Posts Tagged ‘clean author’

Phoebe is an annoyance and when they are together, physical injuries for one or the other occurs.

Wednesday, July 19th, 2017
“Lucas, you must return
home.”
 
Twenty two year old Lucas Bywood abandons his Grand Tour in
response to those words from his father. Everything is not well at home and he
finds himself in a bit of a fix. A little warning that his father had made
tentative arrangements for his marriage would have been nice but Luke really
wishes it had been anyone other than the young lady chosen. After all, Phoebe
Ramsey had always been an annoyance and any time they had spent together had
resulted in physical injuries for one of them. 
Just when Luke thinks he’s escaped that particular future, he
finds himself courting a young woman he doesn’t want, a furious best friend who
wants a duel to satisfy honor, and the responsibility of finding who and why someone had caused an accident for his mother. 

 

 

~ Amazon ~ Goodreads ~ Amazon UK ~ 
~ Amazon Canada ~ Amazon Australia ~

 

 

For as long as she can remember, Bethany Swafford has loved reading books. That love of words extended to writing as she grew older and when it became more difficult to find a ‘clean’ book, she determined
to write her own. Among her favorite authors is Jane Austen, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, and Georgette Heyer.
When she doesn’t have pen to paper (or fingertips to laptop keyboard), she can generally be found with a book in hand. In her spare time, Bethany reviews books for a book site called More Than A Review.
Connect with the Author here: 

~ Facebook ~ Goodreads ~ Instagram ~

Satisfied there was nothing untoward in my appearance, I made my way down to the drawing room, where my family always gathered before a meal. I passed a maid carrying a covered tray, Mama’s meal. I pursed my lips, not liking the thought of my mother eating alone night after night.

I could hear my family, Philippa above all the others, long before I reached the doorway. When I pushed the door open, she was in the middle of demonstrating some bit of silliness she had done earlier in the day. Stooped over in a ridiculous position, she glanced over and her face brightened with a broad smile.

“Luke!” she exclaimed as she straightened herself. “You look so grown up!”

“You are generous, Philly,” I said with a wry smile. I faced the rest of the group. Father was sitting by the fireplace with my older brother, George, standing at his shoulder. “Father, George. I hope I haven’t kept you waiting.”

I’d arrived downstairs several minutes early, so I was surprised when Father said, “I’m not the one to whom you should apologize, Lucas.”

Turning, I took a moment to study the seated woman. Her appearance was nothing like the kind of lady I’d believed my brother would choose as his wife, though she was pretty by any person’s standards. Her hair was blonde and curled around her face. Her figure was admirable, but it was the expression on her face that sent chills down my spine: one of judgment and disdain.

“You must be my new sister. I am delighted to meet you, ma’am. Welcome to the family.”

She shifted her blue-eyed gaze to my brother, refusing to acknowledge my greeting. “Rosamund, may I present to you my younger brother, Lucas,” George introduced formally. “Lucas, this is my wife, Rosamund.”

“So, the rapscallion brother finally decided to do his duty,” Rosamund said, returning her gaze to me. “Mister Lucas Bywood, I wish I could say it is a pleasure, but your reputation precedes you.”

Surprised by this greeting, I tried not to allow her words to annoy me. She could only have heard me described as a scapegrace from my family, but surely it was only said in a jocular manner! I may have chosen my own course in life, but I was by no means the disgrace to the Bywood family as she was implying.

“My dear sister Rosamund —I may call you Rosamund, may I not?” I stepped forward, caught her hand, and brought it up to my lips. The shocked expression on her face almost made me burst out laughing, but I controlled my features. “I have no doubt you will ensure my brother lives with absolute propriety.”

“What do you mean by that?” George demanded, bristling as he stepped closer.

Rosamund pulled her hand free of my grip. “Nothing at all, George,” I said, taking a step back. I glanced around the room and commented, “How quiet it is without Mama, Jane, Celia, and Jo here.

”My three older sisters had married before I had left for my Grand Tour, so I should have been accustomed to the reduced number of our family for dinner. Perhaps it was the lack of Mama that made me feel the change. The room just felt darker than I remembered it ever being.

“Isn’t that the nature of families, Master Lucas?” Rosamund asked primly. Her referring to me as “Master Lucas” made my lips twitch. Only servants called me that, and I doubted she would appreciate the comparison. And why was she referring to me as if I were a child? “Children grow up and make their own homes. You will, quite soon I am told, make a new start with your own bride.”

“Soon, you say? I’m afraid you have been misinformed, Rosamund. I have no intentions of settling down anytime in the near future.” I was amused by the notion until I saw my father’s face. And George’s face. And Philippa’s face? When it seemed no one else was amused, I stopped laughing. “Have I missed something?”

“You are engaged to Phoebe Ramsey, are you not? George told me you were.”

 

 

To view our blog schedule and follow along with this tour visit our Official Event page 

 

a Rafflecopter giveaway



Hosted by: