IT’S BEEN A WHILE!

June 24th, 2013

It sure has been a while since I posted here. I do keep people up to date on facebook, of course.
I am about to dive in to the final rewrites on my final Husband Hunter book, before I send it off
to my lovely editor at Avon. It feels a little bit sad to be finishing, but good too. At least all
of the girls will have their HEA.

Oh, and I’ll be blogging on Booktopia in Australia next month, but more on that later.

Happy Reading everyone 🙂

NIGHT OWL REVIEW

May 6th, 2013

A nice review from Danya at Night Owl!

Here is the link

http://www.nightowlreviews.com/v5/Reviews/Danya-reviews-Sin-With-A-Scoundrel-by-Sara-Bennett

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LIZZIE MY LOVE

April 21st, 2013

Don’t forget Lizzie My Love, another of my older books now republished as an ebook. This is an Australian story set in the early days of Sydney and New South Wales, about a young girl who travels from England with her sister to start a new life. But Lizzie finds a great deal more than she bargained for when she meets Zek, a wealthy landowner who employs her to run his household.
Lizzie My Love

MY LADY IMPOSTER

April 8th, 2013

My Lady Imposter, one of my very early books written under the name Deborah Miles, has a new cover!
Very nice, I think. What do you think?
This is a Medieval book about a young girl who must learn to play the part of an aristocrat.
Abit of My Fair Lady perhaps?
New Lady Imposter

AVERIL TELLS HER STORY

January 25th, 2013

I’m on the final book in the Husband Hunters Club series, Averil’s story.
I should be able to post the first chapter soon, so keep an eye out.
The hero is Rufus, Earl of Southbrook, and he has a scar. What is it about
a man with a scar?

RECIPE ON AVONROMANCE

December 9th, 2012

I’ve posted a recipe on www.avonromance.com

This is Richard Eversham’s recipe for White Chocolate and Cranberry Cheesecake, but he has some help from his friends, lol.

Writing it out was a little tricky, as Australia is metric and the US still has ounces, so I went for cups where I could.

Let me know what you think.

New Japanese translation

November 29th, 2012

Led Astray By A Rake Japanese style

Sara has some Blogs for you!

November 28th, 2012

I have recently posted some interviews and blogs you can take a look at. The first one was back in October (I know, sorry, not enough hours in the days!) at Booktopia, an online bookstore in Australia. The interview was by Kate Cuthbert, who started the Australian Romance Readers Association. You can see it at

Booktopia

An up coming blog is at Romance Junkies on December 1

Romance Junkies

Also up now, an interview with Romance Crush Junkies. There are giveaways!

Romance Crush Junkies

AND DON’T FORGET MY CONTEST IN THE POST BELOW. STILL ONE MONTH TO RUN!!

NEW CONTEST!!

September 30th, 2012

Sin With A Scoundrel (Tina’s Story) will be in the shops at the end of next month (publish date 30th October 2012) and to celebrate I am giving away the previous three books in the Husband Hunters Club series.

 

Led Astray By A Rake – Olivia’s story

 

 

A Most Sinful Proposal – Marissa’s story

 

 

To Pleasure A Duke – Eugenia’s story

 

 

If you want to win then you will have to read Chapter One in the post below and tell me the name of Richard Eversham’s man servant/friend. Not so hard, huh?

 

Every one who enters has a chance to win the previous three books, and I will be running the contest for the next three months, giving away a prize each month. So that’s October, November and December. When you enter, send the answer to my email address.

 

That’s sara@sara-bennett.com and you’ll find a link on my Contacts page. Be sure you let me know your name and address–so I can post you the prize if you win. Easy.

 

Good luck everyone!

 

Sara

 

 

SIN WITH A SCOUNDREL

September 30th, 2012

Sin With A Scoundrel

 

CHAPTER ONE

Summer 1838

Mayfair, London

 

Miss Clementina Smythe inspected the brass plate. Number Five. Mr. Eversham lived at Number Five Jasmine Square. She looked up at the narrow building, its long windows blindly gazing across the square, and wondered which of those windows belonged to Mr. Eversham.

