Blitz: Deception and Desire (MacNaughton Castle Romance 1) by Aubrey Wynne + GIVEAWAY

**Deception and Desire by Aubrey Wynne**

Good Morning, Everyone! So thrilled to see you all today! Today I have another new-to-me author to feature. She is here letting us all know about her latest release, DECEPTION AND DESIRE. I am excited to find out more, so let’s get to it! Please allow me to feature on the blog Aubrey Wynne … Plus, a GIVEAWAY!

**AUBREY WYNNE**

**BIO**

Bestselling and award-winning author Aubrey Wynne is an elementary teacher by trade, champion of children and animals by conscience, and author by night. She resides in the Midwest with her husband, dogs, horses, mule, and barn cats. Obsessions include wine, history, travel, trail riding, and all things Christmas. Her Chicago Christmas series has received the Golden Quill, Aspen Gold, Heart of Excellence, and the Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence and twice nominated as a Rone finalist by InD’tale Magazine.

Aubrey’s first love is medieval romance but after dipping her toe in the Regency period in 2018 with the Wicked Earls’ Club, she was smitten. This inspired her spin-off series Once Upon a Widow and the Scottish Regency series A MacNaughton Castle Romance with Dragonblade Novels.   

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**DECEPTION AND DESIRE**

Publication date: June 16, 2020

Genres: Adult, Romance, Historical

**BLURB**

Two rebellious souls… An innocent deception… One scorching catastrophe…

Welcome to book 1 in the MacNaughton Castle Romance by Aubrey Wynne. Read for Free in Kindle Unlimited!

Fenella Franklin is too tall, too intelligent, and has no title. Her talents lie in numbers and a keen business mind, not in the art of flirtation. When she becomes the object of a cruel wager during her come-out in London, she vows to put off the penniless noblemen vying for her sizeable dowry. But her season is cut short after her mother discovers the subterfuge, and Fenella retreats to Scotland.

Lachlan MacNaughton has neither the temperament nor the patience to be the next MacNaughton chief, preferring to knock heads together rather than placate bickering clansmen. He readily accepts a reprieve to help with the family’s textile mill in Glasgow. A sizzling chance encounter in the rain introduces him to the new female bookkeeper. His grandfather may want him back in the Highlands, but his heart has been lost in the Lowlands.

The attraction between Fenella and Lachlan sparks a passion not even two rebellious souls can deny.

But an innocent deception tests their newfound love and threatens the freedom they both crave.

A MacNaughton Castle Romance
Book 1 – Deception and Desire
Book 2 – An Allusive Love
Book 3 – A Bonny Pretender

**EXCERPT**

Reaching the street, he squinted through the drizzle in time to see a dark form dashing toward him, head down against the light rain.

Smack! The woman collided with Lachlan. He spread his feet to maintain his balance as the slate-colored gown and pelisse crumpled before him. Without thought, he swept her up before she hit the wet ground.

Her straw bonnet was askew, tiny droplets of rain sparkled in her pale blonde hair, and long lashes spiked like jagged crescents against her smooth cheeks. Her alabaster skin gave her the appearance of a fine Greek sculpture, except for the pink spreading across her cheeks. When her lids fluttered open, clear gray eyes blinked owlishly at him. Mesmerizing was the first word that came to his mind. He was unable to tear his gaze from the exquisite face.

A wet angel, he thought.

“Oh,” was all the angel said, a sheen of moisture covering her skin. A hand went to her neck – a long and graceful neck.

“Aye,” said Lachlan, though it sounded more like a growl to his ears. Her warmth seeped into his upper body, and he squelched the urge to toss her up and resettle her closer to his chest.

She trembled slightly; her full, pink lips slowly turned up in a half-smile. A single drop of moisture clung to the corner of her mouth. It beckoned to him, dared him… Lachlan dipped his head and brushed his lips against her velvet ones, his breath catching at his own audacity. The rain swathed them, their damp clothes sticking to slick skin, diminishing the barrier of her cotton dress. Her chest rose and fell, pushing against his own.

