Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Excerpt + Giveaway: It Started with a Scandal

I'm an enormous fan of the historical romance genre (even though I would 100% fail at all the pomp and circumstance, not to mention the rigid social etiquette, that dominates majority of the time periods), so I'm super excited today to share with you an excerpt from It Started with a Scandal, the newest release from Julie Anne Long. Be sure and follow this tour in its entirety (full list of participating blogs below) as there will be two additional excerpts as well as more chances to win!


“In light of your ...circumstances...Mrs. Fountain, I'm certain you're aware that it is a bit unusual for you to be granted an interview at all. But this is an exceptional...situation...and the Redmond family did put in a good word.”
So many words requiring delicate choosing and pillowing with little silences. Circumstances. Situation.
Elise gritted her teeth clamped together, withstanding all of them the way she had for years.
“I understand,” she said somberly.
“—that is not to say that you could not satisfactorily perform the duties, and I should hope you would not be influenced by Mrs. Gordon, whose temperament proved unequal to the job—”
Mrs. Gordon must be the sobbing woman Elise had passed departing the house as Elise came up the walk. She'd been carrying a valise and muttering “heartless bastard” viciously under her breath.
 “...because the successful candidate will possess a clear head and a mature outlook...”  Mrs. Winthrop continued. She paused briefly in her torrent of words to narrow her eyes at Elise.
Elise had donned her most severe gown and ruthlessly pinned her hair motionless with approximately three hundred pins. She nodded, serenely confident she looked mature and that nothing as frivolous as a curl would escape.
And she kept her fingers laced tightly in her lap, as if this alone could keep her nerves from shattering. It had at least disguised the trembling.    
Would that she'd managed to keep her stays laced just that tightly six years ago.     
Alas, spilt milk, and all of that.    
“...and as you know, I'm employed by the Earl of Ardmay, and they have volunteered me to undertake the selection process as a special favor to their family...”    
Mrs. Winthrop had not ceased speaking since Elise arrived fifteen minutes ago.   
“...and as for the current staff, there will be no steward or butler, as this is a relatively small household and the tenant is temporary. So you would head the small entire staff, which is comprised of—”    
Something unmistakably large and glass, hurled from a considerable distance with considerable force, exploded into thousands of jingling fragments.     
Both women froze.    
It was exactly what Elise expected her nerves would sound like when they finally shattered.      
In the stunned silence that followed the rain hurled itself at the window like a warning. Get out! Get out while you can!    
Ah, if only she'd a choice.     
Mrs. Winthrop cleared her throat at last. “He likely won't ever aim at you. All the same, there's naught wrong with his arm and it's best to be well clear of him if you think he might be in a throwing mood.”         
Elise hoped this was black humor. How on earth to respond? She glanced down at her bloodless knuckles as if they were crystal balls. No help there.    
She decided to nod sagely.     
“I understand they're blessedly rare. The throwing moods,” Mrs. Winthrop expounded.            
“And we must always count our blessings.”    
It emerged more quickly and dryly than Elise intended.      
In other words: More herself than she had intended.    
This she knew because Mrs. Winthrop's eyebrows launched like birds flushed from shrubbery.         
She eyed Elise sharply for a moment.    
Elise held her breath.    
Then Mrs. Winthrop smiled a vanishingly swift smile.  It was like a cinder thrown off a distant campfire, when Elise had been lost in the dark woods for weeks.    
“All right then, Mrs. Fountain, I should be pleased to introduce you to his Lordship, Lord Lavay, who is a Prince of the House of Bourbon. If he's...amenable.”
The loquacious Mrs. Winthrop went curiously silent as she led Elise through a labyrinth of Alder House's too-dark hallways. The candles hadn't been trimmed; a few were fitfully, smokily, burning in their sconces. She frowned. The house was handsome enough, but tn the rooms they swiftly passed the fires burned low or not at all. She surreptitiously dragged a fingertip along top of the wainscoting; she could feel dust cake it.     