Perhaps they all did, perhaps he was wealthy enough to own the entire building, but she didn’t think so. The word was Mr. Eversham had wasted his fortune on the gambling tables and betting on the races, not to mention ladies of loose morals, and now he was obliged to work for a living. How his blue blooded ancestors must shudder at that—and the gossip was that he was very well connected indeed, although society tended to shun him these days. To make matters worse the work he was currently engaged in was advising gentlemen on winning the ladies of their dreams.

In other words, Tina decided cynically, he was a seducer who taught other men the art of seduction.

His reputation was rumored to be very bad and in other circumstances Tina would have taken care not to recognize him in the street, let alone visit his address without a chaperone. But she had no choice. She was here for his help. She needed him to teach her how to win the tricky heart of Lord Horace Gilfoyle.

“You’re a dear girl, Tina, but really, you are such an innocent. And innocents are a dead bore.”

The words were emblazoned into her mind.

She’d thought everything was going along so very well, that Horace was finally beginning to see that she was the one and only woman for him, and then he’d spoken those shattering words. Her plans were thrown into chaos and for a time, a very dark time, she’d contemplated abandoning them altogether.

But what alternative did she have? There were holes in her petticoats for goodness sake! They’d had pigs’ trotters for last night’s supper, and all the while pretending to their friends and the world that nothing was wrong. Her family was living on the edge of a precipice. Constantly teetering on the verge of financial disaster. It was only a matter of time until they slid into the abyss. Truly it was unbearable and the only way Tina could see to save them was for her to make a wealthy marriage.

And Horace was the wealthiest man she knew, the only man with whom she could imagine spending the rest of her life.

Her practical mind worked on the problem, and came up with a solution. She must contrive to no longer be a bore.

That was where Mr. Eversham came in. Presumably, if he was as good at teaching men to seduce women as she had heard, then he would be equally as good at teaching women to seduce men. The socially unacceptable Mr. Eversham was just what she needed.

Tina lifted her hand to the door knocker.

There was a moment, a brief moment, when doubt threatened to turn her about and send her home. But Tina was not a woman to be thwarted by such a thing as a little doubt. No, she had already made up her mind and this was her only way forward.

She knocked loudly, several times, stood back and waited.

And pretended her heart was not beating just a little bit faster.

*                                             *                                               *

Richard Eversham rustled his newspaper and read down the column in the engagement section. There were several names he recognized. Pupils of his who had benefited—clearly—from his tuition. His gray eyes narrowed as he read the final name, and then he gave a chuckle.

Well, who would have thought it! Barrington finally got his girl! This was a time for celebration. Where was that bottle of ’11 he’d been saving?

“Archie!” he shouted for his butler, valet and manservant combined. “Archie, where the devil are you?”

Archie popped his curly head around the door frame. “You bellowed, sir?”

“Don’t be lippy,” his master retorted, setting the newspaper aside. “I have come into funds. I think we should celebrate.”

Archie’s face lit up and he was about to answer when the door knocker sounded from the street door below.

“Who the devil is that?” Richard Eversham growled, and rose to go to the window, which gave a view directly down onto the square. “I haven’t any appointments today, have I?”

“Not to my knowledge, sir. Should I go and see who it is or will we pretend not to be at home?”

“Wait a moment . . . Good heavens, it’s a woman. A lady, I should say. She looks like a lady, at any rate. Bonnet, pelisse, walking dress, gloves. Yes, definitely a lady. And . . . oh yes.” The lady had glanced up at the window. The bonnet framed a very pretty face, although at the moment she was frowning.

Suddenly he realized she was about to walk away.

“What the devil are you waiting for, Archie?” he roared. “Go and let her in!”

Archie scurried down the stairs.

Richard returned to his chair and sat down, arms resting on the leather armrests, fingers steepled beneath his chin. He assumed his approachable and trustworthy gentleman expression; he’d found it invaluable when it came to persuading his clients to believe every word he spoke.

