Please
give a warm welcome to SIR EDWARD CHAMBERS from A WILD NIGHT'S BRIDE by VICTORIA VANE today as we sit down
and see what makes him/her tick.
Q: So tell us about
yourself. What got you in the cross-hairs for your author?
I
honestly haven't a clue! Unless of course that devil DeVere had something to do
with it, which I strongly suspect may have been the case. For three years
following my wife Annalee's passing, I had lived a perfectly quiet and orderly
life in Yorkshire with my daughter, Vesta, but with her 18th year
coming I was obligated to think of her come out. That's what actually brought
me to London from whence began the entire madcap misadventure.
Q: What was it that first
drew you to Phoebe?
I
confess we met under highly irregular circumstances. It was in a brothel you
see. (He blushes.) I was dragged there
by DeVere, at great reluctance on my part. Phoebe sought me out as a means of
escaping another's unwanted advances. I immediately sensed that she was as ill
at ease as I was and suggested taking some air together… and that was the
beginning.
Q: A little naughty fun,
where was the wildest place you seduced your partner?
Perhaps
it would be more apt to ask where she first seduced me!
I'll
only answer this if you promise to keep it between us for I fear the dire repercussions
should it become known that it was in the King of England's own bedchamber at
St. James Palace!
Q: Boxers, briefs or
Commando?
I'm
sorry? (He looks confused) Do you mean boxer
as in pugilist? I am quite an accomplished pugilist. You can ask DeVere. He's
been on the receiving end of my favors more than once.
Q: If your partner wants to seduce you, what's one sure fire trick she can play?
Q: If your partner wants to seduce you, what's one sure fire trick she can play?
He
grins. After three years of celibacy, I daresay it doesn't take much!
Q: What was one of the most embarrassing
thing your author did to you in A WILD NIGHT'S BRIDE?
It
was undoubtedly making me drink that damnably vile Kava tea! (He shudders). The
entire night was nothing more than a blur after that!
Thank you Ned for
joining us on 'Meet the Character' day here at Dawn’s Reading Nook Blog. Please
find A WILD NIGHT'S BRIDE by Victoria Vane at Breathless Press.
EXCERPT:
St. James,
Westminster – 1783
"Ned,
you must wake up." The frantic whisper and tickle of silky hair pleasantly
penetrated the periphery of Sir Edward Chambers' drink-induced, sexually sated,
and fog-enshrouded consciousness. "Come, Neddie," the soft voice
implored. "You must wake, or there will be the devil to pay."
He
groaned, rolling onto his side to the simultaneous awareness of a pounding head
and the soft, warm presence beside him. He groped blindly, defining a shapely
feminine backside that tauntingly wriggled against his groin, stirring quite
another part of him to a wakeful and throbbing state. He nuzzled her neck while
his burgeoning erection sought the warmth betwixt her thighs. "Annalee, my
sweet Annalee," he murmured into her hair.
The warm,
welcoming body became cold stone. "Phoebe," a voice intoned.
Ned's
bleary eyes popped open, his attention immediately riveted to the massive bed,
the heavy velvet curtains of rich crimson and gold, and the towering
hand-carved posts of mahogany. He jerked upright as if doused with ice water,
his gaze settling on the voluptuous, blue-eyed blonde lying amidst the tangle
of luxurious linens. "Kitty?"
"No. Phoebe," she answered. "My
name. It's Phoe-be."
"Phoebe?"
He frowned in puzzlement. His gaze darted from his thoroughly tumbled bedfellow
to the opulent room. He frantically scrubbed his face and looked wildly about
the room, eager to light upon something, anything,
to assure himself he wasn't going mad. The vision of his surroundings sent him
scrambling to his knees, entangling him in the bed sheets, and tumbling him to
the floor. Lying stunned on the thick Turkish carpet, his confused conscience
absorbed the soaring twenty-foot shadow-boxed ceiling depicting classical heroes.
His gaze
glued to the bed, Ned made a mechanical backward retreat to the center of the
room where he had a clearer prospect of its crowning glory. His vision rose to
the top of the headboard, to the heraldic shield seated betwixt the carved
figures of a lion and a unicorn. His gaze slid with dread to the engraved
scroll beneath. Dieu Et Mon Droit.
God and my right, the motto of the king. His chest seized. The room began to
spin. He looked to Phoebe, aware that the blood was draining from his face, and
that his voice emerged as a strangled sound. "May the same God save
me...for I'm going to be hung, drawn, and quartered for spending last night
rutting in the King of England's bed!"
A WILD NIGHT'S BRIDE BLURB:
WITH THE DEVIL IN CHARGE...THERE WILL
BE HELL TO PAY... What happens when a struggling actress and a
grieving widower come together in a night of unbridled debauchery orchestrated
by a bored and machinating rake?
She’s a lonely lady down on her luck... Phoebe Scott, alias Kitty Willis, is a struggling Covent Garden actress with a bruised heart and a closely guarded secret.
He’s steadfast and eminently respectable…Sir Edward Chambers, Ned to his intimates, is guilt-ridden over his beloved wife’s death and avowed to live out a rustic and mundane life … of celibacy.
With the devil in charge — there will surely be hell to pay. Devil in disguise, Viscount Ludovic DeVere, is determined to return his best friend, Ned, to the land of the living. His meddling machinations result in a night of mind blowing passion after which “dull dog Ned” awakes to find himself in the King of England’s bed!
For
more on the Devil DeVere series, please visit http://authorvictoriavane.com
Buy link: http://www.breathlesspress.com/wild-nights-bride
GENRE: Erotic historical romance (book #1 in the Devil DeVere series)
HEAT RATING: 2 Explicit - m/f only
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