New Release: The Bastard’s Iberian Bride by AlinaKField #RegencyRomance

The Bastard’s Iberian Bride
by Alina K. Field
Regency Romance, 84,000 words
Heat level: 4 (sensuality and 2 open door love scenes)
Release date: May 5, 2017

Bastard's Iberian Bride cover

A war-weary soldier and a spy’s daughter race villains for the missing treasure bequeathed to her.

Blurb:

Daughter of spies
For a chance at true freedom, Paulette Heardwyn needs the fortune left her by her inscrutable father. But she doesn’t know what it is, where it is, or how to find it, and the only man with answers, the Earl of Shaldon, takes his secrets to the grave. Worse, the dead earl tries to force her marriage to his bastard son—and leaves her prey to a traitor seeking the same treasure she’s after.

Soldier, Steward, Bastard
Bink Gibson is ready to throw off his quiet life as steward to his old commander and head for India and the chance of prosperity. But before he can leave he’s summoned to the deathbed of the Earl of Shaldon, a meddling spymaster, a complete stranger…and his father.

And the Earl has set a trap Bink will never be able to resist.

Excerpt:

Bakeley reached for the bottle again, and her lips turned down in a frown. “I should like to hear what you have to say, Bakeley, before you have many more glasses of that.”

Bakeley set down his glass, walked to the cold fireplace, and rested a hand on the mantel.

It was such a fine piece of drama, even Miss Heardwyn noticed. She sent Bink an eye-roll.

“Well it must be bad,” Bink muttered.

Bakeley turned. His mouth worked as if his lips were struggling with some great piece of gristle. His hands slipped behind his back, a soldier at parade rest.

“Yes, well. You are each to receive a small sum as an inheritance. Not much. Not enough for any real independence. However, if you meet certain conditions, you are to receive a great deal of cash, and the title to the house and acreage acquired for you, worth four thousand a year, with the potential for more if you manage well.”

Bakeley’s gaze skittered from Bink to Miss Heardwyn, as he tugged at his neck cloth.

The lady gave Bink a pointed look. She tilted her head and he saw the pulse at her neck, a curl bouncing against it. Her lips parted and then pressed closed. She lifted her eyebrows.

She was begging him to ask.

Talking about money was vulgar. Let the bastard do it.

Well, why not? “I’ve no need for his lordship’s money,” Bink said. “Give my small sum to Miss Heardwyn, and you’d best end the suspense and tell her the conditions she must meet to receive that property and income.”

Her eyes flared. “Shaldon wouldn’t give me a property. I’m sure it’s meant for you, Mr. Gibson.”

“No,” Bakeley said.

She went very still, yet Bink could feel the tension rolling from her. Could it be she was poorer than she looked? Her dress was finer than Lady Hackwell’s had been when she was merely a wealthy spinster, yet he knew Lady Hackwell had been an odd one. More ladies overspent on dresses to keep up appearances than dressed down.

“Bakeley, tell her what she needs to do to receive her property.”

Bakeley’s jaw moved and he took a deep breath. “It’s not meant to be her property. It’s meant to be yours, as in both of yours, upon meeting his condition.”

Bink’s blood pounded through his ears on the way to his feet. The Earl’s gleaming gaze when Miss Heardwyn appeared, Bakeley’s nerves, the Earl’s swoon—undoubtedly faked, like a cutpurse’s accomplice distracting a mark. Something here was amiss.

Bakeley’s aristocratic brow glistened with beads of sweat, and in spite of his tension, humor glimmered in his eyes. He cleared his throat and said, “His lordship wishes for the two of you to marry.”

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Alina K FieldAuthor Bio and links:

Award winning author Alina K. Field earned a Bachelor of Arts Degree in English and German literature, but her true passion is the much happier world of romance fiction. Though her roots are in the Midwestern U.S., after six very, very, very cold years in Chicago, she moved to Southern California and hasn’t looked back. She shares a midcentury home with her husband, her spunky, blonde, rescued terrier, and the blue-eyed cat who conned his way in for dinner one day and decided the food was too good to leave.

She is the author of the 2014 Book Buyer’s Best winner, Rosalyn’s Ring, a 2015 RONE Award finalist, Bella’s Band, and a 2016 National Reader’s Choice Award finalist, Liliana’s Letter, as well as her latest release, The Marquess and the Midwife. She is hard at work on her next series of Regency romances, but loves to hear from readers!

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Titanic Rhapsody by @JinaBacarr #Titanic105

Today’s guest is my friend, Jina Bacarr, an expert of the voyage of the Titanic and author of Titanic Rhapsody. For a full description of the night of the sinking, go to Jina’s Facebook post, and be sure to watch her amazing video here or at Facebook.

Titanic_Rhapsody_coverTitanic Rhapsody
by Jina Bacarr

Two women hold the keys to his heart.

A beautiful Irish girl.

An enchanting countess.

Only one will survive that fateful night.

Blurb:

When Katie O’Reilly runs away from the grand house in Ireland where she’s in service, she has one thing on her mind: Get aboard the Titanic before the ship sails. It’s her one chance at escape. She was wrongly accused of stealing a diamond bracelet and now the law is after her.

She’s desperate to get to America.

Katie boards the ship of dreams and runs straight into the arms of Captain Lord Jack Blackthorn, a dashing gentleman gambler who promises to be her protector.

