Thursday, August 23, 2012

Book Tour Featuring Out Of Her League by Ava Archer Payne + Giveaway

Hi everyone! Please help me welcome author Ava Archer Payne here today to talk about her super hot erotic romance, Out Of Her League. While you're here check out the book blurb, excerpt, a Q & A with Ava and don'r forget that giveaway! 

Title: Out of Her League
Author: Ava Archer Payne
Publisher: AAP Hot Historicals
Length: 40,000 words
Genres: Erotic Historical Romance
Heat Level: Sizzling


Captain James Lancaster, formerly one of London’s most notorious rakes, returns to England a broken man after a brutal tour in the Crimea. He is wounded in body and spirit, his badly injured leg leaving him unable to walk without crutches.

Nurse Katherine Riley has spent her entire life caring for others, but lately she finds herself longing for more. On a whim she indulges in a secret cache of provocative lingerie—just a little something to make her feel beautiful beneath her drab gowns, even if no one else can see it.

When James glimpses the erotic beauty hidden beneath Kate’s prim and proper fa├žade, he introduces her to a sensual array of forbidden delights. Healing takes on an entirely new meaning. As Kate nurses James to a full recovery, their liaison opens her eyes to an enticing new world. How will she ever return to the staid life she once knew?


Thunder rumbled and the rain that had been threatening all morning began to pour down in earnest. Kate watched the heavy droplets strike the glass panes, softening and blurring the outside world. She tried to focus on the storm, but that proved impossible. Every fiber of her being was attuned to the overwhelming presence of man beside her. His scent, his height, the broadness of his shoulders, the rich timbre of his voice. Alone with James in the large room, she felt enveloped in a cocoon of strained intimacy, caught in a current that swept her inexorably toward him.

“Something wrong?” His voice was a low murmur in her ear.

“You need drapery,” she blurted inanely, just to have something to say to break the tension that hung between them.

“True.” He cocked his head to one side, considering the room. “I was thinking of scarlet.”

“Scarlet?” she choked out, feeling heat rush to her cheeks. “Surely that’s an odd color to suggest.”

“Is it?” He studied her with a playful smile. “But it’s such a passionate color, don’t you think? Brazen, bold, irresistible. In fact, now that I’ve considered scarlet, I can’t seem to get the color out of my mind. These past few nights, it’s all I could think of as I was falling asleep.”

She squared her shoulders and brought up her chin. Even leaning as he was on his crutches, he was still a full head taller than her. “If you’re referring to what I think you’re referring to, a gentleman wouldn’t refer to it.”

His lips quirked. “That’s a lot of referring. Are you certain I’m not simply inferring?”

“You’re interfering, certainly.”

“Must be infuriating.”

He was teasing her, and she was determined to resist him. Resist his smile. Resist the twinkle in his deep blue eyes. Resist the urge to lift her hand and push back the chestnut curl that fell so appealingly over his forehead.

“A gentleman wouldn’t mention what he saw.”

“True. A gentleman wouldn’t. Therein lies the problem. That glimpse I had of your breasts was the loveliest thing I’ve seen since my return to London. Hell, that’s not accurate. The loveliest thing I’ve seen in years.” He watched her for a moment in silence, then reached out and softly stroked her jaw. “It’s not my intention to embarrass you.”

“What are you intending?”

“Damned if I know.”

“This certainly isn’t proper.”

“Damned if I care.”

To her utter astonishment, Kate wasn’t entirely certain she cared, either. She’d played the part of dutiful daughter, dutiful sister, and dutiful nurse her entire life. Now, at the age of three and twenty, she was coming to the realization that the role didn’t entirely suit her. She’d lived her life as though crammed into a pair of shoes that had been pinching and cramping her for years. Here was an opportunity to try something scandalous and new. An invitation to see what she’d been missing, if only she had the courage to reach for it.

She moistened her lips, tipped back her head, and closed her eyes.

