Woo’d in Haste- Releasing May 13th, 2014
Miss Bianca Mansfield is ready for her debut. If only her older sister didn’t insist on marrying first. She’s doomed to wait to find love. Until she meets … him. For Lucian Dorlingsley, Viscount Asquith, recently returned from an extended tour abroad, it is love at first sight. He’s determined to meet Bianca, even if it means masquerading as a tutor to her young half-brother. Soon Bianca is torn between love and duty and about to make a desperate decision. Can Lucian calm her fury over his betrayal when he reveals that he’s not nearly as improper a match as he seems? And will they ever be able to find a match for her older sister to turn this masquerade into wedded bliss?
Wed at Leisure- Releasing May 27th, 2014
The stunning follow-up to Darby’s Woo’d in Haste.
In all of Sussex—scratch that—in all of England, there is no one prettier than Kate Mansfield, and Peter Colburn, heir to the Duke of Orland, has known that since the age of 15. But since her vivacious nature comes with a temper to match, Peter has always masked his hunger for her behind ruthless teasing. As far as Kate is concerned, there is no one as annoying or as incredibly handsome as Peter. So when he surprises her with a sudden and romantic courtship, Kate is sure this must be his idea of a sick joke.
After all, he’s the one man who knows how flawed she really is. And the only man to whom she has ever been so attracted. It’s only after she rejects him that she realizes he might actually have been serious. And she just might be regretting her hasty decision. As Kate’s determination wars with her traitorous heart, it may be too late. Now she’s putting everything, including her reputation, on the line to give this accidental tragedy a happy ending.
EXCERPT FOR WOO’D IN HASTE
As she took a bite of her jam-covered biscuit, she noticed Mr. Dore staring at her.
“What is it? Why do you stare?” Bianca touched her lips lightly, searching for crumbs or some smear of jam she had missed.
He flushed. He looked around and she followed his gaze to where Thomas was crouched down several yards away staring at some crawling thing in the grass.
“It is just . . .” He sounded choked. “Your eyes.”
She blinked. “My eyes?”
“I do apologize. I shouldn’t . . . ”
Heat filled her own cheeks and a tingling of awareness scattered over her skin. He was not suggesting there was anything amiss with her at all.
No. This was admiration. The way Mr. Darcy had complimented Elizabeth Bennet’s fine eyes.
This was admiration for Bianca’s eyes.
Shock warred with embarrassment. She swallowed it all down. Forced a small smile. “What about my eyes, Mr. Dore? Do you find them entrancing? They are blue.”
Perhaps she had not yet officially been out in society, but that did not mean she had not carefully observed human behavior in Watersham for the past nineteen years.
It was strangely fun to tease him. He had been so effusive a conversationalist only minutes ago when he had commented on her appearance, bordering dangerously on flirtation. But Luc was no cliché of the dancing teacher, sweeping in with his dashing ways to ruin the daughters of the house. Instead, he seemed at this moment painfully shy.
And yet, he was supposed to be quite worldly. Had traveled the Continent as companion to some rich nobleman. Had perfected his French, Greek, Italian, and German. Had seen all the great art, had experiences Bianca didn’t even know enough of to imagine.
And yet . . . shy?
She reached for the bread in the basket to have something to do with her hands. Found his hand an inch away. And then . . . the tips of his fingers touched hers. Her gaze flew to his.
“They are not just blue,” he said, his voice low and fluid, no trace of the nervous beau at all. And his fingers rested over hers, warming her from the outside in, even as his voice did. “They are the blue of the sky on a clear, sunny day. The blue of a morning of possibility, of joy. Not just blue.”
His gaze was so intent that she had to look away. Now she was the one with a blush surely staining her cheeks. They felt hot enough. And his fingers were not just resting over hers. They were caressing.
All of a sudden he was dangerous. She shouldn’t be alone with him, not that they were alone with Thomas nearby, but nonetheless it was entirely improper.
Sabrina Darby has been reading romance since the age of seven and learned her best vocabulary (dulcet, diaphanous, and turgid) from them. Her debut book with Avon Red, On These Silken Sheets, was a Favourite Erotic Romance finalist in the Australian Romance Readers Awards and a Best First Book finalist in the National Readers’ Choice Awards. Her new Regency novella, The Short and Fascinating Tale of Angelina Whitcombe, released July 31st from Avon Impulse and her first contemporary romance, Entry-Level Mistress, released February 2013.
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