Hi, everyone. I’m Samantha Grace, RITA-nominated author of the historical romance series, Rival Rogues. Today I’m very happy to be joined by Benjamin Hillary, the hero of my latest novel, THE BEST OF BOTH ROGUES, and his younger siblings: Jake and
Lana shakes out a sheet of foolscap: Let’s begin without any chitchat. You two always wander off topic and I rarely reach the end of my list of questions.
Ben to Jake: She is no less overbearing than she was when I left for
two years ago.
Jake: She might be even more highhanded these days.
Lana shushes them: I said no chitchat. Here’s the first question. Where is your strangest scar and how did you get it?
Ben exchanges an amused look with his brother: She is more brazen than I remember.
Jake: I suppose marriage to a rake encourages such behavior.
Lana: Reformed rake. Why are we discussing me? This is Ben’s interview. Tell me about your oddest scar.
Jake: If it’s in a sensitive location, do you really want to know?
Lana: Eh...no. On second thought, just tell me how you acquired it.
Jake points to his knee: When I was a boy, I tripped going up the stairs and sliced open my knee.
Ben: Yes, I remember that day.
Lana: A cut on your knee. How is that strange?
Jake: It resembles Sir Isaac Newton.
Lana: No, it doesn’t.
Jake tugs his pants leg over his knee: See for yourself.
Ben tips his head to study his brother’s scar: I can certainly see a resemblance.
Lana leans closer, squinting: Huh. That is remarkable.
Ben: I have a scar on my bicep from a rope burn. I received it on ship during a storm.
Lana: Does it resemble anyone?
Ben: Not that I’ve ever noticed. Why all the interest in scars?
Lana shrugs and her cheeks turn red: No reason.
Jake: Gads! Is this about your husband? Let me guess. He has an old injury he won’t talk about.
Ben chuckles: I thought this interview was about me.
Lana blushes even more and cranes her neck to peek out the window: It looks like it might rain this afternoon.
Ben: I thought you weren’t interested in chitchat.
Lana ignores him: The flowers would benefit from a good rain.
Ben glances toward Jake: It appears she has exhausted her list of questions.
Jake grins: Consider yourself lucky.
Author: Samantha Grace
Series: Rival Rogues, Book 3
Genre: Historical Regency Romance
The worst thing Mr. Benjamin Hillary ever did was abandon his bride-to-be on their wedding day.
The hardest thing he will ever have to do is watch her marry another man.
After two long years abroad, Ben finds Eve every bit as captivating as she was the first time he saw her, and he vows to set things right.
Lady Eve Thorne has a new man in her life, and Ben is nothing but trouble. She is no longer a starry-eyed young woman, and now that he’s back, he can go hang for all she cares. At least that’s what she keeps telling herself…
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Excerpt from THE BEST OF BOTH ROGUES by Samantha Grace
Ben made a slow circle of the brightly lit ballroom, stopping occasionally to study the couples as they sashayed past, their cheeks pink from exertion. After several moments, he was satisfied Lord Wellham wasn’t among the dancers, not that Ben was surprised. If his memory served, the earl favored gambling over gamboling.
Reaching a secluded corner near a dark alcove, he paused to check once more for his quarry before he sought out the card room.
“What are you doing here?” a voice hissed. “You are not on the guest list.”
“Pardon?” Ben spun toward the speaker and came up short. His eyebrows veered toward each other. “How do you know?” he whispered back to the mass of green palm fronds.
“Because I helped make the list.” The plant’s fronds parted, and Eve Thorne’s stern glare greeted him. What the devil was she doing?
Her frown deepened when he simply stared, at a loss for words. “Do you have a death wish, Mr. Hillary?”
The corners of his mouth twitched. “Let me guess, you’ve been attacked by a man-eating plant. Are you in need of rescue, Kitten?”
She growled softly and the fronds snapped back into place. Ben checked the surrounding area to be certain they hadn’t earned any unwanted attention, then peered around the massive greenery. Eve was wedged against the wall, her yellow chiffon skirts crushed against the large pot. Her chest rose and fell in rapid movements, drawing his attention to the modest swell of her breasts peeking above her lacy neckline. A rosy glow infused her ivory skin, making the sprinkling of freckles across her cheeks almost unnoticeable.
God, he had missed her – her freckles, her pouty lips, her soulful brown eyes. He had been smitten from the moment he had spied her at the theater during the little Season, and two years on a faraway continent had done nothing to cool his ardor.
“What are you doing back there, Miss Thorne, and shouldn’t you have a chaperone?”
She crossed her arms as if erecting a wall between them. “God only knows why, but I am trying to save your skin, Benjamin James Arran Hillary.”
Damnation. He had almost forgotten he’d been burdened with so many names, and that she had a habit of invoking every one when she was perturbed. His smile expanded. Despite her pretense of indifference, she was worried for him. “Am I to conclude your skulking about means you still care?”
“I care about Lady Eldridge, and I do not want to see her ball ruined by you and Sebastian coming to fisticuffs. You really must leave before he sees you and demands another meeting on the field.”
Crossing paths with Sebastian Thorne didn’t concern Ben. Her brother’s need to defend her reputation after Ben jilted her had been satisfied three weeks earlier in a duel, and Thorne would not issue a second challenge for fear of losing. Ben suspected neither of them wanted to risk looking like fools again either. Instead of dueling with pistols or swords as any other normal men would do, they had allowed Eve to choose the weapons. She had chosen gloves.
He scowled. “Do you have any idea how ridiculous it looked for two men to engage in a slapping match?” The gents at Brooks’s hadn’t stopped talking about the duel for days, and Ben had endured the brunt of the teasing since he’d followed his youngest brother’s advice and allowed Thorne to win.
Eve’s smile radiated with self-satisfaction. “Since no one died, I would say I made an excellent choice.”
H grudgingly admitted her cleverness had managed to resolve the conflict without bloodshed – or much, anyway. Ben had walked away with a cut on his cheek and a nasty bruise, thanks to her brother filling his glove with pebbles. But bruised pride and a bruised mug were small prices to pay to see Eve’s position in Society restored.
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