And why shouldn’t they believe him, he mockingly reminded himself, with a reputation like his? He was Richard Eversham, grand seducer of women and rake extraordinaire. No one could bring a woman to heel like he could.

And while no gentleman would recognize him in a social situation, in private they were desperate to pick his brains. So desperate that Richard’s business was doing very well indeed.

Archie was returning up the stairs, and with him came the swish of silk skirts and petticoats and the tap-tap of a lady’s shoes. As much as he’d been looking forward to that bottle of ’11, he was curious as to what someone who looked very much like a gentlewoman wanted with him this fine summer morning.

*                                             *                                               *

Tina turned left at the landing, following the curly haired servant, and waited as he tapped discreetly on a half open door.

“Enter!” called a deep, masculine voice.

The room was flooded with sunlight from the long windows on the other side, and for a moment Tina was quite dazzled. She blinked and took another step, and the glare was reduced somewhat. Enough for her to see that she was in a large and untidy sitting room, and a gentleman was just now rising from his leather chair.

“Mr. Eversham?” she said, before he could speak, although she was already certain that that was who was facing her now. Who else could this be but the most disreputable gentleman in London, Mr. Richard Eversham?

“I am indeed,” he said in an amiable sort of voice. “And who are you, madam, if I may be so bold?”

Before she answered Tina took a moment to consider him. His broad shoulders were framed by a brown jacket which he wore over a rather rumpled white shirt. His necktie was undone, and the V of skin disclosed was tanned and dappled with dark hairs. Tina wondered if the rest of him was just as fascinating, as her gaze slid down over his trim waist and long legs encased in riding breeches, finishing on boots that needed a polish.

Perhaps he had been out riding? That would explain the untidy, windblown air to him. He appeared to be the sort of man who enjoyed a good gallop on the heath, thighs clamped to his horse’s sides—in fact that was possibly how he obtained those muscles she could see beneath the tight cloth.

Mr. Eversham cleared his throat.

Tina’s gaze returned to his amused one. She smiled up at him; she couldn’t help it. He had the sort of eyes that were so warm they made her want to smile. It was as if at any moment he might burst into laughter, just from the sheer joy of being alive.

“Do you have a name, madam? Perhaps you are a spy, sent by the government, to beg me to hunt down a dangerous criminal?” Something about that odd comment made him chuckle to himself.

Tina cocked her head to one side to consider him. His gray eyes were still smiling at her. She drew herself up and held out her hand toward him. “I am Miss Clementina Smythe, Mr. Eversham.”

He took her hand carefully in his. Indeed, his was so much bigger it swallowed her white gloved fingers entirely, although his grip was very gentle. “How do you do, Miss Smythe?” he said automatically. “What can I do for you?”

“I am come to engage your services,” she told him. No point in beating around the bush.

A line appeared between his slashing dark brows. “You have a gentleman who needs my assistance in matters of the, uhm, heart, Miss Smythe? A brother or cousin perhaps?”

“I have heard you are very accomplished in your chosen work, Mr. Eversham.”

He released her hand, and she felt the loss of the warmth. With a gesture toward the sofa opposite his chair, he waited until she had seated herself before he made himself comfortable.

“I have never been known to fail,” he said mildly.

“Then I have come to the right place,” Tina murmured. She looked down at her purse, twisting the plaited loop handles in her gloved fingers. It was proving to be extraordinarily difficult to explain to him what she wanted. Normally she was perfectly lucid when it came to outlining her requirements, but for some reason Mr. Eversham had her tongue tied.

Tina looked up. Perhaps it was his warm gray gaze that was making her dumb? Or his large, engaging presence. He was very manly, very good looking, very . . . very . . .

“Miss Smythe, you need not be afraid our conversation will go any further than this room. I am a master of discretion.”

“As well as of seduction,” she said, and then wished she hadn’t as surprised laughter lit his eyes. Hurriedly, she moved on.

“Mr. Eversham, I have a confession to make.”

He leaned forward. “I am all ears, Miss Smythe.”

