Sunday, March 30, 2014

Reckless Need releasing April 2

There's another release on the horizon, and this time it's an erotic historical romance and #3 in the Heart's Temptation Series. Book 1, A Mad Passion, and Book 2, Rebel Love, are both available now. And while those two are both Blush books, I want to assure my readers who love super sexy reads that even though they're not considered erotic, these two books are super sexy as well. They're definitely not the closed bedroom door variety of romance.

And let me apologize in advance for the lack of italics on the book titles. Maybe you didn't notice, but I did and it's driving me nuts but I'm writing this post on my iPad thanks to my current status as a bed restee and the iPad is NOT cooperating.

But enough of my OCD. Let's talk about Reckless Need, Book 3. It's the steamy love story of Tia and her sexy duke Heath. Tia is a widow who's happy with her station in life. Until a handsome duke sweeps her into his arms at a house party and ends up kissing her senseless. Not to mention undoing a few of her buttons. Heath has a painful past and Tia has a broken heart, but they're drawn to each other in a way they've never experienced before. Before they know it, they're swept up in passion and courting scandal and on their way to their own happily ever after.

I hope you'll give it a try when it releases on April 2 from Ellora's Cave. That's this week, in case you were wondering. And also in case you were wondering, Book 1 is the story of Cleo and Thornton (Cleo is Tia's sister) and Book 2 is the story of Thornton's sister Bella and best friend Jesse. Tia appears in both books, and now she's finally getting her own.

In the mean time, I'm hard at work on Book 3 in the Wicked Husbands series, Her Reformed Rake. As I've mentioned here on the blog before, the hero of Her Reformed Rake, the Earl of Ravenscroft, appears in two different series. He's in Book 1 of Heart's Temptation, A Mad Passion, and Book 2 of Wicked Husbands, Her Lovestruck Lord. So if you'd like to catch a glimpse of him before he gets his own happily ever after, look for him there. Kind of confusing, but I like to intertwine my series in various ways.

Until my next post, happy reading and try not to behave too much.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Loved Up Releases Soon

A week from tomorrow is release day for Loved Up, the first book in my new contemporary erotic romance series. After writing a bunch of historicals in a row, I decided that no matter how much I love the late Victorian era, I needed a change of pace. The idea for Loved Up popped into my head between books, and I ran with it.

The series revolves around the four sexy Taylor brothers, who all live in coastal Maryland in a fictional town called Atlantic. If you read any of the books in the Love's Second Chance series, you’ll recognize this cozy small town that’s loosely based on a real-life area of Maryland’s eastern shore near and dear to my heart.

I hope you’ll give Kassie and Jax’s sexy story a try and let me know what you think!

And now, because it's been winter here on the east coast for the past 10 years (or at least it feels that way), here's a gratuitous beach picture. It happens to be the same beach in Loved Up, so I guess it's not entirely gratuitous.

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Her Lovestruck Lord Excerpt Tour + Giveaway


Next week, I’ll be kicking off the virtual tour for Her Lovestruck Lord courtesy of Goddess Fish Promotions. Stop by for exclusive excerpts and your chance to win a $20 Amazon gift card! Here's the rundown of where I'll be and when:

Jan 20 The Official Beth Owyn Blog
Jan 21 The Racy Raconteur
Jan 21 Author Rose Wynters
Jan 22 TBQ's Book Palace
Jan 23 Buried Under Romance
Jan 23 Katherine Givens
Jan 24 Books on Silver Wings
Jan 27 Long and Short Reviews
Jan 28 Rachel Leigh
Jan 29 Dena Garson - Real... Hot... Romance
Jan 30 Punya Reviews...
Jan 31 I Heart Romance

Thursday, January 2, 2014

Rebel Love releases 1/23 + exclusive excerpt

This month is finally release month for the long-awaited second book in my Heart’s Temptation Series, Rebel Love. (Book 1, A Mad Passion, has been out for quite some time, and it’s the story of an old love rekindled between Cleo and the Marquis of Thornton. If you haven’t yet snatched it up, you can find it here and just about anywhere.) Rebel Love is the story of Thornton’s sister, Bella, and his best friend Jesse Whitney, who also happens to be a Confederate Civil War veteran.

Writing Rebel Love was a long and intense process for me. I’ve been a Civil War nerd for over half my life. The first romance novel I ever wrote (never to be seen by the world) was set during the Civil War. So was the second (also never to be seen by the world). Having the opportunity to bring the drama and scars of the Civil War to Victorian England was amazing for me.

