Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Release Day Blitz: HOW I MARRIED A MARQUESS by Anna Harrington

Josephine Carlisle, adopted daughter of a baron, is officially on the shelf. But the silly, marriage-minded misses in the ton can have their frilly dresses and their seasons in London, for all she cares. Josie has her freedom and her family . . . until an encounter with a dark, devilishly handsome stranger leaves her utterly breathless at a house party. His wicked charm intrigues her, but that's where it ends. For Josie has a little secret . . . 
Espionage was Thomas Matteson, Marquess of Chesney's game-until a tragic accident cost him his career. Now to salvage his reputation and return to the life he loves, the marquess must find the criminal who's been robbing London's rich and powerful. He's no fool-he knows Josie, with her wild chestnut hair and rapier-sharp wit, is hiding something and he won't rest until he unravels her mysteries, one by one. But he never expected to be the one under arrest-body and soul . . . 

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With determination, she snatched a glass of punch from a passing footman and weaved her way across the room, unable to tamp down her growing curiosity about him and the inexplicable yearning to meet him. Would those midnight blue eyes be just as intriguing up close? Would that mouth would be just as sensuous?
          Sighing at her own foolishness, she slipped through the crowd like a moth drawn toward a flame. She should have been watching over her brothers. At the very least, she should have been watching for Miranda Hodgkins. Instead, she was stalking a handsome stranger, lifting her glass ever so slightly as she glided toward him, bumping her arm against his—
          And spilled punch across his jacket sleeve.
          “Oh, I’m so sorry!” She gasped as his hand immediately took her elbow to steady her…or to keep her from spilling the rest of the punch, she wasn’t certain which. But when she glanced up at those sapphire eyes and a warmth stirred low in her belly, she didn’t care.
          Oh yes. Those eyes were just as intriguing up close.
          With a shake, she collected herself. “How awful of me!” she exclaimed and brushed her fingertips at the few droplets of punch still clinging to his sleeve.
The two Sinclair ladies excused themselves with a touch of embarrassment for her, which Josie didn’t give one whit about. Especially when the corners of his mouth curled sensuously at her in amusement.
          “No harm, I assure you.” His voice came as a deep purr.
          She cleared her throat at the responding shiver that scattered through her like warm rain. “I’m so terribly clumsy.” She continued to brush at his sleeve long after the punch had been cleared away, inexplicably unable to stop herself from touching him. “Everyone’s always saying, ‘Josephine Carlisle, how absolutely clumsy you are!’”
          She thought she saw knowing laughter sparkle in his eyes before he sketched her a shallow bow. “Miss Carlisle, something tells me you’re not truly as clumsy as you protest.”
          His words were just cryptic enough to give her pause and make her wonder again who this man was and why he was at the earl’s party when men of his caliber never came to Blackwood Hall. But at least they were now engaged in conversation, and she had managed to accomplish the meeting—albeit by the most wretched self-introduction in history—without having to seek out someone to do the honors for her. And she didn’t feel the least bit guilty at her subterfuge. Just hearing that voice had been worth it, no matter how briefly the meeting might last.
          Deep in her heart, she wished it would last a good long while.
          She smiled apologetically. “I do hope I haven’t ruined your jacket.”
          “It’s fine.” His eyes swept deliberately over her as he murmured, “Very fine.”
          Her heart skittered. Good Lord, was he flirting? With her? Despite her uncertainty, she blushed like a debutante at her first ball. Goodness.
          “You’re not dancing.”
          “Pardon?” she breathed, her foolish heart daring to hope that he might be asking…But no. His words were only an observation, not a request, and her stomach plummeted with disappointment.
          Of course, he wasn’t asking her to dance. Why on earth would he make such a request of the clumsy woman who’d just doused him with punch? As if this man ever had to request a dance in the first place. Most likely, the London ladies would have all sought out his dance card if men possessed such things. And then her pride sank even lower as she realized she’d done exactly that herself by approaching him in such a pathetic ruse.
          He nodded past her toward the dance floor where couples twirled in the roiling knots of a quadrille. “You’re not dancing,” he repeated.
          “I’m saving my toes for the waltzes,” she offered, curious to see how he would respond to that.
          “Ah, toe preservation,” he replied with mock gravity, his eyes gleaming. “A noble cause.”
          She smiled, strangely satisfied at his answer. Truly, she would have been incredibly disappointed had his response been anything less entertaining. “Indeed, sir, but perhaps I’m biased since I have a personal interest in the matter.” She gave a small laugh. “Ten, to be exact.”
          When he followed the dart of her eyes to her slippers, which she wiggled beneath the hem of her gown, he slid her a charming grin that trickled its way down her spine with a languid warmth. The laughter caught in her throat.
          Entertaining? Well, that was the understatement of the year. This man was utterly captivating. And for one shameless moment, bewildered at how he could draw such an inexplicable reaction from her so immediately, she wanted very much to become his captive.
          “And you?” She cleared her suddenly tight throat and hoped her voice sounded much steadier than she felt. “Why are you not dancing?”
          “I prefer the side of the room.” Then he leaned in slightly as he admitted in a low voice, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, “So much easier that way for beautiful ladies to purposefully spill punch on my sleeve to gain my attention.”
          Her mouth fell open, and she gaped at him. Speechless. Both at his audacity at calling her out for her ruse and for claiming she was beautiful. And at her reckless desire to hear him say it again.


