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Cocky Confessions: Roark of the The Earl’s Enticement by Collette Cameron

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TheEarlsEnticement3_850Cameron 3rdToday, I’m interviewing Collette Cameron’s hero from The Earl’s Enticement.

Thank you so much for having me as a guest today, Dani. We’ve not met before. He bows. I’m Roark, the Earl of Clarendon. As you might guess, I spend my time managing my estate, Cadbury Park, attending London’s many social functions, and dealing with government issues from my seat in The House of Lords. Sounds rather boring doesn’t it?

Not at all, but maybe a bit stressful. Are you married or engaged? 

I’m recently married to my lovely bride, Adaira, whom I met in The Earl’s Enticement after she abducted me and locked me in the dungeon of her family’s keep. He grins.There was nothing the least bit boring about that.

LOL! And she’s certainly not a paling violet. Tell us something no one would believe about you? Large or small.

I have a terrible sweet tooth and keep a sweets stashed all around the manor house. I believe it comes from my father refusing to allow me bon bons as a child. I can’t resist a confection to save my soul.

We certain share that addiction. However, you’re metabolism appears to handle sugar better than mine. What’s the one thing you’d never tell your lover? 

Roark looks around, then leans forward and whispers, “Addy snores and talks in her sleep.”

It sounds like you find that endearing. Do you rely on your physical prowess or your intelligence to attract a lover?

He arches a brow, then brushes a piece of lint from his impeccable black tailcoat. Why both, of course. I find both desirable in my lover, and I prefer to have my brain stimulated every bit as much as my . . . well, you know.

Is there a specific body type, hair, or eye color that attracts you? Does your current lover meet the criteria?

I’ve always been attracted to women with full curves, voluptuous some might say. My first wife was a beautiful blonde with the heart of a harlot. When I married her, I thought her the most exquisite creature I’d ever met.

Addy, is petite and very slender, with coffee brown hair and almost black eyes. She’s wormed her way into my very soul. No other woman comes close to her magnificence in my estimation.

What do you believe is your most attractive feature? 

Adaira tells me it’s my eyes. She describes them as a hydrangea blue. Sounds rather silly to me. I’ve always thought woman were attracted by my smile. But who am I to argue with my wife?

What intrigues you most about your lover?

Addy is the most giving, generous woman I’ve ever known. She might be petite in form, but she has the heart and determination of a behemoth.

Aww…that’s sweet, but there’s gotta be something she does that drives you crazy. 

Addy has a stubborn streak, and when she makes up her mind she wants something, there’s no dissuading the woman. She insisted on riding Fionn, her stallion, until she was well into her pregnancy. Roark shakes his head as he gives a lopsided smile.

She also wears breeches in public, but I’ve almost gotten used to the gasps and snickers. Besides, I quite like her attired in breeches. The view is lovely from behind.

Other than Addy, do you have a hobby?

Aside from collecting unfortunate animals and staff? Yes, I dabble in horse breeding, and when in London, I box. In my youth, I tried my hand at poetry, but my prose is sadly lacking.

Wow, a soft-hearted fighter. Is there a favorite place you’d like to travel? 

I’d love to take Adaira on a tour of the continent. She’s never been to Rome or Spain. Both are teeming with romance. I think she’d quite like the history as well as the culture. Plus, both boast some splendid horseflesh, and as you know, Adaira is obsessed with her horses.

And you are a romantic as well. It was wonderful having you, Roark. I wish you and Adaira all the best. 

Thank you again for inviting me today. It’s been most pleasurable.

Blurb

She won’t be tamed.

A fiery, unconventional Scot, Adaira Ferguson wears breeches, swears, and has no more desire to marry than she does to follow society’s dictates of appropriate behavior. She trusts no man with the secret she desperately protects.

He can’t forget.

Haunted by his past, Roark, the Earl of Clarendon, rigidly adheres to propriety, holding himself and those around him to the highest standards, no matter the cost. Betrayed once, he’s guarded and leery of all women.

Mistaking Roark for a known spy, Adaira imprisons him. Infuriated, he vows vengeance. Realizing her error, she’s appalled and releases him, but he’s not satisfied with his freedom. Roark is determined to transform Adaira from an ill-mannered hoyden to a lady of refinement.

He succeeds only to discover, he preferred the free-spirited Scottish lass who first captured his heart.