In anticipation of its release, I’m posting an exclusive excerpt from Rebel Love below. And, just in case you’re wondering, Book #3, Reckless Need, is currently underway and should be completed soon.

Excerpt:

She was curious once again and drawn to him as ever. “Why do you insist on acting as though you are unfit? You know as well as I that if you were a scoundrel, my brother would never have been your steadfast friend for all these years.”

“Not a scoundrel, perhaps, but a man who has seen too much of life.” His expression hardened, his eyes glittering like polished jet. “I’ve been through a war. It changes a body in ways you can’t comprehend, in ways I don’t want you to comprehend.”

He seemed so alone in that moment her heart physically hurt inside her chest. She could only imagine what he’d seen in his lifetime. She knew the War Between the States had been devastating. It was too much for one man to bear alone. She yearned to reach out to him, give him solace.

She drew closer to Mr. Whitney, the hem of her dress brushing his trousers. Bella looked up at him, marveling at how handsome and elegant a figure he cut. “Did you ever think that perhaps I am not so foolish and na├»ve as you suppose? You may confide in me.”

He lowered his forehead to hers, breathing deeply. “You are too good. I could never burden your pretty head with the horrors I’ve seen.”

“Nonsense.” She traced his hard, bristled jaw. “You cannot forever be a man alone.”

She didn’t wait for his response. This time, she kissed him. She knew little still of what to do, only that she longed to feel his lips hot and insistent over hers. His mouth was at first immobile. She pressed her lips tentatively to his as he had done to her.

His arms suddenly came around her, crushing her frame to his. To Bella, it seemed as if she had tipped over a kerosene lantern in a barn full of dry summer’s hay. He was a passionate fire, ready to consume her. She came to life with his ardor, a steady ache building low in her belly. Their tongues tangled. He tasted once more of the coffee he must have consumed at breakfast and he smelled like himself, man and leather and something indefinably compelling.

The kiss deepened, his tongue sliding wetly into her mouth. She moaned, pressing herself into him, wanting more. His large hands settled first on her wasp waist and then slid upward to the swell of her bodice. He cupped her breasts through the barrier of her stiff, tight-laced corset. She was suddenly aware her dress fastened up the back with nearly thirty buttons. Drat her ninny-headed fashion.

Neither of them heard the library door click open and remained unaware of the surprised witness to their romantic tableau until a shocked gasp intruded on their passion.


Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Six Degrees of Heart's Temptation & Wicked Husbands

Her Lovestruck Lord (from Wicked Husbands) just released and Rebel Love (from Heart’s Temptation) releases next month, but did you know how these two series are connected? I bet you don’t, but you’re about to find out.


The Heart’s Temptation series started out with A Mad Passion, and a certain scandalous lord, The Earl of Ravenscroft, first appeared in that book. He’s absent from Book #2 Rebel Love and by the time Book #3 rolls around (Reckless Need, which I’m currently writing and should be released in late spring/early summer), he’ll already be married.


But when did he get his happily ever after? That’s where the Wicked Husbands series comes in. He also appears in Book #2, Her Lovestruck Lord, but it isn’t until Book #3, Her Reformed Rake, that he will meet his match in a feisty American heiress. This book is in the planning stages, but it too should be released this summer.

Kind of like the Kevin Bacon thing, right?

Anyway, I’m putting together a virtual book tour for Her Lovestruck Lord in January. There will be a giveaway involved, so be sure to check back soon for more information.

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Her Lovestruck Lord releases 11/22!

I’m happy to announce that if you just happen to be awaiting the release of Rebel Love, you’ll have a sexy, historical something to tide you over in the mean time. Her Lovestruck Lord, book 2 in the Wicked Husbands series, now has an official release date of November 22nd. And I know that I say I love all my books (I unabashedly do) but I have extra love for this one. It was a challenge to write, but I fell in love with Simon along the way and I hope you will too.

Here is the now-official blurb:
By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, please exit this site.
An Excerpt From: HER LOVESTRUCK LORD
Copyright © SCARLETT SCOTT, 2013
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Maggie paced the length of polished floorboards peeking out from amongst thick carpets. Perhaps it was the champagne. Perhaps it was the evening, the man’s dancing eyes, his deep voice laden with desire. Perhaps it was the allure of something more, the mysterious relationship between a man and a woman that had never been fully realized for her.

For a wife of nearly a year, she was still, somehow, a virgin.

