attraction. Something about the pleading look in her eyes calls to Reed, and against his better judgment, he quickly plays the part of the besotted fiancé.
Pretending to be in love requires a convincing charade. But with each tantalizing touch and every scandalous kiss, Ainsley starts to wonder if Reed was ever really the enemy at all.
A cover reveal on Goodreads for LORD HOLT TAKES A BRIDE (aka the book I need to finish writing asap)! 🙂
USA Today bestselling author Vivienne Lorret launches a charming new trilogy about three debutantes who get more than they bargained for when it comes to the mating habits of scoundrels . . .
Heiress Winnifred Humphries refuses to marry the odious man her parents have chosen. She’ll marry for love or not at all. But how does a woman know a man truly loves her? Needing answers, she sets out to discover the marriage habits of London’s aristocrats. Yet when her friends kidnap a lord for research, Winn knows they’ve gone too far. Now she’s facing a wickedly handsome scoundrel who wants revenge.
Lord Asher Holt has the perfect plan to free himself of his father’s debts. But when a trio of foolish debutantes abducts him, their scheme ruins everything! Fuming and tied to a chair, Holt overhears that one of them is an heiress. Perhaps he isn’t above a little kidnapping either.
Yet, when the heiress runs away from her own wedding and straight into his waiting carriage, Holt finds himself on an adventure he’ll never forget, falling in love with a woman worth more than any treasure. But will Winn ever believe his heart only desires her . . . and not her fortune?
EXCITING NEWS: I’m sending out an EXCLUSIVE COVER REVEAL of LORD HOLT TAKES A BRIDE to all my newsletter followers Sunday, July 14th!
There’s still time to sign up at/vivlorret.net/contact/ Just look for the newsletter “sign up” at the bottom right of the page and enter your email address to subscribe.
I’ll also be hosting a mega-giveaway for all my newsletter subscribers to celebrate the release of THE ROGUE TO RUIN at the end of the month.
I’m writing a new series for Avon Romance called THE MATING HABITS OF SCOUNDRELS. Squee! Many thanks (and hugs) to Nicole Fischer, Stefanie Lieberman, my fellow authors, and the readers who’ve given me so much love and support and encouragement.
EXCITING NEWS IS ON THE WAY!!!!
Here’s a hint… the news might have something to do with a character who first appeared in the novella, Just Another Viscount in Love
To celebrate the welcome of warmer weather (at least, according to the calendar), I’m posting the book-flap excerpt for THE ROGUE TO RUIN. Enjoy!
Warm wishes and happy reading,
Viv
“I hardly need your advice,” Ainsley scolded him in return, every word pushing her flesh against his. Almost as if… as if she had just kissed him.
But this wasn’t kissing, she assured herself. This was merely a new form of arguing.
Anticipating his next contradiction, she angled her head for closer contact and Reed growled in response. The low, primal sound sent an unexpected thrill rushing through her.
“It would be a waste of breath to tell you anything,” he said, fitting his other hand over the curve of her cheek to cradle her face. “Even if I wanted to say that your lips are soft and plump and more luscious than wine-poached pears, I wouldn’t.”
Then he tilted her head back to cement his argument. Opening her mouth with his own, he nibbled gently into her flesh, tasting the seam of her lips without hurry. The slow, thorough exploration caused her eyes to drift closed.
Her senses centered on the firm, enticing pressure of his mouth, the delicious rasp of his tongue. A wanton mewl tore from her throat, hungry and needy and urgent.
The unguarded sound brought her to an uncomfortable admission . . .