“I am here for myself, not for any gentleman who might require your services. I wish to marry and the man I wish to marry does not value propriety and innocence in a woman. He finds it tedious. Boring. Therefore I must become the sort of woman he finds interesting.”

She had surprised him. For a moment he said nothing, considering her as if he were turning over a particularly delicious fruit, deciding whether or not to take a bite, and then, reluctantly, it seemed, he put it aside and shook his head.

“I fear I must decline, Miss Smythe. My business is only with gentlemen. Ladies are rather more complicated.”

“But surely Mr. Eversham, to understand how a gentleman must behave to win the lady of his dreams, you must also understand the lady? Or am I misinformed, Mr. Eversham? I was told you were a master of the art of seduction. Is that not so?”

A painful expression crossed his face. “That is so, Miss Smythe.”

“Then you must help me. I can pay, if that is what troubles you. I-I am a wealthy young woman.” She lifted her chin at the lie. “I am able to have anything I desire.”

“And you desire me?” he broke into her words, his eyes quizzical and his smile teasing.

Tina felt a little breathless. How odd, she thought. Her practical soul did not normally respond to flirtatious word games.

“I desire Lord H—that is, the gentleman I wish to marry, and I desire you to make me into the sort of woman he wishes to marry,” she corrected him primly.

He bowed his head, his fingers steepled once more under his chin. He seemed to be considering her proposal from all angles. After a time he lifted his head and again met her gaze. For the first time since she’d met him, the smile had gone from Mr. Eversham’s gray eyes.

“Before I agree you must be very certain of what you’re asking me, Miss Smythe,” he said quietly. “You wish me to teach you to be a woman of the world. You do not want to appear as an innocent. In short, you require that I teach you the art of seduction by, eh, seducing you, at least verbally if not physically? Is that correct? Is that what you want? Are you entirely certain?”

From his lips it sounded improper. Risqué.

But Tina had made up her mind this was what she must do if she ever wanted to marry her childhood sweetheart, so she said firmly, “Yes, that is what I want, Mr. Eversham.”

“May I inquire as to the name of your intended husband? It would help me if I understood his preferences.”

Tina thought a moment, but she knew the name must be spoken eventually. Better do it now. “Lord Horace Gilfoyle.”

There did not appear to be any change in his expression, and yet Tina had the odd sense that he tensed—like a dog on a scent. He nodded again, watching her. “You are a surprising young woman, Miss Smythe. I am inclined to take you up on your offer. I charge a set fee for my consultations and a bonus if you achieve the desired result. But because your case is rather unusual I will only ask for payment if we succeed.”

He named the fee and Tina managed not to flinch.

“Is it agreed?” he added softly.

“Of course,” she said briskly, as if she had that sum of money about her person right now, and stood up, holding out her hand to shake on the deal. Horace would pay him, she told herself. He would be glad to do so.

He took her hand, his smile back. “We will start on Friday morning at 11 o’clock. Tea and seduction, Miss Smythe.”

“Friday at 11, Mr. Eversham. I shall be here.”

*                                             *                                               *

Richard watched her leave from his sitting room window. He didn’t glance around when he heard Archie enter the room. In fact he watched Miss Smythe until she was no longer in sight, and that was a very rare thing for a man who found most respectable ladies dull indeed.

He resembled Miss Smythe’s intended in that regard. He preferred women who knew what they were about and didn’t pretend they must love a man before they could countenance him kissing and caressing them. But respectable as she undoubtedly was, this lady was different. She certainly knew her mind.

But even so Richard admitted he never would have taken on the job if she hadn’t named her intended as Lord Horace Gilfoyle.

And there lay another problem. How could he justify being party to marrying Miss Smythe, with her vivid green eyes, to a man like Gilfoyle?

“I know what you’re thinking, Archie.”

“Added mind-reading to your skills now, sir?”

Richard chuckled.

“There was a message for you while Miss Smythe was here. You’re to go to headquarters as soon as possible.”

Back to work! Richard sighed and turned from the window, putting the lovely Miss Smythe from his mind.