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“The Lady and the Barrister” by Ruth A. Casie

 

Title: The Lady
and the Barrister
Author: Ruth A.
Casie
Genre: Regency
Romance
Cover Designer:
Darlene Dixon of Wicked Smart Designs
Editor: Chris
Hall
Publisher: Timeless
Scribes Publishing
Publication
Date: April 11, 2023
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR

Blurb:
Two men vie for Lady
Anna, but who will she choose? The smooth politician or the down-to-earth
barrister turned duke?

 

Lady Anna
Ravencroft shines brightly as a much-admired organizer and hostess. In her mind
it is the one thing at which she succeeds. Inwardly she is shy, retiring… a
wallflower. With two failed seasons that ended in disaster she has accepted
marriage might not be in her future.

 

Lord Fraser
Castleton, a London barrister is shocked when he inherits a title and estate
from his mother’s great aunt and becomes the 8th Duke of Willbury. He returns
to Sommer-by-the-Sea to take up permanent residence. He crosses paths with his
longtime friend, Lady Anna. He confides that he is the target of every mother
with an unmarried daughter. She commiserates with him. Every eligible gentleman
sees the Ravencroft purse rather than her. Together they decide to find a mate
for each other. Anna presents him with a list of several eligible women.
Castleton is receptive, but not enthusiastic. He gives her the same reaction
with the subsequent two lists. Will she realize he has already found his match?

 

Reginald Younge
who doesn’t always play by the rules wants to be the next Member of Parliament
for his borough. His political backer will support him if Younge can finance
the campaign himself. He suggests Younge find a wealthy wife to support his
political plans. Marrying a Ravencroft would all but guarantee not only his
backer’s continued support but provide the steady stream of money needed to
claim his place amongst the gentry. He calls on Lady Anna for assistance with a
campaign event and has an ulterior motive.

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Ruth A Casie is a USA Today bestselling author.
She writes historical adventures from the shores of medieval Scotland to the
cobblestone streets of Regency London. Within the pages you’ll discover
‘edge-of-your-seat’ suspense, mind boggling drama, and heart melting emotions
featuring strong women and the men who deserve them. Grab your favorite cup of
tea, or an ale if you prefer, and join her heroes and heroines as they race
across the pages to find their happily ever after. 
Ruth hopes her stories are your next favorite
adventures!

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“Lady Anna.
Lord Castleton. Welcome to the Tea Room.” Tanya took off her apron and set off
a small cloud of flour as she put the pinnie down on the counter.

 

Anna glanced
around the dining room. An older couple sat at the only other occupied table.

 

Castleton
helped her into her chair as Tanya made her way to the front of the tearoom. He
turned to her with his irresistibly devastating grin.

 

Anna busied
herself by removing her gloves and putting them into her reticule, then placing
it on her lap all to avoid his gaze. When she could no longer stall, she raised
her head and found him sitting across from her and still staring.

 

What should she
say? It was as if she didn’t know this man when they had been friends most of
their lives. Well, she certainly didn’t know him as a military man, a
barrister, a duke, and especially not as someone courting her. All she

knew was the
boy with whom she grew up and in a moment of panic, she wanted to leave.

 

“I didn’t
intend to embarrass you. I can’t help the way I look at you.” His elbow was on
the table with his chin in his hand. “One glance and I find myself smiling.”

 

He removed his
hand and struck a more proper attitude, opened his serviette, and draped it on
his lap.

 

Was he playing
his part? She glanced at the couple at the other table and concluded he was
courting her for their sake. Perhaps she could play the game as well.

 

“You flatter
me, Fraser,” she gracefully placed her hand to her throat. “Or should I say you
flatter yourself if you think I’m embarrassed.” She sat up straighter and
looked down her nose following propriety. For two Seasons she observed and

learned as
girls struck that position.

 

“Oh?” He dared
to struggle to hide his chuckle.

 

“Ginger
biscuits, really, Fraser. I would have thought you’d had your fill as a boy and
moved on to other more tempting morsels.”

 

He leaned
closer toward her. His eyes were even more passionate than they had been
moments before. He took her hand and her breath caught.

 

“Oh, but I am
moved by a more temping… morsel. Much more tempting. Would you like me to
elaborate?” With that he raised her hand to his lips.   

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