Excerpt from The Earl’s Enticement

Dungeon Scene

“You do know—” Roark’s gaze roved the tidy cell, noting the fat, black spider weaving a web in the corner above the cell’s door, before returning to Miss Ferguson, “you could go to prison, for a very long time, for abducting and imprisoning a peer of the realm.”

“Ah, but then you’re not a peer are you?” She smiled again, the row of her neat white teeth shining bright in the shadowy corridor. “In fact, I do believe I’ve done the Crown a tremendous favor. I’ve apprehended a known spy.”

His gaze captured hers. Her eyes appeared black in the meager light, except for those unusual jewel-like gold specks reflecting in her irises. He fisted his hands, the only outward manifestation of his fury.

“That’s twice you’ve accused me of being a traitor. If you were a man, I’d call you out for it.”

She raised a perfectly arched chestnut brow and grinned. “Swords or pistols?”

Roark swept his gaze over her figure, shaking his head in disapproval. “Don’t tell me you’re trained in weaponry?”

“Of course.” She struck a fencing pose. “En garde.”

He closed his eyes for a brief moment. “Was there ever a more unladylike woman of refined breeding?”

Miss Ferguson dared to inch a bit closer, then bold as brass, pointed at him and chuckled. “You did it again. Spoke your thoughts aloud. My, but that must be aggravating.”

She leaned in a fraction, seeming to assess him with her keen eyes. Her subtle fragrance wafted past his nostrils. Something with lilies? He resisted the urge to inhale deeply.

“Can you keep any secrets, or does everything gush from your mouth like milk from a teat?”

Roark’s mouth dropped open. He gawked at her.

“Had she truly said teat?”

“To a man?”

“She didn’t know?”

Mischief danced in her eyes. “Yes, I did. Teat.”

Collette CameronABOUT COLLETTE

Award winning, Amazon best-selling, and multi-published historical romance author, Collette Cameron, has a BS in Liberal Studies and a Master’s in Teaching. A Pacific Northwest Native, Collette’s married, has three amazing adult children, and five dachshunds. Collette loves a good joke, inspirational quotes, flowers, the beach, trivia, birds, shabby chic, and Cadbury Chocolate. You’ll always find dogs, birds, quirky—sometimes naughty—humor, and a dash of inspiration in her novels. Her motto for life? You can’t have too much chocolate, too many hugs, or too many flowers. She’s thinking about adding shoes to that list.

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The Bride Gift – Confessions by Guy of Helston

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Thanks for visiting my new blog series, Cocky Confessions, where your favorite heroes’ secrets are revealed.  Today I’m interviewing Guy of Helston from Sarah Hegger’s, The Bride Gift.

Does everyone call you Guy? Is Helston your title or do you have a last name?

TheBrideGift_850HIGHThey call me Sir Guy, I have no knowledge of this last name of which you speak. I am Sir Guy of Helston, because I hail from there. I have also been called the Scourge of Farringdon, but those that speak thus do not go unchallenged.

Describe yourself and your role in The Bride Gift.

I am married to Lady Helena by proxy. Her guardian, the Earl of Lystanwold, had need to protect his niece and I desired the title. My role is to be her husband and protector and lord to the people of her lands.

Who’s your love interest and how did you meet?

Lady Helena of Lystanwold is my true lady. I climbed through my lady’s casement and was presented as her husband.

What intrigues you most about your lover? What do they do that drives you crazy?

Her family call her Nell. Nell is the name for a warm bundle of womanhood by a cozy fire, not a sharp- tongued, fierce vixen. Her fire is irresistible. She is also willful and stubborn and acts before she thinks. It could get her killed.

Tell us something no one would believe about you? Large or small.

I am a man of very few words and I would not like to share why.

Do you rely on your physical prowess or your intelligence to attract a lover?

I am a knight, lady!

What’s something you’ve done that could have landed you in prison?

I married without the king’s approval. It was worth the risk.

Who’s your best buddy? What do you guys do when bromancing?

What is this bromancing? It sounds peculiar. Is this something the men of your time do? My best friend is my twin, Crispin.

How do you stay fit?

My lady, with respect, I am a knight. I have told you so before. If I am not fit, I find myself on the wrong end of a sword.

If you could change one thing in your life, what would it be?

My sire. He was a cruel, harsh man. I needed to protect my twin from him when we were boys. I would have spared my twin his cruelty.

Name your most comfy article of clothing?

I am not a court peacock. I am most content in plain chausses and a tunic. I have worn chainmail for most of my life. It is not comfy and the smell is most offensive.

