This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Maggie Mooha will be awarding $15 Boroughs Bucks to 2 randomly drawn winners via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour. Jane Austen's most famous lovers, Darcy and Elizabeth, return in a tale of romance, adventure, and danger set in the heart of the Caribbean. Read an Excerpt: She was grateful for all he was doing for her, and for her family despite its low connections and its unseemly behavior. Gratitude, however, was not her overwhelming emotion at that moment. She wanted him to take her in his arms. She wanted to kiss him good-bye, again and again. He turned to look at her once more. She swallowed hard. His eyes. They bore into her like a dagger. It was now or never. What if he were killed? What if he lay in his grave never knowing that she loved him? He was prepared to sacrifice everything for her, his position, his reputation, his wealth, and now he was prepared to sacrifice his life. Could she hold her reputation above that? He turned away from her and headed to the door. She could not let him go without telling him of her feelings. What if he was mistaken? What if Wickham killed her father and killed him too? As he opened the door and exited, she said in a barely audible tone, “I love you.” She waited for the click of the door. It did not come. The door opened again, and Darcy entered the room once more. “What did you say?” he asked. She faltered for a moment, then repeated, “I love you,” louder this time. It all happened in an instant. She did not move and yet she was in his arms. He strode across the room with such force that he lifted her off the ground. The touch of his body was intoxicating. Suddenly, a dark cloud crossed his face, and he let her down. He still had not kissed her. “Perhaps you are only grateful to me,” he said, pulling away slightly, but not letting go of her. Oh no, no, he would know. She reached up and caressed his cheek. “How can you doubt me?” she asked. “Do you think I do not know my own mind?” She watched his face. His eyes searched hers as if he would find in them the truth he wanted to know. She touched his face again. He kissed her. About the Author: I’ve always been a storyteller. When I was little, I used to tell my sister stories before we went to sleep. Most of them were serials – Superman and the like. It never occurred to me until much later in life that I should try my hand at writing. Most of my career, I’ve been a music teacher. I’ve found music such a help when crafting a story. I actually see the structure of a book as if it was a musical composition. As for the nuts and bolts of my life, I grew up in the Chicago area and was a teacher there for quite a few years. I had a chance to teach at an international school in Dar Es Salaam in Tanzania, and I spent two years there. After adopting my son, we spent four years at an international school in the Philippines. During that time, I began writing. Now I live in the western U.S. Most of my work has been screenplays. Over the years, I’ve won or placed well in competitions. I’m telling you this so you don’t think I sat down one day and wrote a novel out of the blue. I’ve spent many years working and learning. A long time ago someone called me “an insatiable romantic.” I hope that's still true. Visit with Maggie – Facebook: http://facebook.com/maggie.mooha Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/mmooha Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/mmooha5817 LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/maggie-mooha-120a6624 BUY LINKS: http://www.boroughspublishinggroup.com/books/elizabeth-new-world https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/elizabeth-in-the-new-world-maggie-mooha/1129784411?ean=2940155857334 https://www.amazon.com//dp/B07JP9KXDS https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/elizabeth-in-the-new-world https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/903159 https://linkmaker.itunes.apple.com/en-us/details/1440196638?country=us&mediaType=books&term=Maggie+Mooha&type=book a Rafflecopter giveaway
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This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Keira Dominguez will be awarding $15 in Boroughs Bucks to 2 randomly drawn winners via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour. A MOST PRIVATE BATTLE Read an Excerpt “Always the hero,” Fox stated, appearing from the ballroom as Henry trained his eyes down the hall where Miss Thornton had disappeared. “But it’s caddish to give a girl hopes, Harry. Particularly such a dull-looking mouse.” Henry’s jaw set. It hadn’t been like that. Meeting Miss Thornton had been more like finding a brother-soldier, someone whose warm laughter and ready wit had plucked him out of the madness of Spain and put his feet down on the soil of England. For a few brief minutes, she’d made him feel that he was not wholly alien here. In the face of that, the fashion of her dress was totally irrelevant. Henry followed Fox into the ballroom again and they watched the dancers until Henry put the back of his hand to his mouth, yawning. When Miss Thornton left, all his energy had seemed to go with her, and the weariness that was a massive wave he’d been outrunning since Spain was finally going to break. “You should be in bed,” Fox noted, stifling his own yawn. He raised his voice over the violins and noise of the party. “Speaking of which…. Where—?” The music came to an uneven halt and the long lines of dancers froze like grappling statues. “Dear guests—” A voice rang out from a tiny woman at the dais. Lady Sherbourne. “I had hoped for an exciting party, but did not dare pray for something so memorable. London has brought out one of its finest fogs for us.” Talk rumbled through the room. “That’s torn it,” muttered a man to Henry’s right. “Can’t leave now. I’m for the library sofa. Every man for himself.” Gentlemen closest to the garden doors swung them wide, displaying a thick wall of fog that rolled through the crowd like a malevolent guest, arriving late and sending dangerous greetings left and right. Henry’s heart skittered to a stop. How long had it been since Miss Thornton left? A quarter of an hour? More? The answer made him sick. It was too late to chase after them. About the Author: Keira Dominguez graduated from BYU with a B.A. in Humanities and lives in Portland, Oregon with her husband and five children. For the last decade, she has co-authored The Uncrushable Jersey Dress, a blog and Facebook page dedicated to mid-century author, Betty Neels. Cultivating this corner of fandom confirmed the suspicion that people who like sweet romances are as smart, funny, and are as interesting as readers of any other genre. When Keira is not busy avoiding volunteerism at her kids’ schools like it is the literal plague, she enjoys scoring a deal at Goodwill, repainting her rooms an unnecessary amount of times, and being seized by sudden enthusiasms. Take Tea with Keira - website: http://www.keiradominguez.com facebook: http://facebook.com/keiradominguez8/ twitter: http://www.twitter.com/keira_dominguez instagram: http://www.instagram.com/keiradominguezwrites BUY LINKS: http://www.boroughspublishinggroup.com/books/her-caprice https://linkmaker.itunes.apple.com/en-us/details/1451254386?country=us&mediaType=books&term=her%20caprice&type=book,br> https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07N9B81QR https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1130437723?ean=2940155962496 https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/her-caprice https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/920856 a Rafflecopter giveaway |
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