Marvelous Monday Reads: The Wager

Welcome to Marvelous Monday Reads, and today I’ll be featuring the deliciously hot Regency romance The Wager by the prolific Raven McAllen. This is what Ms. McAllen has to say about her book:

The Wager was one of those stores that wrote itself. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean it was easy, oh no it was very, very, hard. This pair were determined to fight each other and me, and boy did they! I struggled big time with some of their ideas, but they were having none of it. It was their story, and no darned author was going to mess with it.

So I did as I gad to and listened to them, and do you know? I’m so glad I did. This may not be the most overtly hot story I’ve ever told, but oh boy, just read between the lines. Hot is just a word, their actions aren’t.

I so love writing Regencies, everything about them is a challenge, but the satisfaction when your characters tell you you’ve got it correct is second to none.

the-wager1sCatherine is in despair. Her brother has lost a wager and the prize is her. The winner is the one person she dare not be in thrall to. How will she cope?

Brook suggests they wager on the outcome of the previous bet, but he intends to win.

What happens is more than either of them anticipates.

Story Excerpt

“Will you ride…?” He paused and looked her up and down. Her muscles clenched, and her mouth went dry. The looked seared her to the center of her soul, and her pulsed raced at his innuendo. “With me?” he continued. She choked on nothing and he grinned.

“My dear, you owe me,” he said.

Catherine glared and he smirked. Her hands once more itched to touch his skin, and not in an arousing manner. Unless he was one who enjoyed pain. She gritted her teeth and dipped her head. “Gladly, if it means this farce will be soon over.”

Brook lifted her so she could swing her leg over the saddle. His eyes lingered on her ankle, and his hand held on a fraction too long as he helped her settle her foot in the stirrup. His touch seared her, when she looked down she was amazed his fingers were not imprinted on her skin.

“Farce? Not of our making my dear, but if you feel that way you should have reneged. As you didn’t, well, now ’tis the time for me to call the tune. Follow me, or do I need tie the horses?

“No, I will follow,” she said. “For what is the point of deprecating? It happened, I bowed, and agreed to your demand.” Catherine settled deep into the saddle, and patted the mare, who whickered softly. As she allowed her mount to tuck close behind his horse, she could not but admire the spirited steed he swung up onto it. Neither could she stop the frisson of excitement that coursed through her, making every nerve end tingle. She had not felt so aware since she last crossed words with him.

Her horse, Misty, Brook had told her, plodded behind his, as the path wound its way between the tress. They were densely planted and not easy to see between. Several times he seemed to change direction for no reason, and Catherine wondered what was going on. Were they doubling back on themselves, or was he deliberately trying to disorient her? On occasion a tiny glade would appear, and once a waterfall that fell down a sheer rock face for five or six feet, its base covered with tiny spring flowers. She would have loved to stop and pick some, to walk around the area, and enjoy the serenity she sensed there. Brook ignored them and continued on his less than straightforward route. After a while, although she was entranced by those tiny glimpses of something other than trees, Catherine was bored by the ride and beginning to get other ideas about the man ahead of her. His seat on his horse was straight, his back elegant, and his buttocks taut. Why had she been so altruistic in the past? If that was what she had been. Now she thought perhaps the word for her action was ‘foolish’.

The track twisted around a shallow pond, the water in it dark and full of weeds. Catherine shivered and her horse sidestepped as her movement projected to the animal. She soothed her with a few soft words and averted her eyes from the disgusting water. For one brief second her imagination had gone haywire. All she could think was what a good place it was to hide a body.

Where to Buy

Evernight Publishing
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Where to find Raven McAllen


About nicolacameronwrites

Nicola Cameron has had some interesting adventures in her life -- ask her sometime about dressing up as Tietania, Queen of the Bondage Fairies. When not writing, she wrangles cats, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture...).

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