Showcase Wild Wild Rake by Janna MacGregor St. Martin's Press

Today on the blog I'm showcasing Wild Wild Rake, #6 in the Cavensham Heiresses series by Janna MacGregor a St. Martin's Press new release.
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ISBN-13:
 9781250296016

Publisher: St. Martin's Press


Release Date: 2-25-2020


Length:
 368pp

The Cavensham Heiresses #6

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Overview:

Wild, Wild Rake, the next sweeping, emotional, witty, and sharp romance in the Cavensham Heiresses series from beloved author Janna MacGregor.

Her first marriage was an epic fail.
Lady Avalon Warwyk never did love her husband. Arrogant, selfish, and cruel, it’s a blessing when she’s widowed and left to raise her son all by herself. Finally, Avalon can live freely and do the work she loves: helping fallen women become businesswomen. She’s lived these past ten years with no desire to remarry—that is, until Mr. Devan Farris comes to town.

Can he convince her to take another chance at happily ever after?
Devan Farris—charming vicar, reputed rake, and the brother of Avalon’s son’s guardian—is reluctantly sent to town to keep tabs on Avalon and her son. Devan wishes he didn’t have to meddle in her affairs; he’s not one to trod on a woman’s independent nature and keen sense of convictions. But she’ll have nothing to do with a vicar with a wild reputation—even though he’s never given his heart and body to another. If only he could find a way to show Avalon who he really is on the inside—a good, true soul looking for its other half. But how can prove that he wants to love and care for her. . .until death do they part?

Praise for the Cavensham Heiresses series

“Full-bodied romance…with intelligence and heart.”—New York Times bestselling author Cathy Maxwell

“Sparkling…MacGregor brings England’s Regency era to life.” —Publishers Weekly

Read an excerpt:

A friend loveth for all times, and a brother is born for adversity.

King Solomon

Chapter One

October, ten years laterThe London home of the Earl of Larkton

“Don’t dawdle, Devan.” The Earl of Larkton stood without ceremony and waved his youngest brother inside his massive study. “You’re late, and we’ve matters to discuss. There’s no sense in both of us having the entire day ruined. In order to salvage what we can of the remaining hours of daylight, I suggest you enter so we can finish this as quickly as possible.”

“Always the hospitable host. You haven’t lost your touch at charming your fellow man, Larrrkton.” Devan delivered his most insincere smile, then sauntered into the room as if it were his study and not his eldest brother’s domain.

“Will you quit calling me that?” his brother huffed. “When you mock me, you sound like a chirring grasshopper.”

“What, Larrrkton? Perhaps you’d prefer ‘Lord Larrrkton,’ or perhaps ‘my Lord Larrrkton’?”

“God save me,” Larkton mumbled under his breath.

“Earl of Larrrkton, then.”

“You are the bloodiest aggravating bastard of a brother a man could have.”

Devan counted the seconds. One. Two. Three.

“After all I’ve done for you, this is how you treat me.”

It was like clockwork. Three seconds after the usual “bloodiest aggravating bastard of a brother” comment, the dull but mandatory “how you treat me” always followed.

London at large could set their clocks and time pieces to Devan’s brother’s exclamations.

Mr. Devan Farris, the most dutiful vicar in the whole of London if he did say so himself—wait—in all of Great Britain—made himself at home, then reclined in the well-worn leather chair in front of the desk belonging to his brother, Gavin Farris, the Earl of Larkton.

“This is for you,” Gavin said as he handed a leaded crystal glass to Devan.

He took a sip of the excellent brandy, then sighed his contentment. “Where are the others?”

“Your brothers, Hearne and Niall, have taken Elizabeth out shopping.” Larkton eased himself into his desk chair and surveyed Devan from head to foot. “Your sister wanted you to take her. She says she enjoys your company when you escort her. Apparently, she likes your tastes in gowns.”

“High praise from Elizabeth,” Devan acknowledged. “I have a much better sense of fashion than anyone else in the family.” Too bad that all his talent was wasted since he was a member of the clergy, and they were expected to wear black.

“Spare me,” his brother muttered. “I’ve news for you.”

Devan took another sip, knowing that Larkton waited for him to show a least a hint of interest, but Devan wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that his curiosity was piqued.

Larkton drummed his fingers on the desk, then picked up his brandy and downed the rest of it. His face twisted into a scowl that no doubt resulted from the liquid burning his throat. “I’ve a new assignment for you.”

“New assignment?” That made Devan sit up and take notice. “Why?”

Larkton opened up the top desk drawer, then threw a copy of The Midnight Cryer to the edge of his desk. “Read it.”

Copyright © 2020 by Janna MacGregor.

The Series

About the author:

Janna MacGregor was born and raised in the bootheel of Missouri. She is the author of the Cavensham Heiresses series, which begins with The Bad Luck Bride. Janna credits her darling mom for introducing her to the happily-ever-after world of romance novels. Janna writes stories where compelling and powerful heroines meet and fall in love with their equally matched heroes. She is the mother of triplets and lives in Kansas City with her very own dashing rogue, and two smug, but not surprisingly, perfect pugs.