Thursday, February 23, 2017

Virtual Tour ~ To Covet A Lady's Heart - The Landon Sisters by Ingrid Hahn

One good blackmail deserves another.

The Landon Sisters #2
Ingrid Hahn
Releasing Feb 20, 2017
Entangled Scandalous

good blackmail deserves another.

After a lifetime of
rakish behavior, Lord Maxfeld must pretend he’s reformed and find a fake wife.
And, with the perfect blend of family scandal and tenuous acceptance in
Society, there is nobody more suitable than Lady Phoebe. Trouble is, Phoebe
will not agree to a false engagement, forcing Max to blackmail her into his

Phoebe will go to great lengths to avoid anything
remotely dishonorable. Unwilling to bear the scandal of a broken engagement,
she blackmails Max right back—directly to the altar.

Once married, though, Phoebe wants much more than Max’s
ring. She wants his heart. But he will never give it. For better or worse may
just be words but Phoebe cannot stay with Max if he thinks love is the worst
thing that can happen.

“When I sent you to Lady Delamore’s the other evening, my dear, it was not to make a spectacle of yourself. You might be new to Society, but I brought you up far better than that.”
Phoebe, seated at her dressing table where Albina was arranging her hair, looked up from the note she’d been reading—sentiments of congratulations from Isabel. The room was filled with late morning light containing the promise of a beautiful spring day. Her mother, wearing a dove gray muslin, crossed the bedchamber.
Spectacle of herself? “My playing was better than that, I assure you, Mama—on my honor.”
“I’m not talking about music, my dear.” Lady Bennington’s color was high. “The spectacle you made of yourself with Lord Maxfeld.”
What? Phoebe searched her memory. She shook her head, folding the thick sheet of paper and slipping it into a drawer. “You’ve been misinformed. The earl and I didn’t exchange more than six words the whole of the evening through. We were kept quite occupied by other people.”
“Some things don’t need words, my girl.”
What is that supposed to mean?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. The night of the Huntsford ball, you seemed lighthearted on the subject of my entertaining myself with Lord Maxfeld.”
“But not conspicuously, my dear.”
“Conspicuously? I did nothing conspicuous last night. Except play. And that was at Lady Delamore’s request.” Phoebe twisted in her chair. She refused to believe there were groundless rumors circulating about her and Lord Maxfeld at half eleven the next morning. “On whose authority have you received such intelligence as would lead you to believe that I behaved like anything less than the perfect lady?”
Finished setting every ironed curl just so, Albina quietly retreated to the other side of the room.
“I met Lady Selby in the street, and she told me there were looks between the two of you the like of which she’d never before witnessed in all her years.”
Looks? Well, that was the sort of story a two-penny press would want, surely.
Phoebe’s gaze dropped to the surface of the dressing table where she fiddled with a stray hairpin. To be denounced for nothing more than a few stray glances the gossips decided to willfully misinterpret was a new and not entirely comfortable experience.

Scowling, she sniffed. “Well, those hundred and ten years Lady Selby has lived must have been awfully dull.”

Ingrid Hahn is a
failed administrative assistant with a B.A. in Art History. Her love of reading
has turned her mortgage payment into a book storage fee, which makes her the
friend who you never want to ask you for help moving. Though originally from
Seattle, she now lives in the metropolitan DC area with her ship-nerd husband,
small son, and four opinionated cats. When she’s not reading or writing, she
loves knitting, theater, nature walks, travel, history, and is a hopelessly
devoted fan of Jane Austen. She loves to connect with her readers

Q&A with Ingrid Hahn

Q: Name one thing you won’t leave home without.

Definitely my head. Thankfully, I’m not a screw top, so I can always remember it. Everything else is fair game.

Q: If you could trade places with anyone for just one day, who would you be?

I can’t decide between two choices. Either Cleopatra right after she met Mark Antony, but I won’t tell you why. Or some chick inside a perfume commercial. You get to be gorgeous, perfectly made up, and there is usually a not-too-hard-on-the-eyes guy around. (That goes for perfume lady—Cleopatra wasn’t the gorgeous siren she’s depicted as being in popular myth.) The perfume lady has the bonus of either getting to wear a big fancy dress or lazing around a private beach.

Q: What types of scenes are your most favorite to write?

The naughty ones.

Q: Is anything in your book based on real life experiences or purely all imagination?

I put a tiny, tiny bit of myself into each heroine in a superfluous way. My first heroine, Grace, loved chocolate and has less-than-perfect hair (far less, I’m afraid). My second, Phoebe, is a big reader and loves tea. My third, Eliza—her book is coming in June—hates cherries. However, unlike Eliza, I came by my dislike honestly. I just plain don’t like them. I won’t spoil it for you, but Eliza came by her dislike by way of an abhorrent association. 

Q: Do you have any advice to give to aspiring writers?

Let go of your ego, never stop learning, work hard to nail good conflict, learn to encapsulate your entire story in one pithy statement that makes strangers’ eyes bulge and beg you to write the book immediately (I’m still working on this one!). Don’t self-publish too early. Give yourself permission to turn into a seething green jealousy monster even for writer friends you love dearly when they achieve something you covet, but cap your time in The Great and Terrible Land of Envy to about ten or twenty minutes, then go back to being happy for them and focusing your energy on your own work.

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