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Sunday, July 12, 2015

Samantha Grace Spotlight Tour

Hi, everyone. I'm Samantha Grace, RITA-nominated author of the historical romance series, Rival Rogues. Today I’m very happy to be joined by Benjamin Hillary, the hero of my latest novel, THE BEST OF BOTH ROGUES, and his rival for Miss Eve Thorne’s affections, Sir Jonathan Hackberry. We also have another very special guest who graciously agreed to lead today’s interview, Miss Gracie Kendrick. Gracie is the 9-year-old sister of Eve Thorne’s new sister-in-law, Helena. Gracie and Eve became fast friends when Gracie moved into Thorne Place, and I expect she will be perfect for the job. Whenever you are ready, sweet girl.

Gracie waves to Sir Jonathan then smiles shyly at Ben. Sir Jonathan returns her wave.

Gracie: Eve told me to ask anything I want, and I thought of a perfect question just now. Sir  Jonathan, do you prefer cats or dogs?

Sir Jonathan rubs his chin: That is an excellent question. A dog is loyal, but needy and a bit messy at times, whereas a cat is cleaner, but perhaps not as affectionate.

Gracie: Do you have a cat or a dog?

Sir Jonathan: Well, no. I tend to travel to foreign lands often, and I’m afraid a dog or cat would become seasick.

Gracie nods: Very wise. Perhaps a fish would be better. Mr. Hillary, I’ll ask you the same question. Cat or dog?

Ben: I’m a kitten lover myself.

Gracie slaps a hand over her mouth to smother her giggle.

Sir Jonathan looks from Gracie to Ben: What is funny? Why is she laughing?

Gracie flashes a gap-toothed smile, the result of having lost a tooth recently: Kitten is your name for Eve.

Ben grins: You are close friends. What else has Eve told you about me?

Gracie: She said you might try to coax her secrets from me, but that I shouldn’t tell you anything, even if you bribe me with a lemon drop. Do you have a lemon drop?

Ben: It just so happens that I brought a box along today.

Ben holds the box out to her and insists it is a gift: Please remind Miss Thorne that she has no secrets, which is what I like best about her.  

Sir Jonathan scratches his head: Wait. You have a pet name for my betrothed?

Ben shrugs: She was my betrothed first.

Sir Jonathan frowns: And did she have a pet name for you?

Ben: I believe Kitten called me the only man she would ever truly love.

Sir Jonathan smiles ruefully: I asked for that.




The worst thing Mr. Benjamin Hillary ever did was abandon his bride-to-be on their wedding day.

The hardest thing he will ever have to do is watch her marry another man.

After two long years abroad, Ben finds Eve every bit as captivating as she was the first time he saw her, and he vows to set things right.

Lady Eve Thorne has a new man in her life, and Ben is nothing but trouble. She is no longer a starry-eyed young woman, and now that he’s back, he can go hang for all she cares. At least that’s what she keeps telling herself…
Historical romance author Samantha Grace discovered the appeal of a great love story when she was just a young girl, thanks to Disney’s Robin Hood. She didn’t care that Robin Hood and Maid Marian were cartoon animals. It was her first happily-ever-after experience and she didn’t want the warm fuzzies to end. Now Samantha enjoys creating her own happy endings for characters that spring from her imagination. Publishers Weekly describes her stories as “fresh and romantic” with subtle humor and charm. Samantha describes romance writing as the best job ever.

THE BEST OF BOTH ROGUES 
by Samantha Grace

     Ben made a slow circle of the brightly lit ballroom, stopping occasionally to study the couples as they sashayed past, their cheeks pink from exertion. After several moments, he was satisfied Lord Wellham wasn’t among the dancers, not that Ben was surprised. If his memory served, the earl favored gambling over gamboling.
     Reaching a secluded corner near a dark alcove, he paused to check once more for his quarry before he sought out the card room.
    “What are you doing here?” a voice hissed. “You are not on the guest list.”
    “Pardon?” Ben spun toward the speaker and came up short. His eyebrows veered toward each other. “How do you know?” he whispered back to the mass of green palm fronds.
    “Because I helped make the list.” The plant’s fronds parted, and Eve Thorne’s stern glare greeted him. What the devil was she doing?
     Her frown deepened when he simply stared, at a loss for words. “Do you have a death wish, Mr. Hillary?”
     The corners of his mouth twitched. “Let me guess, you’ve been attacked by a man-eating plant. Are you in need of rescue, Kitten?”
     She growled softly and the fronds snapped back into place. Ben checked the surrounding area to be certain they hadn’t earned any unwanted attention, then peered around the massive greenery. Eve was wedged against the wall, her yellow chiffon skirts crushed against the large pot. Her chest rose and fell in rapid movements, drawing his attention to the modest swell of her breasts peeking above her lacy neckline. A rosy glow infused her ivory skin, making the sprinkling of freckles across her cheeks almost unnoticeable.
     God, he had missed her – her freckles, her pouty lips, her soulful brown eyes. He had been smitten from the moment he had spied her at the theater during the little Season, and two years on a faraway continent had done nothing to cool his ardor.
    “What are you doing back there, Miss Thorne, and shouldn’t you have a chaperone?”
     She crossed her arms as if erecting a wall between them. “God only knows why, but I am trying to save your skin, Benjamin James Arran Hillary.”
     Damnation. He had almost forgotten he’d been burdened with so many names, and that she had a habit of invoking every one when she was perturbed. His smile expanded. Despite her pretense of indifference, she was worried for him. “Am I to conclude your skulking about means you still care?”
     “I care about Lady Eldridge, and I do not want to see her ball ruined by you and Sebastian coming to fisticuffs. You really must leave before he sees you and demands another meeting on the field.”
     Crossing paths with Sebastian Thorne didn't concern Ben. Her brother’s need to defend her reputation after Ben jilted her had been satisfied three weeks earlier in a duel, and Thorne would not issue a second challenge for fear of losing. Ben suspected neither of them wanted to risk looking like fools again either. Instead of dueling with pistols or swords as any other normal men would do, they had allowed Eve to choose the weapons. She had chosen gloves.
     He scowled. “Do you have any idea how ridiculous it looked for two men to engage in a slapping match?” The gents at Brooks’s hadn’t stopped talking about the duel for days, and Ben had endured the brunt of the teasing since he’d followed his youngest brother’s advice and allowed Thorne to win.
     Eve’s smile radiated with self-satisfaction. “Since no one died, I would say I made an excellent choice.”
     He grudgingly admitted her cleverness had managed to resolve the conflict without bloodshed – or much, anyway. Ben had walked away with a cut on his cheek and a nasty bruise, thanks to her brother filling his glove with pebbles. But bruised pride and a bruised mug were small prices to pay to see Eve’s position in Society restored.


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2 comments:

  1. Cute conversation between characters. Thank you.

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    1. Thank you, Gayle! I haven't seen you in a while. I hope everything is going well for you and your family. :)

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