For a fraction of a second time stood still. Kate was overwhelmed by the horrifying certainty she’d misread his intentions. Then James’s lips brushed hers. The pressure on her mouth was light and gentle, allowing her the opportunity to change her mind, to slip away if she wanted to. So, a gentleman after all. The gesture, touching as it was, was wasted.

Kate stepped closer.

James gave a low moan and wrapped one strong arm around her waist, drawing her tightly into his embrace. His kiss deepened, becoming hard and unyielding. He coaxed her lips apart and swept his tongue into her mouth. Kate stiffened in shocked surprise. Not allowing hereto pull away, he caressed her lower back, silently encouraging her to surrender to his sweet, sensual assault. She absorbed the feel of his kiss, the taste of his mouth, the stroke of his tongue against her own. Pleasure curled her toes and spiraled up her spine. She melted into him, lost in a dizzying vortex of heat and desire.

A single crutch clattered to the floor. Long ingrained instinct, born of years walking the wards, sounded an alarm. She should reach for the crutch, assist him. But in some dim corner of her mind it occurred to her that he didn’t need her help. He held her firmly against his long, masculine length, an anchor in a storm of sensation, not the least bit thrown off-balance. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his kiss with reckless abandon, losing herself in the lusty rhythm of their embrace.

Then, just as Kate was certain she couldn’t take anymore, when her response to their kiss veered from pleasure to driving, aching need, James tore his lips from hers. He nibbled the lobe of her ear and licked the sensitive column of her throat. Shivers of delight rang down her spine like a peel of tiny silver bells. He reached for the topmost button of her gown and unfastened it.

Kate’s hands flew up to cover his. “What are you doing?” Her voice sounded breathless even to her own ears.

“Do you want me to stop?”

A beat. “No,” she confessed.

James let out a sigh that could only be interpreted as intense relief. He worked another button free. “Excellent. Because I don’t think I could stand another day not knowing if that one brief glimpse I had of you in that corset was as stunning as I remember.”

 “I’ve never worn it before,” she admitted softly. “Never worn any of it.”

“Oh?” His focus momentarily shifted from the buttons of her gown to a single curl that had escaped from its bun at the nape of her neck. He toyed with it, absently twisting the soft golden tendril around his finger. “A gift from a lover,” he surmised.

“Certainly not.” Kate could feel the heat flame her cheeks. “I’ve never, that is...I

don’t...I’m not...” Her voice trailed off as she chewed her bottom lip.

“Oh?” He studied her with open curiosity, his deep blue eyes intense and searching.

“I saw them shop and I wanted them.” For Paris. They were highly improper

undergarments, but she hadn’t purchased them for anyone else to see. That hadn’t been her intention. She had simply wanted, for once, to feel beautiful. Desirable. And then, when her trip abroad had been taken away, she’d somehow worked up the courage to don the garments anyway. Her words tumbled over themselves as she tried to explain.

He shook his head, studying her in bewilderment. “You’ve forgone a holiday in Paris to be here instead? Why?”

“Would you rather I wasn’t?” she challenged.

A slow, sinful smile curved his lips. “No, definitely not.” He leaned closer, his words fanning her cheek. “I am very, very glad you’re here.”

Q:  What exactly is a ‘Hot Historical’?
A:  A ‘Hot Historical’ is a classic historical romance—only shorter and steamier! Hot Historicals are perfect for fans of traditional romance who occasionally like to spice things up. One of my readers calls them a secret indulgence ;)
Q:  Many of your novels are set in Victorian England. What attracts you to that time period?
A:  I love playing with the exquisite manners of the day. What does our heroine do when she finds herself completely in lust with an utterly unsuitable man? That creates such lovely sexual tension.
Q:  How long have you been writing romance?
A:  I’ve been writing historical romance for 15 years under a variety of pseudonyms. I’ve been published by several mainstream houses, but with the advent of ebooks, I’m able to place my work directly in the hands of readers. What a fabulous privilege for an author!

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1 comment:

  1. I do love hot historicals :) Thanks so much for the post, excerpt, & giveaway.


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