Promo for Storm (The Deverells #2) by Jayne Fresina
Storm
The Deverells Book 2
by Jayne Fresina
Genre: Historical Romance
He's nice.
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p; He's the eldest son of Victorian England's most notorious rogue, but Storm Deverell
just wants to keep life simple. Unlike the other members of his wild tribe, he steers
clear of scandal and leads an honest, hard-working existence on a Cornish
farm.
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p; Of course, it hasn't always been that way. In the days of youthful rebellion, that hot
Deverell temper earned Storm a bad reputation. But now he keeps his anger tamed so
well nobody would ever know it's still there.
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p; All things considered, Storm has everything he wants, whenever he wants it, in his
uncomplicated world. And even if life is a little quiet sometimes, at least it's
predictable.
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p; Until a strange woman arrives to shatter his unchallenged bachelor
tranquility.
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p; Stubborn, proudly independent and apparently immune to his infamous charm,
Katherine Kelly is a disruption, a sharp-tongued, haughty madam, and the last thing
he needs moving in as his neighbor.
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p; One touch of her smooth hands tells him she knows nothing about managing a
farm. One glance at her rose-embroidered stockings warns him she'll cause a
commotion.
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p; Good thing he's not looking for trouble these days.
She's naughty.
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p; Escaping a seedy, gas-lit world of deception and villainy with a spinet full of stolen
banknotes and snuff boxes, Kate is seeking a new beginning and a better future for her
son. She's come a long way to find sanctuary and fresh air, so that frustratingly calm,
self-satisfied, straight-talking farmer in the next valley will not spoil it for her. Clearly
he's ruled the roost around here far too long, a local legend in his own mind. So what
if Deverell believes a woman can't survive without a man? Surviving is something this
single mother knows how to do.
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p; One touch of his rough hands tells her he's dangerous. One glance into his blue eyes
warns her he'll be a distraction.
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p; Good thing she's not looking for trouble these days.
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p; But these two headstrong, accidental neighbors will soon learn that trouble can find
them without being sought. Because what's "nice" can also be naughty, and what's
naughty.... is usually a Deverell.
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Olivia Monday, an impoverished widow, has taken a position as "secretary" to an eccentric, scandalous rake - a divorced man with a brood of eight children and at least two gun-shot wounds. For one year, against the advice of her remaining family members, she agrees to live in his remote Cornish castle and put pen to paper on his behalf.
Despite everything she's heard about him, she's unafraid. Olivia welcomes the distraction this unusual post will provide— as well as the large fee— because the alternative of relying on relatives to put a roof over her head is intolerable.
True Deverell has decided it's time to set the record straight. He means to dictate his memoirs to this little widow who, according to the instructions he sent to his solicitor, should merely be plain and have a neat hand. Those are his only requirements. He doesn't want any distractions, has endured his fill of scandal and intends now to leave the "True Story" on paper so that perhaps, one day, people will forgive his mistakes.
But when Mrs. Olivia Monday arrives on his doorstep in her leaky boots and crumpled bonnet, True realizes that perhaps his story isn't over yet.
Olivia Monday, an impoverished widow, has taken a position as "secretary" to an eccentric, scandalous rake - a divorced man with a brood of eight children and at least two gun-shot wounds. For one year, against the advice of her remaining family members, she agrees to live in his remote Cornish castle and put pen to paper on his behalf.
Despite everything she's heard about him, she's unafraid. Olivia welcomes the distraction this unusual post will provide— as well as the large fee— because the alternative of relying on relatives to put a roof over her head is intolerable.
True Deverell has decided it's time to set the record straight. He means to dictate his memoirs to this little widow who, according to the instructions he sent to his solicitor, should merely be plain and have a neat hand. Those are his only requirements. He doesn't want any distractions, has endured his fill of scandal and intends now to leave the "True Story" on paper so that perhaps, one day, people will forgive his mistakes.
But when Mrs. Olivia Monday arrives on his doorstep in her leaky boots and crumpled bonnet, True realizes that perhaps his story isn't over yet.
Jayne Fresina’s epitaph will probably include the
words, “should have known better.” She shuffles around the house in worn-out woolly
socks, doesn’t own a solitary t-shirt that isn’t stained, talks to herself, sings Amy
Winehouse in the shower, has a morbid fear of sewing machines and ironing boards,
drinks too much coffee, would work for coconut cake, and spends five hours a day
writing to maintain a relative degree of sanity.
As a child, her desire to entertain manifested itself in
weekly performances from a cupboard in her bedroom. The repertoire was extensive
and varied, including a one-woman version of “Jaws”, complete with a musical
interlude for ice-cream. Sadly her audience of stuffed animals, dolls and bored sisters
was mostly unimpressed and only mildly attentive.
The entertainment she provides for her family is now
sadly limited to occasional webcam shenanigans, since they are all far apart. Her
sisters remain unimpressed by her writing career and only approve of her wicked
stories when they can be assured the heroine is based upon them. They wait patiently
for a story in which everyone keeps their clothes on. Mostly they claim to have no
clue where she gets her ideas.
She really doesn’t know
either.
Author Media Links:
Twitter - @jaynefresina
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