This is so late, let me start off with a sincere apology to the author. It really did slip my mind, I am really sorry. I'm also sorry to all the people who came here yesterday looking for the post and not seeing anything. It was really irresponsible of me.
So yep, without further ado, let's get started! Eulogy's Secret is a story of greed prejudice and a stolen identity. When I looked at the blurb, it just called out to me to read the book. And no, I haven't read the book yet. Yes, its due to school. :( I'm going to be reading it real soon though, so do look out for my review!
Eulogy's Secret by Grace Elliot
In the four weeks since her guardians’ death, Eulogy Foster has lost everything. Penniless and alone she seeks the help of her estranged brother, Lord Lucien Devlin. But Devlin throws Eulogy onto the streets and the mercy of a passing stranger, Jack Huntley. As Eulogy seeks the truth behind her birth, she is drawn into the world of art and artists, where her morals are challenged and all is deception.
Jack Huntley: bitter, cynical and betrayed in love. He believes women are devious, scheming, untrustworthy creatures - and when he rescues a naïve Miss from being raped, his life is about to change forever. As his attraction to Eulogy grows, caught in a deadlock with both denying their true feelings, events take a sinister turn as someone seeks to silence Eulogy….forever.
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Grace Elliot
Grace Elliot leads a double life as a veterinarian by day and author of historical romance by night. Grace works in a companion animal practice near London and is housekeeping staff to five moggies, two teenage sons and a guinea pig. Grace started writing as an antidote to modern life and believes intelligent people have the greatest need to read romance!
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Time for a short excerpt!
Bright, moss-green eyes blinked back at her, as Eulogy realized he [Huntley] was waiting for her permission to stay. Her heart skipped and wondering if she’d misjudged him, cautiously, she nodded.
As the housekeeper fussed with the fire, Eulogy fought the discomfort Huntley stirred in her. His voice resonated deep in her body, and when he smiled she wanted to stare, to drink in that strong face, so masculine with its angles and planes, and yet somehow vulnerable. His presence filled her with unnamable sensations as she fixed her gaze firmly on the teapot.
They made an awkward party with Huntley gruff as a bear and Eulogy skittish as a colt. It didn’t help that she couldn’t make up her mind what to think. One moment he seemed high handed and arrogant, and the next a kind word to Mrs. Featherstone and her heart melted. Then there was the way his large hand folded round the teacup, that something so big could be so gentle did strange things to her insides.
Gilbert jumped onto his lap.
“No, Gibbe, get down this instant.” Eulogy leapt to her feet, trying to shoo the cat from a comfortable perch on Huntley’s long thighs and his immaculate buckskin breeches. But Huntley just smiled, ignoring the cat’s sooty feet, and started stroking the stripy ginger coat causing Gilbert to erupt into purrs.
“He really should get down. He’ll ruin your breeches.”
“It’s quite all right. Really.”
As if to emphasize the point, Gilbert bunted against Huntley’s hand as he found the sweet spot below the tom-cat’s ear.
“Oh. He obviously likes you.”
Eulogy sank back, nonplussed by this man who was overbearing, arrogant, domineering and yet strikingly handsome and utterly charming when he wished. That Huntley tolerated the old tom cat was unmistakably attractive and set Eulogy wondering if his bluster was just that…an act. His hooded eyes lifted to meet her gaze, and a moment of understanding passed between them that shook Eulogy to the core.
As the housekeeper fussed with the fire, Eulogy fought the discomfort Huntley stirred in her. His voice resonated deep in her body, and when he smiled she wanted to stare, to drink in that strong face, so masculine with its angles and planes, and yet somehow vulnerable. His presence filled her with unnamable sensations as she fixed her gaze firmly on the teapot.
They made an awkward party with Huntley gruff as a bear and Eulogy skittish as a colt. It didn’t help that she couldn’t make up her mind what to think. One moment he seemed high handed and arrogant, and the next a kind word to Mrs. Featherstone and her heart melted. Then there was the way his large hand folded round the teacup, that something so big could be so gentle did strange things to her insides.
Gilbert jumped onto his lap.
“No, Gibbe, get down this instant.” Eulogy leapt to her feet, trying to shoo the cat from a comfortable perch on Huntley’s long thighs and his immaculate buckskin breeches. But Huntley just smiled, ignoring the cat’s sooty feet, and started stroking the stripy ginger coat causing Gilbert to erupt into purrs.
“He really should get down. He’ll ruin your breeches.”
“It’s quite all right. Really.”
As if to emphasize the point, Gilbert bunted against Huntley’s hand as he found the sweet spot below the tom-cat’s ear.
“Oh. He obviously likes you.”
Eulogy sank back, nonplussed by this man who was overbearing, arrogant, domineering and yet strikingly handsome and utterly charming when he wished. That Huntley tolerated the old tom cat was unmistakably attractive and set Eulogy wondering if his bluster was just that…an act. His hooded eyes lifted to meet her gaze, and a moment of understanding passed between them that shook Eulogy to the core.
And now, let's welcome Grace to the blog!
My Secret Reading Habit.
Hello, and a big thank you to Victoria, for hosting me. On this 'Secrets' tour, I'm revealing some of the secrets in my life and since Victoria's blog is about reading, it seemed right to share my (once) secret reading habit.
Do you admit to reading romance?
If you asked several years ago, my answer would have been: No.
Years ago when I was a romance virgin (when it came to books!) if I played the word-association game, 'romance novels' would have conjured up my gran's old oak sideboard, containing large print Mills and Boon smelling of lavender water. And when, years later, I picked up my first romance (Gaelen Foley's "Prince Charming") and was wowed by it, I thought I must be old before my time.
After whetting my appetite I went on to fall in love with romance for so many reasons and it became my little secret. You see, I felt (quite wrongly) that romance was not what a professional woman with a husband and family should be reading. My previous exposure had been my Gran's books from the mobile library and I assumed no one of my generation read romance…but boy was I wrong!
Let's just say that when I hit on historical romance I discovered papery heaven. I love the escapism of historical romance, in fact I love it so much I was inspired to write my own stories. Now I am a published author and I've found so many friends have also owned up to their secret reading habit that I needn’t have been bashful in the first place!
Perfectly normal people who don’t smell of lavender water and hold down responsible jobs read romance. So go on, cut yourself some slack…read a romance today!
So yep, that's about it for today! Once again, I do apologise for the late post, it completely slipped my mind!
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1 comments:
Thank you for hosting me, Victoria, it's very kind of you and dont worry at all - we're all busy and these things happen.
kind regards,
Grace x
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