What worries you the most?

I am most afeared that my Lady Helena falls into the wrong hands and I am powerless to help her.

What’s the one thing you’d never tell your lover?

A man of honor keeps no secrets.

What is The Bride Gift all about?

It’s 1153 in the period dubbed ‘The Anarchy’, King Stephen and Empress Maud are not the only ones embroiled in a fierce battle of the sexes.

Determined to control her own destiny, willful Helena of Lystanwold has chosen just the husband to suit her purposes. But, when her banished guardian uncle attempts to secure her future and climbs through her bedroom window with a new husband by a proxy marriage, she understandably balks. Notorious warrior Guy of Helston is everything Helena swore she would never marry; a man who lives by the sword, like the man who murdered her sister.

This marriage finally brings Guy close to his lifetime dream of gaining lands and a title. He is not about to let his feisty bride stand in his way. A master strategist, Guy sets out to woo and conquer his lady.

Against a backdrop of vengeance, war and betrayal, Guy and Helena must learn to forge a united front or risk losing everything.

 

Available now on Amazon.

 

A small taste:     

Slowly, Helena turned and approached her husband.

His large body barely fit in the wooden tub. He sat with his knees almost to his ears. A slight frown creased his dark brows.

Helena dipped her hand in the soft soap they kept for bathing; more jasmine. She rubbed it between her fingers to create lather. When they next made soap she would need to produce something less feminine for Guy.

From this position, his head was almost on a level with her breasts. A feeling akin to excitement fluttered through her belly.

He watched her face as she leaned forward to soap his head, working it through his cropped hair. The bristly ends tickled her palm.

She reached for a bucket of rinsing water. He closed his eyes as soap and bubbles streamed down the strong planes of his cheeks. Droplets clung to his lashes. They were almost ridiculously long and so incongruous with the rest of him. Probably the only part of him that could be called soft.

He dropped his head forward onto his knees so she could finish rinsing.

Guy presented the broad expanse of his back, and she laid her hands across the sun-darkened skin. He was warm under her fingers and beneath the smooth skin, his muscles bunched slightly as she spread the soap. This might be bearable. When she rubbed her fingers on either side of his spine, he made a soft purr of enjoyment.

Her pulse jumped.

“Soft hands,” he said.

Her fingers traced a long, puckered scar running beneath his shoulder blade and disappearing around his side.

“A lance man with poor aim,” he murmured.

The skin on his back was firm, but marked by the scars of a lifetime spent wielding a sword. “It appears you really do fight,” she commented lightly.

For some reason those accumulated injuries and the pain they had caused angered her as well as rendered her sorry for his suffering. Helena steeled her resolve. It was just these sorts of wounds that made him perfect for her purpose.

She lathered soap across his shoulders and down the thick, corded muscle of each arm. Her belly reacted with another odd little quiver as her fingers slid across his skin like oil poured from a vial.

Guy raised his eyes to her face. A slumberous warmth made them glow nearly silver.

Her breath quickened in her chest as if she had been running; her hands tingled where they touched him.

 

Sarah Hegger B&W_DAnd in case you were wondering about Sarah Hegger, here’s the official version:

Born British and raised in South Africa, Sarah Hegger suffers from an incurable case of wanderlust. Her match? A hot Canadian engineer, whose marriage proposal she accepted six short weeks after they first met. Together they’ve made homes in seven different cities across three different continents (and back again once or twice). If only it made her multilingual, but the best she can manage is idiosyncratic English, fluent Afrikaans, conversant Russian, pigeon Portuguese, even worse Zulu and enough French to get herself into trouble.

Mimicking her globe trotting adventures, Sarah’s career path began as a gainfully employed actress, drifted into public relations, settled a moment in advertising, and eventually took root in the fertile soil of her first love, writing. She also moonlights as a wife and mother.

 

She currently lives in Draper, Utah with her teenage daughters, two Golden Retrievers and aforementioned husband. Part footloose buccaneer, part quixotic observer of life, Sarah’s restless heart is most content when reading or writing books.

She is always delighted to hear from you. Sarah can be reached at any and all of the following places:

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 Thanks to Sarah for being my first victim guest on Cocky Confessions.  I really enjoyed Guy’s keen answers. Don’t think he’d have a problem getting up to speed in this era.  Please show him and Sarah your love.  And if your hero would like to step up for an interview, you may get in touch with me through the blog contact link or though Facebook.