1. Do you have any funny quirks or habits?

-- Several! But my primary habit is that I have to walk every day, no matter what. If I don’t walk, I can’t sit still long enough to write. My weirdest quirk is that I have to write barefoot—I simply can’t create in shoes!!

2. Which format of book do you prefer, eBook, hardback, or paperback?

-- Paperback. I’m hard on books—bending them, writing in them, losing them, and dropping them, sometimes into bathwater. If I had an e-reader, I’d have destroyed it several times over by now.

3. What is your work schedule like when you're writing?

-- I write in my sunroom when its cold outside and out on the porch when it’s nice. I like to work on the novels during the day when I have the most energy, then spend my evenings catching up on social media, marketing, and PR. In the summers, when I’m in the groove, I’ll write from 10am until it gets dark, taking breaks only to eat and walk.

4. Do you read the reviews of your book/books?

-- I read the reviews from PW, RT, and some blogs. I do not read the reviews on Amazon or Goodreads. Reading those reviews is bad for me. Not only does it upset me when someone makes harsh comments about my book, but then I find myself changing my writing to “fix” whatever they didn’t like. For every person who likes what you write, someone else is going to hate it for the same reason. The only person you have to worry about pleasing is yourself.

5. Out of the characters you have created, who is your favorite and why?

-- All three of the Carlisle brothers from How I Married a Marquess. Their back-and-forth banter and outrageous behavior was a blast to write! Which is why they ended up with their own series, which will be out in 2017. They possessed too much energy and fun to keep bottled up!

6. Anything you can tell us about yourself that your readers may not know.

-- I grew up on a farm in Indiana where we showed horses, had dozens of cats and dogs and all kinds of other animals, collected eggs from the chickens, and herded the cows in every night on our ponies. I think I was ten years old before I realized that not everyone owns a pony. (In How I Married a Marquess, the baron tells a story about Josie riding her horse into the house. I really did that!)

7. Tell us a little about how you got started as a writer.

--I’ve always been a writer, ever since junior high when I forced my “novels” on my friends to read, but mostly short stories, poetry, and academic writing. I read Julia Quinn’s An Offer from a Gentleman four years ago and was hooked! So I wrote my first full-length romance, which eventually became DUKES ARE FOREVER. It’s been a wonderful, crazy ride since then! I am truly thrilled and so very fortunate to be published and writing stories that so many people enjoy, and I am thankful for all the people who have supported me.

8. What inspires you while you were writing?

-- Architecture! I know, I know—that sounds weird, and maybe it is. But I get my best inspiration from visiting grand old houses and gardens, which makes me wonder about the people who would live in such places and all the stories they would have to tell...The writing flows from there.

9. One of your favorite quotes.

Adventure must start with running away from home” - William Bolitho

10. The gadget you can’t live without

-- My laptop, which has become a part of me because I’m never without it within reach; when I go on vacation and can’t take it with me, I suffer withdrawal. And my French press, because life is too short to suffer bad coffee.



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