Lost Lords Scavenger Hunt by Cheryl Holt #Giveaway

Welcome Cheryl Holt to Delighted Reader where we get a sneak peak into her Lost Lords Trilogy!

I’m getting ready to release my 40th novel!  It’s a huge career milestone for me, and I hope all of you will help me celebrate by enjoying my new trilogy, “The Lost Lords of Radcliffe.”

The three books are a “real” trilogy, with one story leading into the next and the drama building with each novel.  I’m releasing them over the summer so you’ll be able to read the 2nd and 3rd books right away without having to wait months or years to find out what happens.  HEART’S DELIGHT will be here on June 1st.  HEART’S DESIRE is coming on July 1st.  And Book 3, HEART’S DEMAND–my 40th novel!!!–will be here on August 1st.  It will be a great summer of sexy, yummy reading.

The 3 novels will be released as e-books and print books.  The e-version will be available for all e-readers, but the print books will not appear in stores.  They will have to be ordered on-line at Amazon.  The covers are beautiful, the stories breathtaking, heartbreaking, dramatic, and thrilling.  I think it’s my best work yet.

I hope you’ll spend the summer–with me!  And my Lost Lords of Radcliffe.  Coming June, July, and August of 2015.

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Synopsis for Lost Lord’s series:

Evangeline Etherton grew up as an orphan and charity case at Miss Peabody’s School for Girls.  But she was always haunted by memories of the loving family and siblings she’d once had.  As a tiny girl, her father passed away, and her mother was wrenched from their lives and transported on a prison ship to Australia.  Her three brothers were cast to the winds of fate and vanished from her life, but she was too young to understand why.

What happened to her mother and brothers?  Might her mother still be alive?  And what about her brothers?  Evangeline vows to learn the answers to those questions and begins her quest to find them and bring them all home.

Heart’s Delight

Heart's Delight by Cheryl HoltThree little lost lords, cast to the winds of fate…

So begins CHERYL HOLT’S breathtaking new trilogy, The Lost Lords of Radcliffe…

MICHAEL SCOTT grew up an orphan on the streets of London. He has no memories of his past, but he’s haunted by terrible dreams and always feels as if he lost something vital and precious along the way. Through cunning and determination, he’s become rich, prosperous, and dangerous. As a brigand and criminal, he knows how to fight and survive any battle. But when he had such a rough beginning as a child, how has he managed to thrive so spectacularly? How can he ever learn the truth?

MAGDALENA WELLS runs a charity mission in London’s worst slums. Although she’s heard many vicious rumors about treacherous, deceitful Michael Scott, when she meets him, she can’t help but fall under his spell. He is the most extraordinary person she’s ever encountered. If ancestry makes the man, how is she to account for his remarkable traits? His drive and accomplishments have propelled him to the highest levels of London society—which is exactly where he seems to belong. How could a ruffian be so brilliant and successful? What is his true history? Can Magdalena help to reveal the secrets he’s always been dying to discover?

Join CHERYL HOLT as she once again weaves a beloved tale of family, loyalty, love, and loss. As the truth about the “lost” lords is gradually revealed, readers will be cheering…

EXCERPT

Michael Scott was seated in a chair behind his desk. Unfortunately there was a trollop seated with him, balanced on his thigh and doing things Maggie could only guess at. The front of the trollop’s dress was unbuttoned, the fabric pushed to her waist, her bosom exposed. Her blond hair hung down her back in a curly wave, her combs scattered on the desktop.

On seeing Maggie, the girl squealed with dismay and leapt to her feet. She struggled with her clothes to shield what should never have been on full display.

Maggie ignored the girl and focused on Mr. Scott, being desperate to learn if any of the wild rumors swirling through the neighborhood about him might be true.

There was an air of danger about him, so she couldn’t show any fear or vacillation. He was like a hawk circling in the sky, and at the slightest sign of weakness he’d rip her to shreds.

She hadn’t expected him to be extremely handsome, but he was. His hair was black, worn too long and tied into a ponytail with a strip of ribbon. Though he was sitting down, she predicted he’d be very tall, six feet at least. His shoulders were very wide, his arms muscled, his body physically fit. He appeared tough and strong, as if he fenced or boxed to keep himself in shape.

But it was his eyes that most intrigued her. They were very blue, alert and searching, probing every detail of her dull gown, her severe countenance. He was taking her measure, trying to figure her out, and she wanted to say, You’ll never unravel my secrets. Not in a thousand years, but she held her tongue.

