Monday, February 2, 2015

Aloha to Shana Galen and EARLS JUST WANT TO HAVE FUN

His heart may be the last thing she ever steals...

Marlowe is a pickpocket, a housebreaker-and a better actress than any professional on the stage. She runs with the Covent Garden Cubs, a gang of thieves living in the slums of London's Seven Dials. It's a fierce life, and Marlowe has a hard outer shell. But when she's alone, she allows herself to think of a time before-a dimly remembered life when she was called Elizabeth.

Maxwell, Lord Dane, is intrigued when his brother, a hired investigator, ropes him into his investigation of the fiercely beautiful hellion. He teaches her to navigate the social morass of the ton, but Marlowe will not escape so easily. Instead, Dane is drawn into her dangerous world, where the student becomes the teacher and love is the greatest risk of all.

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Shana Galen is the bestselling author of passionate Regency romps, including the RT Reviewers' Choice The Making of a Gentleman. Kirkus says of her books, "The road to happily-ever-after is intense, conflicted, suspenseful and fun," and RT Bookreviews calls her books " lighthearted yet poignant, humorous yet touching." She taught English at the middle and high school level off and on for eleven years. Most of those years were spent working in Houston's inner city. Now she writes full time. She's happily married and has a daughter who is most definitely a romance heroine in the making. Shana loves to hear from readers, so send her an email or see what she's up to daily on Facebook and Twitter.
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Sourcebooks is hosting a giveaway at this link ...

... and offers an excerpt from EARLS JUST WANT OT HAVE FUN:

“While I do not usually object to a woman in this position,” Dane said quietly, “I must confess something about the dagger between your lips is less than romantic.”

Marlowe reached for the dagger, but he was faster, grasping her hands and pinning them at her side. She lost her balance and settled on top of him, and he pushed her down so that she would fall forward if she tried to swing her legs out from under her.

“What, exactly, are you doing?”

She couldn’t answer, not with the dagger in her mouth, and she shook her head, shaking her arms to indicate she wanted to be freed from his hold.

“What’s the matter? Can’t speak with a knife between your lips? Hazard of your profession, I assume.” He began to rise, sliding her along his body, as he did so. Even beneath the layers of bedclothes, she could feel the strength and power of him. His hands, remarkably strong, held hers at her sides. Nothing she did would free them. He was far too strong. It was times like this she hated being a woman. Gideon would have freed himself easily. He was also tall enough that he wouldn’t have needed to climb onto the bed.

When the swell was sitting, with Marlowe conveniently in his lap, he leaned forward so his face was inches from hers. “Drop the knife.”

She wanted to tell him it was a dagger, a subtle but important distinction, but she couldn’t speak and hold on to her weapon. And she couldn’t think very well with her body pressed against his. Something about their positions made her skin tingle and her belly flutter. She should want to pull away. Instead, she fought the urge to push closer, to rock against him. What the bloody hell was wrong with her?

“Drop the knife or I’ll take it.”

She laughed. Just let him try.

“Very well.”

To her surprise, he leaned closer, his lips moving so near to hers she could smell his breath. Like the rest of him, it smelled clean. She was so intent upon smelling his breath, so intent upon the heat of his body pulsing against hers, she forgot to move her head back, and she jolted in shock when his lips touched hers. What was he doing? Kissing her?

But then his teeth flashed and closed on the dagger’s blade, and she reacted too slowly. He yanked it from her mouth, and she had no choice but to let it go or risk the blade cutting the corners of her sensitive flesh.

“Bastard!” she yelled. He released her hands then, allowing the dagger to drop into one of his. She swung at him, and her fist collided with a satisfying thunk against his cheek. But her satisfaction was short-lived as he recovered easily and flipped her over. Suddenly, she was beneath him on the bed, and all the warmth from the bedclothes and his body were covering her. She bucked immediately, trying to throw him off, but he was solid and heavy, and when his hands grasped her wrists and pinned them to the pillow, she knew she was trapped.

A print of Old Covent Garden Market
George the Elder Scharf (1825)
Public Domain (link)


  1. I love Shana's books, and I'm dying to read this. Now, I have to find a way to try and access Rafflecopter so as I can enter it. For some reason, Rafflecopter won't load for me through Mozilla Firefox.

    1. I sometimes have trouble with Firefox and Rafflecopter too. Thanks for trying, Diane and good luck!

    2. I managed to access Rafflecopter through Internet Explorer. Thank you for your good wishes, Shana.

  2. Thank you for hosting me today!

  3. Intriguing excerpt. Caught my interest.

  4. I've enjoyed everything that I've read by her - looking forward to her newest!

  5. Oh and the share button doesn't seem to be giving points but this isn't the first contest that hasn't. Must be a glitch.

  6. Oh these books of hers! So much to love~

  7. oooo! Love this excerpt! It's no wonder Shana is one of my favorite authors!

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    1. Thanks, Denise, and thank you for stopping by.

  9. Hi, Shana! I love your books, and from the excerpt above, it looks like you have another winner. As catslady said, the share button doesn't give you points.

    1. Cathy, thank you, and I'll let my publisher know.

  10. The Share button is disabled, but you can still enter through Facebook and twitter. That's the word from the publisher.

  11. Oh Shana, what fun HR read have you concocted now? �� thanks for sharing her new book Kim! I have to go find it now!!