The shameless summons she’d issued was not like her at all. Dear heaven. What would the man think? She didn’t even know his name, his face. She’d chatted with him in a crowded ballroom and now he would arrive at any moment to take her innocence. Maggie fanned her face with her hand, needing air. What did it all entail? She’d heard murmurings that the deflowering would be painful at best, horridly humiliating at worst. Whatever it would be, every woman knew she need face the time. It had become apparent that her husband didn’t want her. She had no choice but to seek that closeness elsewhere. Had she?

A discreet knock sounded at her door. Two quick raps. He had come.

She flattened her palms over her nightdress, a fairly formal affair of cotton and lace. Upon dismissing her lady’s maid, she had retied the mask to conceal her face. After all, the freedom of anonymity was what made Lady Needham’s country house weekend so wicked and so wonderful. Participants wore masks for its three-day duration, enabling guests to dabble in pursuits that were decidedly more sinful than ordinary society permitted.

She took a deep breath before hastening to the door and pulling it open. There he stood, the man who had trampled her train and won her desire in the process. He stood tall, still wearing his black evening tails and his mask. They were to remain entirely unknown to each other. Maggie wasn’t certain if she was relieved or disappointed. While she very much longed to see his face, she also wasn’t ready to reveal hers to him.

“Am I still welcome?” he asked, his voice low and intimate and somehow hesitant all at the same time.

His uncertainty won her over. She stepped back into the chamber, gesturing him inside. “You are most welcome as long as you promise not to do any further damage to my wardrobe.”

He chuckled as he strode across the threshold. “I shall do my utmost to keep your gowns in good order, I swear.”

It wasn’t her gowns she feared he’d do damage to at this point. She closed the door behind him and spun, unaccountably nervous now that she’d done what she’d set out to do in the first, obtained a lover. If only she knew what to do with him.

“My lady’s maid will be relieved to hear it,” she quipped, clasping her hands at her waist and simply watching him. She’d never felt more awkward in her life. And that was certainly saying quite a bit, for she was accustomed to being a wallflower and an oddity.

He smiled, his teeth visible in a brief white flash before he was once again serious. His eyes dropped. “Your hands are shaking, my dear.”

She looked down as well. So they were. Dear heaven. How was she ever going to make it through the night? “I suppose I’m a bit anxious,” she conceded.

“You’ve never been to one of Lady Needham’s house parties before, have you?” His voice was knowing. He closed the space between them, catching her worried hands in his large, warm ones.
She was dismayed that he saw through her with such ease. She’d thought she had done an admirable job of playing the part of debauched lady. “How did you know?”

“You’re a trifle too sincere.” He raised her hands to his lips, kissing each with a slow reverence that thoroughly disarmed her. “In truth, I’ve never met a woman as candid and lovely.”

She was breathless. “Never?” Oh, how she hoped he was not merely wooing her with meaningless praise.

“Never.” He turned her hands over and dropped a kiss to her palms, then her wrists. “It’s bad of me, but I’m deuced glad I trounced your gown.”

A shiver of pure desire skittered down her spine. “It seems fortuitous,” she agreed, all her earlier bravado failing her. She was desperate to know what was about to unfold and yet simultaneously terrified.

“Am I overstepping my bounds, my dear?” he asked, still holding her hands in his.

“You’re trembling. I wouldn’t dream of frightening you.”

“No,” she hastened to assure him. “This is all new to me, I fear, and rather daunting.”

He stilled. “Am I to be your first lover, then?”

“Yes,” she admitted, so embarrassed that she longed to crawl beneath the lovely carved oak bed taking up the opposite wall. Somehow, she hadn’t imagined as much conversation.

“I’m honored,” he said, his voice deep and velvety. He reached up to touch the corner of her mask. “Do you wish to keep it on?”

“Yes,” she said again, “if you don’t mind, sir. At least until the lamps are out.”

“If it pleases you,” he murmured. His fingers lingered on her chin, tipping it upward.

“May I kiss you now?”

She placed her hands upon his broad shoulders. “Please do.” She closed her eyes, waiting. The other kisses she’d experienced had been chaste and flat, a mere perfunctory brushing of lips over hers. Jonathan had been the perfect gentleman.

But if she’d expected the same sort of brief peck now, she’d been entirely wrong. Delightfully so. His mouth pressed against hers, hot and firm. He drew his arms around her waist, anchoring her body to his. The hardness of his long, lean form was a pleasant surprise. She leaned into him, hungry for more, gasping when his tongue teased her lower lip. The moment she opened to him, he swept inside her mouth. Tentatively, she ran her tongue against his, gratified when she heard him moan.

