Monday, May 30, 2016

Virtual Tour - A COMMON SCANDAL (Gramtham Girls, #2) by Amanda Weaver


 A Common Scandal
The Grantham Girls, #2
by Amanda Weaver
Releasing May 30th 2016
Carina Press

From The Book Junkie Reads . . . A Common Scandal (The Grantham Girls, #2) . . .
Picked it up and did not want to put it down. Not even when I was finished. 

Color me happy. I have been waiting for the next Grantham Girls book. Now, I have it. I am excited to get started. I love the first book of this new series and I have to say that I love this one also. I am not disappointed in the girls. Their unique view of the world and their upbringing and tutelage has them at a distinct advantage in the ton. Let us move forward with Amelia's story and her adventures to love and happiness.

Amelia wanted so much to honor her promise to her dying mother but sometime life has a way of showing you that things are not always as one wishes it. Fate. Destiny. The heart has a  way of getting what the heart wants. Along the way there are sometimes scandals and house parties made for scandal. Ms. Amelia has her work cut out for her in more ways than one.

I got exactly what I expected and more. I got twist upon twist. I got my laughs. I got fun. I got a scandal or two. I got one fiesta Grantham  girl. I got a hot sexy sailors son that made the ton eat some humble pie. I got chemistry times more. I got intensity. I got. I got just more. If I could give it more I would. There was just more. I will try to be patient for the next one to come.  

Thank you so much for this Grantham Girl series fix, Amanda Weaver.
**This ARC was provided via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.**

The Grantham Girls series
A Duchess in Name – The Grantham Girls, #1
A Common Scandal -  The Grantham Girls, #2


Blurb
Finishing school taught Amelia Wheeler how to put on a well-mannered performance—when she’s not bored and looking for trouble. Lady Grantham’s is behind her and now it's time for Amelia to keep her promise to her dying mother: marry a title and leave her wild days behind.

That promise would be much easier to keep if Nate Smythe hadn’t just reappeared in a London ballroom. The son of an impoverished sailor, Nate—Natty, as he used to be called—has grown up to become handsome, rich and polished. He claims to be looking for a proper bride who can advance his business interests, but that doesn’t stop him from seeking out Amelia every chance he gets. Challenging her. Kissing her.

Suddenly, struggling against her simmering passion is the least of Amelia's problems—one of her titled suitors is hiding a desperate secret that could stop Amelia from pleasing her parents or finding happiness with Nate. As a weeklong house party threatens to derail her hard-won future, Amelia must decide: fight against disaster or act like the lady she's promised to become?
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 Despite knowing the sort of marriage she was destined for, she’d resisted making a choice for so long because she’d hoped in time she might encounter a suitable man who sparked some kind of fire in her. But not once, in all her forays into Society, had she met a man who raised more than mild curiosity. She’d read about flaming passions and heated kisses in the lurid, forbidden novels she had traded with Vic and Grace, but her blood had never been stirred by a flesh-and-blood male. She’d begun to think those passions were the invention of novelists and no man could ever make her feel that way. And now one had, and he was hopelessly out of her reach. It was wretched, wanting something she couldn’t have.
“What’s the verdict? Does Cheadle love you madly or not?”
She didn’t trust herself to look at Natty, knowing her insides would plunge in an unwelcome, delicious way. When he came near her, it was as if her whole body stretched luxuriously and unfurled. Terribly unhelpful, when she was determined to send him packing and behave.
“I’m sure the answer will always be ‘not’, regardless of the state of the petals and irrespective of whatever he might proclaim. Isn’t Lady Julia waiting for her glass of punch or something?”
“Pardon?”
“The lovely Lady Julia Harrow. I saw you sitting with her. Surely she’s missed you by now.”
“Somehow I doubt it,” he muttered. “And what of Cheadle? Surely he’s climbing the walls pining after you.”
She sighed and turned to face him, tossing the last of the ruined flower to the ground and brushing her gloved fingers together. “You know he’s not, Natty. Men don’t pine after me, only my money. The only reason anyone at these things speaks to me is because of my fortune.”
“I’m speaking to you and I have my own fortune, thank you very much.”
“You only speak to me to tease me.”
“You used to like it when I teased you.”
“I’m not a child anymore.”
“Obviously.”
The word hung between them for a moment, rife with meaning. He might have only meant she was all grown-up and out in Society, except his eyes made a lightning- fast perusal of her body as he said it, so fast, he was likely unaware he’d done it. In a rush, it broke over her that Natty was aware of her in the same way she was aware of him. Not as an old playmate from his childhood. As a woman. He was as affected as she was, even if he was spending his evening paying court to Julia Harrow.
His eyes made their way back to hers and they both held the gaze. This newly discovered knowledge sizzled through her body. Her skin flushed and her breaths grew shallow. Natty’s eyes stared into hers. His lips parted slightly, as if he, too, was baffled by this sudden shift in the air. The atmosphere around them felt charged, the way it did when thunder began rattling the windows and lightning lit the night sky, but still the rain refused to fall. At any minute the clouds could collide and deluge the world, but until then, all the energy of the universe danced on the breeze.
She wanted to tease and flirt with him to see how far things would progress. She wanted to see the skies open up. She wanted to be drenched by the rain. 
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Author Info
Amanda Weaver has loved romance since she read that very first Kathleen E. Woodiwiss novel at fifteen. After a long detour into a career as a costume designer in theatre, she’s found her way back to romance, this time as a writer.
A native Floridian, Amanda transplanted to New York City many years ago and now considers Brooklyn home, along with her husband, daughter, two cats, and nowhere near enough space.
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