BARED TO THE VISCOUNT is here!!

SMALLER edited_LaraArcher_BaredToTheViscount_2500px copyMy debut book is OUT!!! You can find it at Amazon.

I’m so glad John and Mary’s story is finally getting into readers’ hands!

 What’s it about?

Poor, plain spinster Mary Wilkins has no business falling in love with Viscount Parkhurst. They may have been best friends in childhood, but he’s the wealthy, powerful lord of the manor now, and everybody knows he’s bound to marry a beautiful local heiress. Mary tries to resign herself to a life of hopeless yearning, but when she and the viscount find themselves entangled in a stand of wild blackberry vines, unexpected passions flare.

The viscount can’t seem to keep his hands off her. But is he planning to make her his wife—or only his secret mistress?

Here’s a quick excerpt to whet your appetite. Mary is decorating the May Pole, trying to ignore John. John’s trying to ignore his presumed fiancée, the famously beautiful Miss Lawton, and realizing that poor, plain little Mary has something the Society Beauty just doesn’t have:

He couldn’t see her face now as she stood on the ladder, only the side of her head with its tight-coiled hair, and the length of her very serviceable brown frock. Funny how dull she could appear if you didn’t look beyond that illusion, if you never really looked into her eyes.

Miss Lawton, in contrast, was all vivid color and glow. The blonde curls, the blue eyes, the radiant rosy skin, the prettily sprigged muslin of her dress with its thousands of tiny pink and green flowers, and a glossy bright green ribbon in a bow just under her very full breasts.

By rights, Miss Lawton should be the object of his sexual fantasies. He should be thinking about lifting her skirts, looking his fill at her round tits, burying his mouth and nose between her soft thighs. She was the sort of plump, silken, scented, pliant creature most men wished to spend their lusts upon.

But his thoughts were much more powerfully drawn to the drab-looking young lady on the ladder. That pale little mouth and those small firm breasts and that spine stiffened by a rather prickly, stubborn sense of pride provoked him so much more intensely than Annabel Lawton ever could.

He’d let himself forget what Mary was over the years he was away from home; he’d let himself be fooled by his old friend’s surface plainness. But once they’d gone up that hill and gotten tangled in the blackberries, he’d caught sight once more of the bright flame that burned just beneath the surface.

Lord, his cock twitched just thinking of her.

Just watching her lean into that tall tree trunk.

If he moved just a bit closer to her, got just below her on the ladder, he could probably see up her skirts, at least to her ankles, perhaps a bit of her calves. She might ignore him now, but if he climbed up the ladder behind her, slid his hand up behind her knee, stroked his way up towards her thigh, he felt quite sure he could get her full attention.

His blood started beating hot again as he thought about it. If no one else were here, if no one could see them, what might he be able to do with her on that ladder? The possibilities were intriguing—if she faced the other direction, sat down on one of the steps, he could hoist her skirts and get his mouth on her in a way that would have her shouting with pleasure within a minute. And then he might turn her the other way again, climb a few steps higher, hold on the sides of the ladder to steady himself, and bury himself inside her from behind and….

He startled. Miss Lawton had tapped him on the forearm again.

“When you dance about the May Pole, my lord,” said Miss Lawton, “you must hold a blue ribbon, and you must wear that waistcoat of yours with the blue stripe through the white cloth. The two blues are very like, are they not? You shall look quite sprightly. I daresay no man in the county shall look more like a proper celebrant of the spring!”

“I daresay,” he replied dryly. “Of course, you are quite wise in such matters, Miss Lawton.” He tried to smile, though his head was beginning to hurt. If he did as Mary insisted and married Annabel Lawton, conversations this inane would be his doom every remaining day of his life.

Surely he’d spent enough time mollifying the ego of Miss Lawton. He stepped up beside the ladder, his heart pounding as though he were the most callow of swains. “Are you quite all right up there, Miss Wilkins?” he asked, lifting his armful of ribbons in a helpful sort of gesture. “Perhaps I could assist you?”

Mary speared another ribbon through the ring. “Thank you, no, Lord Parkhurst. I am managing quite nicely.”

 Find out what happens on Amazon!!

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14 responses to “BARED TO THE VISCOUNT is here!!

  1. And the winners of e-book copies of BARED TO THE VISCOUNT are Tammy Faris, Kathy O, and Tina B! Look for emails for me.

    Thanks for being here with me today!!

  2. Congrats on the new release, Lara!! 😀
    Loved the excerpt! I wouldn’t want to listen to Miss Lawton drone on and on either. Lol.
    I am looking forward to reading about his adventures with Mary.

    • Thanks so much, Tina!! As the series goes on, more will be revealed about Miss Lawton. She’s not entirely what she seems…

  3. Story sounds really good! I sure hope he makes her his wife 🙂 I love childhood friends turning into passionate lovers stories ❤ Congrats on your release! Cheers!

    • Oh, I love childhood friends to lovers, too, Jennifer! Especially when they have to learn to see a whole different side of the person they once knew. Don’t worry, they’re headed for a VERY happy ending!

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