The warmth she’d been feeling all evening escalated into a fire that began in her belly and went decidedly lower. Her skin tingled. A steady ache thrummed between her legs. She’d never experienced a more heady mix of pleasure and longing. At last, she thought as she mimicked his kiss.

He dragged his mouth from hers, his breathing ragged, before dropping tantalizing kisses over her bare neck. He made a path to the hollow at the base of her throat where her pulse galloped at a frantic pace. His silk mask scraped against her, equally exciting. She tilted her head back to grant him greater access. His fingers went to the shell buttons on her cotton nightgown’s bodice, unhooking them from their moorings one at a time.

Dear heavens. For all the times she’d lain awake in her bed, imagining taking a lover, she’d never had any idea how thrilling and horridly frightening it would be all at once. He was disrobing her. She didn’t even know his name. Somehow, impossibly, that heightened the allure.

He worked his way to the button between her breasts and paused, glancing up at her. The intensity of his stare nearly made her knees give out. “Are you utterly certain, my dear?”

He was giving her the opportunity to change her mind, she realized through the dizzying desire clouding her rational brain. Of course she wasn’t certain. She’d never been more hopelessly uncertain of anything in her life. But that was part of what made sharing heated kisses with a masked stranger so enticing. She felt free for the first time, empowered by her anonymity. She could be anyone she wanted to be in the magic of the night. She could do anything she wanted.

“Yes,” she murmured. “I’m certain.”

Friday, October 11, 2013

Excerpt from Her Lovestruck Lord

Now that Her Lovestruck Lord has been happily sent on its way to my editor, I thought I’d share an unofficial excerpt…

“You cannot possibly be serious.”

Simon stared at his fiery-haired wife and decided that, whilst she looked particularly exquisite in a brilliant-blue afternoon frock, her American sensibilities were rotting her brain. Exceptional ability as a poetess or not, she was fit for the madhouse. She appeared quite sincere, her violet eyes huge and bright, pinning him to the spot. From her elaborately styled curls to her silk shoes, she looked every inch the proper marchioness. He longed to muss her up, undo a few of her buttons, bend her over a settee and sink inside her hot, wet flesh. Devil take it. He shook the thought from his mind. He bloody well couldn’t always be making love to her. Could he?

“Of course I’m serious, Sandhurst.” She smiled, and he wanted her all the more. “So are you. That’s the problem. It’s occurred to me that I’ve never even heard you laugh.”

Hadn’t she? He pondered her statement for a moment, supposing that he didn’t find much levity in the world. “Laughter is for fools,” he snapped, irritated. She had invaded his home, his thoughts, and dear God, very nearly his heart. Why did she have to be so damn lovely, so sweet and kind? It would have been better had she been a shrew.

Maggie gave him a look that he fancied she saved for motherless kittens. “Laughter is for people who are happy.”

What was he to say to that? He frowned at her, thinking he should have simply acted on his instinct and ravished her. “What on earth has happiness to do with walking about in the rain?” he demanded, returning to her ridiculous idea that they go for a walk in the rainstorm that was currently soaking the countryside. “I daresay drowning one’s self in thunderclouds and mud puddles isn’t going to incite either laughter or happiness.”

She had the cheek to whisk away his statement with a gesture of her small hand.

“Nonsense. It’s not thundering, and you’ve never lived until you’ve danced in the rain.”

“I suppose you’ve never contracted a lung disease either,” he quipped, unable to help himself. Christ, he was actually beginning to be charmed by her madness. Somehow, she was at her most fetching when she was smiling and daring him to step beyond the boundaries behind which he’d lived his entire life.

“Truly, Simon.” She pursed her luscious lips together in that way she had that made him want to crush her in his arms and kiss her. “What good is life without a spot of fun?”

He scowled, confounded by his intense reaction to her. It was mad. Ludicrous. There was no reason he should want this woman he’d sworn never to bed, fewer reasons to be enthralled by her odd sense of adventure. She was everything he was not. Young, idealistic, filled with laughter and hope and innocence. Ready to give in to her desires, to forget about the strictures of society that said a husband and a wife ought not to love each other. She cared for him despite his abandonment of her, despite his admittedly cool nature. She was the fire to his ice, and damn it, she was melting him. He had to take care or he’d be burned.