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Spotlight, Teaser, Excerpt & Giveaway: The Temptation of Grace by Kristin Vayden





Title: The Temptation of Grace
Series: Gentlemen of Temptation #3
Author: Kristin Vayden
Publishers: Kensington Press/Penguin/
Random House Publishers
Genre: Regency Historical Romance
Release Date: April 30, 2019



Blurb

An elite gentleman’s club is no place for a London debutante. But what happens at Temptation stays at Temptation . . . or does it?

Dogged by gossip and scandal, Ramsey Scott, Marquess of Sterling, is the last man who should stand guard over lovely Miss Grace Morgan, much less fall for her. When the innocent’s first outings of the season land her in Temptation, the private club Ramsey manages, he longs to take her in his arms and keep her there, if only his past would allow it. Their friendship will have to suffice—but as Grace blooms in society, Ramsey feels her slipping from his grasp. Until she lures him into his greatest temptation yet . . .

She should never have come to his office unattended. But how else was Grace to get Ramsey’s romantic attention? Yet now she is left waiting for a proposal that may never come—and wondering if Ramsey’s vexing propriety will force her to marry another . . .





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Excerpt

“Don’t.” It was a single word, but it carried a wealth of meaning.
         Miss Grace blinked, tipping her head just a fraction of an inch. “Pardon?”
         He shook his head slightly. “Don’t. I know what you are thinking, and it’s wrong.”
         A bit of the spark he’d seen earlier flared to life in her eyes, and it pleased him. “I wasn’t aware you were a mind reader.”
         “I’m not, but I am quite intuitive on certain things, and this is one of them. You’re thinking you don’t belong, that you knew you’d do something stupid like this, and that you are disappointing Heath—Viscount and Lady Kilpatrick.” He finished, lifting his chin, daring her to contradict him.
         Her defiant gaze flickered to the ground and he noted the way her jaw clenched. There was a slight sigh before she raised her gaze to his. “Am I wrong to think those things?”
         He mentally applauded her willingness to be honest. “Yes. While it was unfortunate for you to . . . do whatever you did. I rather missed the whole mess, but only you can let it define you, Miss Grace. And I, for one . . .” He took a step closer to her. “Rather thought you stronger than that.”
         He issued the challenge, offering the opportunity to rise to the occasion rather than offer sympathy.
         Sympathy was for fools, for those too weak to accept the challenge of rising above. And was quite certain that Miss Grace needed the gauntlet thrown, rather than a soft word and kind pat.
         Like a pet Yorkie.
         Ramsey gave a slight shiver at the thought.
         “I just made a cake of myself,” she retorted with enough heat to warn him, but not loudly enough to draw attention.
         “I know.”
         “And yet, you want me to waltz right out there—”
         “I wouldn’t waltz if I were you; that might draw attention. Most people simply walk, but . . .” He hitched a shoulder.
         She glared, clearly not appreciating his attempt at humor.
         Ladies were so irritatingly literal when they were angry. Annoying, that.
         “Well, what are you going to do? Hide? Let them win? Cower? I guarantee that is exactly what they think you should do, and then they will whisper behind your back, and then to your face.”
         “They’ll whisper regardless.” Miss Grace shrugged, giving a very unladylike eye roll to punctuate her statement.
         Even if it was unladylike, Ramsey had to agree with the gesture. London elite had earned many an eye roll from him as well. “Yes, but the question is . . .” He took a step forward, met her gaze with a frank on of his own, and continued. “What do you want them to whisper about? How you ran, or how you had the bravery to rise above?”
         Her green eyes sparkled, then kindled with what looked suspiciously like courage, but then she glanced down to the floor, hiding his view of her expression.
         The first measures of the waltz started playing, and Ramsey turned to the ballroom, watching the dancers start to assemble in the middle of the floor.
         Before he could second-guess his instincts, he held his hand out.
         Miss Grace glanced from his hand, to his eyes, then back, her brows arching in a question.
         “Or was I wrong? Are you not brave enough?” He challenged.
         It wasn’t a second later than her hand was firmly placed on his arm, following him from the alcove into the room.
         As they stood in the frame of the waltz and began to melt into the other swirling dancers, it was only then that Ramsey realized that he had given the London Ton something entirely different to whisper about.
         Himself.



Author Bio


Kristin's inspiration for the romance she writes comes from her tall, dark and handsome husband with killer blue eyes. With five children to chase, she is never at a loss for someone to kiss, something to cook or some mess to clean but she loves every moment of it! Life is full—of blessings and adventure! Needless to say she’s a big fan of coffee and wine…and living in Washington she’s within walking distance of both!


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