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Today I’m on the ‘The Vicomte’s Prize’ blogtour, organised by Psst… Promotions & Let’s Talk Promos.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.
About the Author :
Canadian author Patricia Bates writes dark and edgy historical and contemporary suspense romances. Because to bleed is to survive, but it’s by loving that we truly live.
She has two Best Sellers under her belt for Champagne Book Group and Beachwalk Press.
Title: The Vicomte’s Prize
Publisher: Champagne Book Group (August 30, 2021)
Releases on: August 30, 2021
Genre: Historical Romance
When his younger brother is summoned to Versailles, Vicomte Frederique de la Tour decides to intervene and takes his place. King Louis’s XV court is stunned when instead of a lad, the legendary spy, known to his underworld associates only as The Wolf arrives.
Lady in Waiting Hélène d’Ètoilles’ life has been serene: Serve Her Majesty the Queen of France with grace and obedience. Now her life and her sense of self are in turmoil when she discovers she’s been gifted to a nobleman for his family’s loyalty and years of service. No longer a lady in waiting to the Queen of France, she’s thrown into a world of subterfuge and passion, of lust and power.
The heels of his Hessian boots thudded against dusty floorboards as he made his way through the gloom. He pushed a door open with a flattened hand, wincing at the faint whine of a dry hinge. A flash of light and a single candle flared to life to force the shadows back. Cobwebs and dust covered every surface. A rickety table leaned heavily against the far wall, one leg broken off. Several chairs in disrepair were tossed about the room, a thick layer of dirt on the simple wooden frames.
Impatience nipped at his body as he stomped to the window to stare out the shattered, filthy glass. A pale harvest moon hung low in the sky, casting its eerie glow about like a fine cloak. His horse stood in the yard below, flicking its tail, as impatient to be gone as its master.
Hours late, the youth he was to meet had yet to make an appearance. “If it weren’t for the importance of the documents I seek, I’d abandon him to his fate,” he muttered as he raked a hand through his short dark hair.
Hurried footsteps along the stone walkway pulled him from the window and he turned. The crooked door swung inward to reveal the slim, simply dressed youth he’d been waiting for. “You’re late.”
“Beggin’ your pardon, milord. The baron did not retire as he is wont to do. He’s entertaining a pretty young lady this evening and I could not slip away.”
“I care not for excuses, boy, did you bring what I requested?”
“Indeed, sir. As you demanded, Monsieur Wolf.” His Adam’s apple bobbed with the force of his swallow as the boy dug into his shirt and pulled out a brown document. The boy held it out with a hand that trembled so; the parchment appeared to be waving.
The pale light revealed a dark wax seal upon the page, and he smiled with satisfaction as he traced a finger over it and recognized the familiar crest imprinted in the wax. Without taking his eyes from the parchment, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black leather pouch. “As promised, your livres. Your assistance is a great benefit to our king. I’ll send word if I need anything else. As per our usual agreement, turn the grey out into the southern pasture if the traitor receives another audience with our enemy.
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