She saw no evidence of the rumored household staff.     
They scaled a flight of marble stairs with a smooth, modest banister, and Mrs. Winthrop finally halted paused on the threshold of what appeared to be a study.     
It was as dark and soft as a cave, but a huge leaping fire picked out glints from around the room, and Elise's eyes tracked them reflexively:  the polished legs on  a plumply upholstered settee and a pair of gorgeous chairs, the inlay on a small round table, the gilt on a framed map and the stand of a handsome globe, an empty crystal decanter, a tiny bottle of Sydenham's Laudanum on a sideboard, only half full.    
She stopped when she reached the mirror-like toes of a pair of Hessians by the hearth.    
And followed them all the way up.    
Inside them stood a man.    
A very tall man.     
He in fact all but loomed; the firelight threw his shadow nearly to where she stood at the door.      
Elise took an unconscious step back from it, as though it were a spill of lava.    
His face was aimed rather pointedly at the window, as if he was expecting someone.    
She followed his gaze curiously.     
She just saw the same ceaseless slanting rain, like bars on a cell.      
A spray of sparkling shards surrounded his feet.  The remains of a vase, from the looks of things.   
“Lord Lavay...”     
Elise shot Mrs. Winthrop a worried look. The seemingly indefatigable Mrs. Winthrop's voice had gone faint. As if she suddenly didn't have enough air to form words.     
The man turned. Slowly, as if he was the earth itself on its axis. Or as if an invisible sculptor was rotating him to present a finished work.     
Voila! Elise thought to herself. An attempt at bravado.   
It was too late. She'd already sucked in her breath and tightened all of her muscles, like a creature who had stumbled across a predator in a clearing and wished to make herself unnoticeable.    
He was so clearly of that singular species, The Aristocracy, that she might as well have bought a ticket to see him, the way she had once when her father had brought her, as a little girl, to see the Royal Menagerie in London.      
He wasn't young. There was no softness to his face—not in the set of his mouth, or the burn of his gaze, or the severe right angles of his jaw. His beauty was austere and inarguable and there was a palpable force to him, as if he had sprung from the earth due to violent underground activity, a bit like a mountain range. She thought about the things she'd been told about him.    
Privateer. Soldier. Prince.     
Power,  violence, privilege.    
He looked like all of the things he was purported to be.      
Do we carry around our pasts so visibly? She wondered. Because if she so, she was certainly in trouble.    
There was no denying that he frightened her.     
And after a moment, this made her angry. She'd been so certain she was impossible to frighten after the events of the last five years. She could not afford to be frightened. She thought she deserved never to be frightened again.    
She squared her shoulders.    
Life is full of tests, children, she'd once primly told her students.     
That was before she'd been tested.
The woman Mrs. Winthrop brought into Phillipe's study was petite and colorless. Her face and the folded knot of her hands were twins, both white and tense. Her dress was demure, long-sleeved, high-collared, fashioned of serviceable gray wool. Her hair was dark. She could be any age.     
Her eyes dropped instantly upon meeting his. It was deference or fear, or perhaps fascination. He was accustomed to all of them. None of it interested him.    
She was, unsurprisingly, unremarkable in every way.     
Apart, that was, from her posture, which was almost aggressively rigid. It reminded him of a drawn saber.    
This made him smile faintly.     
He sensed it wasn't a pleasant smile when both women gave a little start.    
“I'd like to introduce Mrs. Elise Fountain, my lord.”     
Miss Fountain dropped an elegant enough curtsy.     
“You may leave us,” he said to Mrs. Winthrop, without looking at her.     
Mrs. Winthrop bolted like a rabbit released from a trap.    
Mrs. Fountain's gaze rose again, rather like a man struggling up the side of a cliff, wavered, and held.

