Tuesday, June 12, 2012

A Masked Hero needs lessons in Love; Read an Excerpt from Elizabeth Hoyt's Upcoming July Release

Okay, as I've mentioned before, I'm a sucker for a man in a mask. A story with a masked hero is an automatic buy for me, and I've written two books of my own featuring a masked hero.

Well, hold on to your seats as we have another contender for Sexy Masked Hero coming up in July. 

Ms. Hoyt has graciously sent me an excerpt from her latest book, Thief of Shadows, which is to be released next month, in July 2012, and has generously offered one lucky reader here a free copy of the new release. (See details at end of post) Ms. Hoyt is a gracious lady as well as a very talented writer.
For those unacquainted with the series, here is a description of Thief of Shadows:
Winter Makepeace lives a double life. By day he’s the stoic headmaster of a home for foundling children. But the night brings out a darker side of Winter. As the moon rises, so does the Ghost of St. Giles—protector, judge, fugitive. When the Ghost, beaten and wounded, is rescued by a beautiful aristocrat, Winter has no idea that his two worlds are about to collide.
Lady Isabel Beckinhall enjoys nothing more than a challenge. Yet when she’s asked to tutor the Home’s dour manager in the ways of society—flirtation, double entendres, and scandalous liaisons—Isabel can’t help wondering why his eyes seem so familiar—and his lips so tempting.
During the day Isabel and Winter engage in a battle of wills. At night their passions are revealed . . . But when little girls start disappearing from St. Giles, Winter must avenge them. For that he might have to sacrifice everything—the Home, Isabel . . . and his life.

Without further ado, please enjoy this delightful gift from Ms. Hoyt to our readers:

The following is an excerpt from "Thief of Shadows" by Elizabeth Hoyt, and is copyrighted by Ms. Hoyt.
>>Isabel swallowed at Mr. Makepeace’s low words. His voice sent a shiver across her nerves, making her nipples tighten. Had she heard correctly? Had he just confessed to being a virgin? He was unmarried, true, and by his own admission had never had a sweetheart, but still. Many men resorted to prostitutes—and he lived in an area where they abounded.

But one look at Mr. Makepeace’s proud, stern face disabused her of that notion. Somehow she knew: he would never pay for such an intimate act.

Which meant he was a virgin…and he’d just asked for her tutelage. Surely he didn’t mean—

“Your silence is uncharacteristic, my lady,” he said, still in that deep, precise voice that feathered across her senses. “I hope I have not shocked you with my inexperience…in flirting.”

Flirting. Of course. That was what they were discussing. But she hadn’t imagined the gleam in his dark eyes—or the subtle pause before he’d said “flirting.”

Isabel straightened. She was the experienced one here, after all. “I believe we must work on your introduction, then.”

He merely raised one eyebrow.

She cleared her throat. When had she last been this out of sorts? And over a plain, rigid schoolmaster—a man younger than she! “Flirtation is best begun immediately, even before the introduction. Can you show me your bow?”

He stood slowly and, still holding her eyes, bowed shortly.

She frowned. “No. Something more elegant. Shall I demonstrate?”

“No need.” His gaze was ironic.

This time he backed up a step and pretended to doff an imaginary hat, bowing from the waist, his arms outstretched gracefully.

Isabel’s eyes widened. “If you’ve known all along how to give a proper bow, why haven’t you?”

He straightened slowly and shrugged broad shoulders. “A simple nod of the head gives enough deference without such silly flourishes.”

She rolled her eyes. “Well, from now on flourish, please, when in polite company.”

“As you wish,” he said gravely.

“Now.” She had to stop to inhale, for oddly she found herself out of breath. “Now, I would like you to practice kissing the hand of a lady.”

She extended her hand, hoping he wouldn’t notice the faint tremor of her fingers.

He paced toward her, took her hand, and bent over it. For a moment, his bowed head obscured their hands, but she felt the brush—warm and intimate—of his lips on her knuckles.

She gasped. “You’re supposed to kiss the air above the lady’s knuckles.”

He raised his head, still bowed over her hand, the position bringing his face much closer to hers. She could see tiny shards of gold in his brown eyes. “Isn’t this a lesson in flirtation?”

“Yes, but—”

He straightened to his full height. “Then it seems to me that a real kiss is more to the point than a pretend one.”<<<  Thief of Shadows, Copyright Elizabeth Hoyt 2012

Thank you Ms. Hoyt for a teaser from your latest book!

And readers, don't forget to sign up to win a free copy of "Thief of Shadows" a new release that will be available in stores in July this year.  Just leave a comment for Lily here. Winner will be announced June 27th.

1 comment:

Stacey Joy Netzel said...

Okay, I'm definitely throwing my hat in for a copy of this! It sounds wonderful and I love the excerpt. Thanks Lily and Elizabeth!!

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