BOOK BLURB:
After three years of marriage, Adelaide has fallen in love with
the handsome, honourable husband who nurtured her through her darkest hours.
Now Adelaide’s former lover, the passionate poet from whose arms
she was torn by her family during their illicit liaison in Milan six years
previously has returned, a celebrity due to the success of his book The Maid of
Milan.
High society is as desperate to discover the identity of his
‘muse’ as Adelaide is to protect her newfound love and her husband’s political
career.
Buy links:
Preorder The Maid of Milan at The Book Depository:
http://www.bookdepository.com/Maid-Milan-Beverley-Eikli/9781781891285
AUTHOR Bio and
Links:
Beverley Eikli is the author of eight historical
romances. In 2012 she won UK Women's Fiction publisher Choc-Lit's Search for An
Australia Star competition with her suspenseful, Napoleonic espionage Romance
The Reluctant Bride, which has just been shortlisted by Australian Romance
Readers for Favourite Historical in 2013.
In 2011 she was nominated for an ARRA award for her
Regency romance A Little Deception, and in 2012 for her racy Regency Romp,
Rake’s Honour, written under her Beverley Oakley pseudonym.
Eikli wrote her first romance when she was
seventeen. However, drowning the heroine on the last page was, she discovered,
not in the spirit of the genre so her romance-writing career ground to a halt
and she became a journalist.
After throwing in her job on South Australia's
metropolitan daily The Advertiser to manage a luxury safari lodge in the
Okavango Delta, in Botswana, she discovered a new world of romance and
adventure in a thatched cottage in the middle of a mopane forest with the
handsome Norwegian bush pilot she met around a camp fire.
Twenty years later, after exploring the world in
the back of Cessna 404s and CASA 212s as an airborne geophysical survey
operator during low-level sorties over the French Guyanese jungle and
Greenland's ice cap, Eikli is back in Australia teaching in the Department of
Professional Writing & Editing at Victoria University, as well as teaching
Short Courses for the Centre of Adult Education and Macedon Ranges Further
Education.
Website: http://www.beverleyeikli.com/
Twitter: http://beverleyoakley/
Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/beverley.eikli
Beverly will award a $20 Amazon book voucher
and a digital copy of The Reluctant Bride to a randomly drawn commenter during
the tour.
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Excerpt:
‘Addy—?’
Tossing aside the bed covers, Adelaide shifted to
make room for him, snuggling against his chest when he yielded slightly,
nevertheless terrified of his reaction. She was blatantly seducing – no, trying
to seduce – her husband for the first time in her life and she had no idea
whether he’d be horrified or delighted. She just knew she had to convey to him
her receptiveness for taking intimacy to a higher level.
So far so good. He was breathing more rapidly, she noticed,
as he carefully removed his boots. She willed him to hurry. She was on fire.
She closed her eyes in anticipation, her mind whirling with all the
possibilities of what she might say, but the words with which she’d intended to
unburden her heart were lost in the passion of his
kiss. Scorching. It shocked her, as did the speed with which he moved now as he
caged her body with his, his hands roaming over her as he trailed hot kisses
along her jawline, down her neck, across her décolletage. Adelaide arched with
impatience, resisting the urge to be the one to unbutton his trousers.
‘God, Addy, I love you,’ he muttered as he gripped
the hem of her shift to raise it, nuzzling her neck. ‘I’ve never loved any
woman as I love you. Are you sure you want—?’
Her reassurance that she’d never wanted anything so
much was truncated by a sharp rap on the door and her mother’s nasal whine on
the other side.
‘Addy?
I’ve brought you something to help you sleep. Can I come in?’
Horrified, she and Tristan bolted upright as the
door knob turned.
‘Wait, mother!’ Addy pulled the covers up to her
chin as Tristan leapt to the floor, straightening his cravat and pulling on his
boots with lightning speed.
‘Why, Tristan …?’ Mrs Henley’s cloying smile didn’t
fool Adelaide. ‘I didn’t know you were here. I’m so sorry to interrupt.’
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