Spotlight with author Jenna Jaxon

Spotlight with author Jenna Jaxon

Hello Lovelies! I have had a lot going on lately and I am sure you have all noticed that the blog has been a bit slow with the posts lately. This is for a lot of reasons, but the biggest reason is that I am getting ready for my 3 year old and his next surgery on the 14^th. My parents are heading over from California to help out DH with the kiddos because I will be gone for about a week with Gryff in the hospital. With everything else going on, this is one more thing and it is starting to stress me out. So the blog is going to be short of posts the rest of the month and possibly part of next month depending largely on Gryff’s recovery time. He is having surgery on his hard palate for those of you who are curious. But, I have a few things scheduled for all of you special friends who have been so supportive of me this past year. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate all of you. And with that, let’s move on to the post I have for all of you.

Today, thanks to the wonderful Sizzling PR, I have for you a spotlight of Ms. Jenna Jaxon’s ONLY SCANDAL WILL DO. I am in the process of reading the book, but with a few sick kiddos and getting ready for this surgery, I am currently only half way through the book. So that will be posted for you all as soon as I finish it. Until then, please enjoy this spotlight. It is my pleasure to introduce to you Ms. Jenna Jaxon.

**JENNA JAXON**

**BIO**

Jenna Jaxon is a multi-published author of historical  and contemporary romance who has been reading and writing historical romance since she was a teenager.  A romantic herself, Jenna has always loved a dark side to the genre, a twist, suspense, a surprise.  She tries to incorporate all of these elements into her own writing.

Jenna lives in Virginia with her family and a small menagerie of pets.  When not reading or writing, she indulges her passion for the theatre, working with local theatres as a director.  She often feels she is directing her characters on their own private stage.

She has equated her writing to an addiction to chocolate because once she starts she just can’t stop.

You can find out more about Ms. Jaxon at the following places:

Website

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Twitter

**ONLY SCANDAL WILL DO**

Buy Links:  

Lyrical Press          Amazon          iTunes

**BLURB**

Kidnapped and sold at auction in a London brothel, Lady Katarina Fitzwilliam squelches an undeniable attraction to the masked stranger who purchased her, pits her wits against him, and escapes him and the scandal that would ruin her life.

Unable to resist temptation in a London brothel, Duncan Ferrers, Marquess of Dalbury, purchases a fiery beauty. She claims she's a lady, but how can she be? No lady of his acquaintance in polite society is anything like her.

Then he discovers she is who she says, and that this latest romp has compromised her reputation. He knows how that is. One more scandal and he'll be cast out of London society, but he needs a wife who'll provide an heir to carry on his illustrious family's name. He seeks out Katarina, intending only to scotch the scandal, but instead finds his heart ensnared.

He's betting their future he'll capture her heart, but does he have what it takes to win the wager?

WARNING: A blade-wielding heroine who crosses swords with a master of sensuality.

**EXCERPT**

(taken from Lyrical Press)

Copyright 2012, Jenna Jaxon All rights reserved, Lyrical Press, Inc. “Who are you, sir?” Katrina asked. “Your master, slave.” Harsh words cloaked in a voice of deep velvet. A shiver of dread raced down Katarina’s body, as much from the words as from his tone. “I am nobody’s slave,” she replied, trembling. “There has been a dreadful mistake.” “I think not, my lovely. I paid a small fortune for your ownership this evening. Make no mistake.” He continued to stroke her hair and she twisted her head to the side. His mouth below the half mask twitched into an insolent smile. “I am pleased that you possess courage as well as beauty.” His fingers touched her cheek. “The mask hid the slave’s wealth well.” She jerked away. “You may have paid for a slave, sir, but what you find in this room is a lady in distress. Will you prove a gentleman or a rogue?” “A lady in distress?” He laughed and straightened. “How did a lady come to find herself on display at an auction, scandalously clad in a transparent Greek costume, in Madame Vestry’s House of Pleasure?” “House of Pleasure?” she squeaked. “Where else would such a thing occur?” The man’s amusement deepened.“And there will certainly be pleasure here tonight, slave.” He ran a hand slowly down her arm, fingers trailing silkily against her bare flesh. Mouth agape at such a liberty, she slapped the hand away and ran for the door. With a long arm, he snared the diaphanous folds of her gown. The material strained against her body. Kat froze lest it rip, exposing her completely. Cursing her own folly for choosing such a costume, she swung around to face her captor. “Please release me, sir,” she demanded, trying to keep her temper in check. She needed to woo this man to her cause. And though it galled her, she could only do so with soft words, not blows. Perhaps the blows could come later. “I beg you to aid me in my hour of need.” She put every ounce of charm into her smile; she could cajole him, as long as he couldn’t read her mind. “Ah, but I have needs too, slave.” His hands were in her hair again, as though he could not help himself. Well aware from his husky tone what needs the man likely had, Kat winced. If only she could see all of his face. It was so difficult to judge the man under that golden mask. She forced herself to relax, though the thought of his hands on her raised gooseflesh everywhere. It was only her hair, after all. No great sin. Perhaps if she softened her demeanor, she could convince him of her plight. She could offer honeyed tones for a little while. “Will you hear my story of how a lady ended up in this House of Pleasure, sir?” Even to her own ears, her innocent tone sounded false. How would it sound to-- Releasing her hair, the stranger grabbed her hand. “We both know how you will end up, my slave. Come.” He pulled her toward the four-poster and she dug her toes into the rough, worn carpeting. Honey be damned! She had no intention of going anywhere near that bed.

So what do you all think? Let’s talk! I am going to have several days in the hospital with my son. SO I am looking forward to the conversation. Does this sound like a book you would be interested in? Why or why not? Have you read this author before? Have you read this book before? Tell me what you can! I love comments!

Talk to you all soon and until next time …

HAPPY READING!!!