Monday, February 1, 2016

*** Review and Giveaway For How to Capture a Duke (Matchmaking for Wallflowers Book 1) By Bianca Blythe ***

Book Title: How to Capture a Duke
Author: Bianca Blythe
Series: Matchmaking for Wallflowers (Book #1)
Genre: Regency Historical Romance
Length: 75,000 words
Release Date: Jan 28, 2016

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You know I have reviewed many books, so when i say Bianca
 Blythe is a must read new Author. She writes a truly amazing 
book and I can not wait for her next book. This book was well
 written, funny, sexy and down right intriguing to read. I love
 the fact that our heroine Fiona is more intrigued by the 
archaeology than  balls. And when she find a tree in the road,
 she tries to keep the coach from cashing due to a tragic 
event in her past. She just has to save them so they do not 
suffer the same fate. But the coach driver is so freakin ready 
for a fight he thinks she is a Highway-woman. And when she
 can't get him to see reason she just goes with it. that is 
when the Scarlet Demon is born. But boneset to her the 
passenger is a Duke, but he may be the answer to all her
 problems. Then their is our hero Percival, who even though
 captured ends up going along with Fiona's crazy plan, and 
not just falling for her beauty but her character as well. But 
when it all comes crashing down around them. Now they 
have a choice to make. But will it be in time before Fiona 
leaves the country and will forever be out of Percival reach.
  Now before I ruin this for you I will leave off here.  I hope 
you enjoy this book as much as I did. If you do like this book,
 please consider leaving a review. The Authors really like it 
when you do, they value your opinions too.

All she had to do was find a fiancé.
In four days. In the middle of nowhere.
One reclusive bluestocking...

Fiona Amberly is more intrigued by the Roman ruins near her 

manor house than she is by balls. When her dying Grandmother 
worries about Fiona's future, Fiona stammers that she's secretly 
engaged. Soon she finds herself promising that she will introduce 
her husband-to-be by Christmas.

One dutiful duke...
Percival Carmichael, new Duke of Alfriston, is in a hurry. He's off 

to propose to London's most eligible debutante. After nearly dying 
at Waterloo, he's vowed to spend the rest of his life living up to the 
ton's expectations.

One fallen tree...

When Fiona tries to warn a passing coach about a tree in the road, 

the driver mistakes her for a highwaywoman. Evidently he's not 
used to seeing women attired in clothes only suitable for 
archaeology waving knives. After the driver flees, Fiona decides
 she may as well borrow the handsome passenger...

Expected Published February 2016 

Expected publication: April 2016

“But maybe your husband here is just not the kissing type,” Mr. Potter mused. “Rather a waste of a wife if you ask me.”

“I’m not asking you,” Fiona said.

Mr. Potter stepped toward her, and his dark eyes flickered. “Perhaps you should. I guess a man without a leg can’t be expected to know what to do with a woman.”

In the next moment a strong hand gripped her, and she found herself staring straight into Percival’s blue eyes. Her heartbeat quickened.

“My wife is completely content,” Percival said.

“Y-yes,” she squeaked.

Percival pulled her toward him, and Fiona’s world shifted. Broad shoulders filled her vision, and her hands itched to touch chestnut hair and high cheekbones.

His gaze was serious, and his hands tightened around her waist. The light played in his hair, revealing honey-colored strands mixed with the chestnut. For a mad moment, Fiona contemplated what it might feel like to slide his wavy locks between her fingers, and if they would feel as silky as they appeared. A dark shadow covered his cheeks and chin, and she pondered whether the texture would feel rough against her cheek, were he indeed to kiss her.

Cheers and clapping sounded in her ears, but they seemed as distant and irrelevant as the sound of owls hooting outside.

The world comprised of two things: Percival and her. And right now that world was changing as Percival’s hand stroked her back and his lips moved toward her.

Her heart hammered.

She’d never been kissed before, not even as a debutante. Kisses were things girls with glossier hair and freckle-free complexions whispered about. They didn’t apply to Fiona.

Except everything was changing, and warm lips pressed against her, sending a jolt of heat tumbling through every nerve, every inch, every part of her very soul.

For a brief, blissful second his tongue touched hers, and warmth cascaded through her.

And then he stepped away, and everything should have been normal, but she was sure it never could be again.

“I guess he’s the kissing type,” Mr. Potter muttered forlornly.

“Show us to the room,” Percival told the barmaid.

Percival tilted his head at her, and his gaze assessed her. Her heartbeat seemed to compete with the sound of her steps pressing against the creaking floorboards as they followed the barmaid upstairs.

Goodness, if anyone found out. She would be ruined. Utterly ruined. Unmarried women weren’t supposed to spend nights with any men, but spending the night with a man she’d just met would produce bafflement in addition to outrage.

And Percival and she had kissed, right there, before nearly two-dozen witnesses, as if she were one of the brightly dressed women who wore copious amounts of rouge and lacked sufficient material to cover their ample bosoms.

Except even those women hadn’t been kissing anyone in public.

~*~*~ Bianca Blythe ~*~*~

Born in Texas, Wellesley graduate Bianca Blythe 

spent four years in England. She worked in a 

fifteenth century castle, though sadly that didn't 

actually involve spotting dukes and earls strutting 

about in Hessians. 
She credits British weather for forcing her into a 

library, where she discovered her first Julia Quinn 

novel. Thank goodness for blustery downpours.
Bianca now lives in Massachusetts with her boyfriend,

 though she will admit to craving warm scones and 

clotted cream. She's not certain she can admit to 

reading about handsome, roguish dukes, at least in 

a location where her boyfriend might stumble 

upon the fact.
But if any readers are stumbling upon this, rest 

assured that she does write about rather swoon 

worthy heroes :-)

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