END IT STARTED WITH A SCANDAL CHAPTER ONE PART ONE! To read the rest of Chapter One, check out these blogs:

Urban Girl Reader EXCERPT PART 2
Eater of Books EXCERPT PART 2

Buried Under Romance EXCERPT PART 2

Toot’s Book Reviews EXCERPT PART 2
Doing Some Reading EXCERPT PART 2

The Lusty Literate EXCERPT PART 3
Romancing the Readers EXCERPT PART 3

Snarky Mama EXCERPT PART 3

The Jeep Diva EXCERPT PART 3

To Read or Not to Read EXCERPT PART 3

I Heart Romance EXCERPT PART 3

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Lord Philippe Lavay once took to the high seas armed with charm as lethal as his sword and a stone-cold conviction: he’ll restore his family’s fortune and honor, no matter the cost. Victory is at last within reach—when a brutal attack snatches it from his grasp and lands him in Pennyroyal Green.

An afternoon of bliss brings a cascade of consequences for Elise Fountain. Shunned by her family and ousted from a job she loves, survival means a plummet down the social ladder to a position no woman has yet been able to keep: housekeeper to a frighteningly formidable prince.

The bold and gentle Elise sees past his battered body into Philippe’s barricaded heart . . . and her innate sensuality ignites his blood. Now a man who thought he could never love and a woman who thought she would never again trust must fight an incendiary passion that could be the ruin of them both.

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USA Today bestselling author JULIE ANNE LONG originally set out to be a rock star when she grew up (and she has the guitars and fringed clothing stuffed in the back of her closet to prove it), but writing was always her first love. Since hanging up her guitar for the computer keyboard, her books frequently top reader and critic polls and have been nominated for numerous awards, including the Rita, Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice, and The Quills, and reviewers have been known to use words like “dazzling,” “brilliant,” and “impossible to put down” when describing them. Julie lives in Northern California.

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  1. Thanks for sharing this with us and the give away :D

  2. I just read my first Julie Ann Long book and I LOVED it! I can't wait to try more books by her. They sound like so much fun!

    1. I can't wait to try her Nick! I need more historical romance in my life:)

  3. I'm not usually a big fan of historical romances but this excerpt totally caught my attention and I cannot wait to read more!
    Thank you for sharing Jenny!

    1. Yay! I hope you give it a try Pili! And let me know if you need additional HR recommendations ;-)

  4. I love to immerse myself in a good historical and I can see some wonderful clashing and romantic tension brewing with that except!! Thanks for sharing the great excerpt and the giveaway, Jenny :)

    1. YAY TENSION KIM! I live for tension in my romances:)

  5. I am so with you on this Jenny, I love this time and would love to be a part of it but I would so fail at it. I think I am too outspoken sometimes and would more often than not be sent away for my mouth LOL!
    Thanks for sharing this with us! I really do want to read this!

    1. Right? I'd be permanently walking around with my foot in my mouth:)

  6. What a great excerpt. I need to add more Historical Romance to my reading diet.

  7. A strong partial first chapter. Thanks for sharing :)

  8. I'm with you Jenny... I'd totally fail if I was transported back in time. However, I love reading about it! Wonderful excerpt! This one is totally up my alley!

    1. I'd be a social outcast, I just know it ;-) *sigh* Oh well, good thing I was born in this day and age.

  9. Oh, sounds intriguing! I do like historical fiction like this but haven't read one in ages!

  10. Ooo this sounds good and its about time to dive into another HF. thanks for sharing Jenny :)

  11. I can't wait to read this. I love the Pennyroyal series. These chapters are great. Thank you for being part of the tour and the opportunity.
    Carol L
    Lucky4750 (at) aol (dot) com

  12. I can't wait to read this. I love the Pennyroyal series. These chapters are great. Thank you for being part of the tour and the opportunity.
    Carol L
    Lucky4750 (at) aol (dot) com

  13. This sounds like fun, thanks for sharing the excerpt, and for the giveaway!

  14. I love the excerpts in the tour. This series just keeps getting better and better. I'm so anxious to read this. Thanks for your post and the chance to win.
    Carol L
    Lucky4750 (at) aol (dot) com

  15. I love the excerpts in the tour. This series just keeps getting better and better. I'm so anxious to read this. Thanks for your post and the chance to win.
    Carol L
    Lucky4750 (at) aol (dot) com