Those liquid silver orbs blinked again as he raised his head and went wide with surprise, accentuating their dark outer ring of black. Then her feet kicked against his tight hold. His gaze traveled down her legs, long shapely limbs molded by her damp skirt, then back up to the bonniest face he’d seen in years. Carefully, Lachlan set her down, gripping her elbows to give her some support. She was slender but tall for a female, the crown of her head just at his eye level. He wouldn’t get a crick in his neck looking down at her. Aye, he’d like to spend more time… exploring that face.

The blood pulsed through Fenella, her temples throbbing as she gripped the iron handle and yanked with all her might. She stepped inside the entrance hall of the warehouse and leaned back against the great oak door. Her trembling hands pushed against the solid, ridged wood, trying to steady her racing heart. Mercy! What just happened?

Heat flushed her cheeks again as his image came back to her. The warmth spread to her belly, doing somersaults that pushed a giggle up her throat. Her hand went to her mouth, still tingling with the touch of the man’s lips. He’d kissed her. He’d kissed her while he held her in his arms. As if she weighed no more than a child. She smiled as her fingers traced her lips.

My first kiss. In the rain. With a stranger. Oh, if her mother could see her now. Would she approve, or only be irritated he’d been a Scot?

A handsome Scot in a kilt, his knees showing above muscular calves. He’d held her close, and she’d been transfixed by those cobalt blue eyes.

And all Fenella could manage was, “Oh.” She tipped back her head and closed her lids, shutting out the world for a moment. The image of his thick auburn waves, damp against his strong neck and chiseled face, made her shiver. He was the most divine man she’d ever seen. Touched. The only man she’d ever touched. Like that. Her heart pounded, and she couldn’t seem to catch her breath. Is this what sent those silly London girls into high-pitched titters?

Steady, now! Fenella took in deep gulps of air, hoping to recover some semblance of her wits. She had to present herself for an interview, in a bedraggled state, after being ravished by a stranger. In the middle of the afternoon! Her sister couldn’t have read a better plot in one of her romance novels. Her bonnet tipped, now perched precariously over one ear. Oh, Lord! Her hands flew to her damp locks, quickly smoothed them back, and adjusted her straw hat. She retied the ribbons and wiped the remaining moisture from her face.

As the chortles subsided, the soft sound of hiccups took over. “Och, now look what we’ve done,” he said as he wiped the tears from his eyes. “I have just the thing for that.”

Lachlan reached into his sporran and pulled out a small hip flask. He uncorked it, then handed it to her. She stared at it.

“Go on. Have a wee nip,” he said, waving it at her.

Fenella accepted the tin, tipped back her head, and took a drink. She spluttered and coughed. He choked back a laugh and smacked her on the back several times.

“Weel, I see I dinna have to worry about ye wooing her with a gentle touch.” Ian snatched the flask from the poor girl. “Are ye all right, lass?”

She nodded and dragged air into her lungs.

“What the devil were ye thinking?”

“She had the hiccups.” Lachlan gave Fenella a sideways glance and saw her grin. “Aye, and I was being a gentleman by helping her get rid of them.”

“It worked,” she squeaked. “Though a drink of water… perhaps…”

Ian shook his head. “Her throat is probably on fire, ye mindless numpty.”

Fenella took a deep breath and turned to Lachlan with a brilliant smile. “Shall we continue, Mr. MacNaughton?” she asked huskily, the harsh liquor still affecting her voice.

“I’d be delighted, Miss Franklin.” He turned to Ian. “If ye would excuse us, Brother?”

Lachlan held out his arm. As he escorted her up the stairs, he realized all the previous awkwardness had vanished. She’d defended him in a way, taken his side. Sweet Mary. He was not only attracted to this exceptional woman, he liked her.

God in heaven, he was in trouble.

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