The trollop had finished buttoning her dress. She nervously peeked at him, and he shooed her out. She scooted by Maggie, the sound of her strides swiftly fading down the hall.

Mr. Scott leaned back in his chair and asked her escort, “Who is this?”

Her escort answered, “She claims to be Miss Magdalena Wells, from the Vicar Sterns Rescue Mission.”

“The Rescue Mission?”

“Yes.”

Mr. Scott snorted with derision. “I’d have thought such a do-gooder would have better manners.”

“As I mentioned, sir,” the guard replied, “she’s a tad ferocious.”

“That she is,” Mr. Scott agreed.

Maggie scoffed and stepped to the desk. “Don’t talk about me as if I’m not here.”

She was having the devil of a time deciding where to look, whether she should stare at Mr. Scott’s face or at his person. His blue eyes were riveting and disquieting, but his shirt was open to the waist, so quite a bit of male flesh was exposed, and he’d made no effort to conceal it.

Maggie had had limited experiences with men, and in a society where people completely concealed themselves with clothing in all situations, she didn’t think she’d ever seen a man’s bare chest before. She was surprised to note a dusting of hair across the top, and the sight of that hair, dark as the hair on his head, tickled her innards.

Her cheeks heated, and she flushed, which he noticed immediately, and he smirked.

“What brings you by, Miss Wells?” he asked. “What can I do for you? Is there something special you were hoping to accomplish with me?”

He was scrutinizing her bosom, so it didn’t take more than a moment to realize his question was impertinent.

“Stop it,” she fumed.

“Stop what?” He appeared innocent as a choirboy.

“Stop being rude.”

“Was I being rude?” His tone dripped with sarcasm. “Then I most humbly apologize.” He pointed to a chair. “Would you like to sit?”

“I prefer to stand.”

“As you wish, but I have no desire to stand with you, so I’ll remain seated. Is that all right with you?”

“Yes, that’s fine.”

“May I offer you a refreshment?”

She shuddered to imagine what sort of refreshment might be provided in such a place. “No, thank you.”

“Suit yourself.” He gestured to her escort. “May he leave us and return to his duties? Or are you frightened to be in here alone with me? Will your reputation be shredded if we don’t have a chaperone?”

“I’m twenty-five, and I’ve been on my own for seven years. I hardly need a chaperone, and I’m not afraid of you.”

“You’re not?”

“No, so don’t act the bully. You can’t scare me.”

“Well then, I won’t even try.”

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cheryl-portraitCheryl Holt is a New York TimesUSA Today, and Amazon “Top 100” bestselling author of forty novels.

She’s also a lawyer and mom, and at age 40, with two babies at home, she started a new career as a commercial fiction writer. She’d hoped to be a suspense novelist, but couldn’t sell any of her manuscripts, so she ended up taking a detour into romance, where she was stunned to discover that she has an incredible knack for writing some of the world’s greatest love stories.

She is considered to be one of the masters of the romance genre, and her emotional, dramatic, and riveting stories of passion and illicit love have captivated fans around the world. She has won or been nominated for many national awards. For many years, she was hailed as “The Queen of Erotic Romance”, and she’s also revered as “The International Queen of Villains.” She is particularly proud to have been named “Best Storyteller of the Year” by the trade magazine Romantic Times BOOK Reviews.

Cheryl lives and writes in Hollywood, California.

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  • DebraG

    Congrats on reaching 40. that is amazing!!

  • RO

    Writing 40 novels is amazing, and I’ve read many of them! A tall, dark and handsome hero sounds like the perfect start to another great book. Hugs…

  • Linda Romer

    Hearts delight sounds wonderful! I would love to read this book. Thank you

  • I haven’t read her books before but this sounds great. Loved the excerpt. 40 books, that’s just amazing.

  • Michele Hayes

    Forty books, that’s quite an accomplishment. Loved the excerpt and would love to win. Thanks.

  • laurie goudge

    I haven’t read her books before but this sounds great.

  • Ladies, thanks so much for your kind words. My head is still spinning to realize that I’ve written 40 novels. I’m glad to say that it seems like I keep getting better too. The three books in the trilogy, particularly Book 3, HEART’S DEMAND, are really good, and I think they’re my best work by far. Thanks for logging in today and I hope all of you love my “lost” lords.

  • Jo Anne Potter Vincenti

    wow — sounds like a great trilogy!!

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