If she takes off her clothes.

Captain Blackthorn is intrigued by the Irish beauty and has plans to make her his mistress before they reach New York. Only one thing stands in his way—the lovely Countess of Marbury. The countess is in love with Jack and engaged to his old friend, millionaire Treyton Brady.

Aboard ship, the handsome gambler awakens a forbidden passion in Katie that tempts her to give up her dream of freedom . . . until the fateful night when the Titanic hits an iceberg at 11:40 p.m. on April 14, 1912. Tragedy strikes further when she’s separated from Jack, and Katie must make a daring choice that will change her life forever.

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Here’s an excerpt.

The setup: Katie O’Reilly is escaping from the law after being wrongly accused of stealing a diamond bracelet. She sneaks aboard the Titanic and notices a handsome gentleman watching her from the first class deck. She tries to ignore him as she looks for a place to hide. She thinks she’s safe, until:

She was safe here. For now.

Closing her eyes, she leaned against the staircase wall, wild thoughts racing through her mind. Where was she to go? Hide in a lifeboat on the Boat deck when it got dark, then she’d—

“I thought I’d find you here.”

That got her attention and sent the fear of God pulsing through like a holy sermon.

She opened her eyes and let out a loud gasp. Dear sweet Jesus, it was him. The man she’d seen on deck, watching her.

She was all in a flap when she saw him. Like a burst of golden sunshine he was, shining down on her after she’d been drenched by a cold, drizzling rain in her dark, gray world.

He was a handsome gentleman, with black hair and black eyes that held dark secrets that could make a lass blush. He had an aristocratic air about him that tamed his wildness just enough to keep him on balance.

And put her off balance.

Stepping away quickly, almost too quickly, she flinched when his strong hands grabbed her around the waist, then hoisted her up into the air. Katie let out a big, loud groan, then wrestled to get away from him.

Struggling, she cried out, “Let me go!”

“Be quiet, you little hellion,” the man said, his voice ringing with authority. “I know you’re in trouble—”

Me, Katie O’Reilly, in trouble?” she said, chin up, his powerful and pleasing presence arousing her. “What makes you think that, sir?”

He put her down, but didn’t release his hold on her. “Steerage passengers don’t belong up here in first class.”

First class? She blinked. That explained the rich carpeting, ornately carved banisters and wide staircases.

Katie relaxed. He thought she was a third class passenger and didn’t know the law was after her, or if he did, he was playing games with her. She was desperately unaware of his true motive and that made him dangerous.

She had to play it cautious.

“Now if you’ll point me in the right direction to the third class deck,” she said, showing him her ticket, “I’ll be on my way.”

“And right into the hands of the law.”

She took in a deep breath. So he did know.

He continued, “You have no choice but to allow me to offer you my protection.”

“And who are you, sir?”

He bowed slightly. “Captain Lord Jack Blackthorn, at your service.”

What are you waiting for, girl? Look at the man.

He was tall, muscular and possessed an arrogance that intrigued her. Not to mention a building heat inside her that warmed her down to her toes. He seemed more alive to her than any man she’d ever seen. A man who knew his charm and savored it. “And why would you help the likes of me?” Katie wanted to know, with a proud air.

He smiled at that, continuing to stare at her, his eyes dark and searching. “Come with me and find out.”

Katie laughed, disbelieving. After all she’d been through and now this. Why oh,  why did God put such temptation in her path? The devil himself he was, mischievous, wickedly self-assured and alive with a masculine vitality that set a girl’s pulse racing.

“Escape with you to where?” she asked, the words flying fast and quick between them.

“To my cabin in first class,” he said.

First class?” she said, “with all them rich swells?”

It was too much for her poor, tired mind to take in. Here were riches beyond what she’d ever dreamed. Here was the smell of grandness, that rich, seductive, cloying smell that grabbed her heart and singed her soul.

To run off with such a man was a sin, the priest reminded her each Thursday in the confessional box, but the law was after her. They’d take her back to Cork in chains with the shame of stealing marked upon her forehead.

“You won’t escape them, Katie . . . that is your name, isn’t it?” he questioned. “The ship is large, but the crew knows every inch of it.”

Katie was at a loss. What was she to do? She could hear the sound of voices and footsteps pounding on the stairs, coming closer and closer.

“We must go, now!” he said brusquely. “Or I won’t be able to help you.”

His words brought her to tears, though she refused to let them fall and show weakness in front of him. She thought and thought and thought. No, she had to do what he wished and face the consequences later with the Almighty.

Katie nodded. “I’ll come with you, Captain Lord Blackthorn.”

Hurry, they’ll be upon us in a minute.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her close behind him.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, she prayed in a somewhat uncertain state of mind, her feet flying over the red carpeting down the long hallway. Was she condemned to hell for saving her own arse?

Was she?

Or did the holy saints have something more alarming in store for her?

She found out minutes later in his lordship’s cabin when he ordered her to take off her clothes.

Titanic Rhapsody is available on:

US: Amazon Kindle and Amazon KU: http://a.co/1wSE0rb
UK: Amazon Kindle and Amazon KU: http://amzn.eu/75Lw9NS

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Connect with Jina online at Facebook and Twitter @JinaBacarr.

Jina’s blog has some terrific posts on the Titanic.