Welcome Victoria Vane& Sir Edward Chambers

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 18^th 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?

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