Monday, May 18, 2009

Giving Away The House in Grosvenor Square!

I'm so excited! I got another copy of The House in Grosvenor Square by Linore Rose Burkard, so I can give one away here! Someone is so lucky!!! This is a fabulous book. If you'd like to read my review, click here.

If you'd like to listen to an interview with the author, click here. Just scroll down a little bit to find the interview.

I decided to give you a partial exerpt from the first chapter. If you've read the first book, I know you're already salivating to read this one. Anyway, here it is, part of the first chapter.
Mayfair, London: 1813
"Inexplicable." There was no other word for Mr. Mornay's behaviour to her that morning,and Ariana Forsythe could think of naught else unless it changed. Soon.

She looked at him challengingly, where he sat across from her in his expensive, plush black coach. Faultlessly handsome, Phillip Mornay was dressed stylishly in a twin-tailed frock coat, buff pantaloons and polished black boots. His beautifully tied cravat puffed lightly out from an embroidered white waistcoat, and his dark hair and famously handsome features were framed by a top hat. Everything he wore looked new, his clothing always did; and yet he might have worn it a dozen times, so comfortable did he appear in his attire. But he had barely looked at Ariana for more than a fleeting second since he had come for her
this morning, and it was beginning to grate on her nerves. She had to think of something to say.

"Tomorrow is the day I shall see the full of your house, is it not?" She had been in Mr. Mornay's
house in Grosvenor Square before, but this time she and Aunt Bentley were to get a tour, top to
bottom, so she would feel more at home after the wedding. She and Mr. Mornay were betrothed to be
married in two weeks.

The dark eyes flicked at her, and she felt a fleeting twinge of satisfaction.
"It is."

She wanted to hold his attention, and began a smile, but he looked away, abruptly. What could be wrong? Mr. Mornay often studied her when they were together; she was so used to finding the dark-eyed warm gaze upon her, in fact, that she felt somewhat abandoned to be deprived of it, now. Had she done something to displease him? When he usually attended to her so deeply as though he could read into her soul?

They were on their way to the London Orphan Society, in Mr. Mornay's upholstered coach and- four, with its fashionable high-steppers and liveried footmen on back, to attend a special service at the Society's Chapel. A lady was giving a dramatic reading from Scripture; a most celebrated dramatic reading. Ariana and Mr. Mornay had received invitations for the event, with encouragement to invite anyone of their acquaintance. Thus, there were also four other occupants in the carriage this morning, and seating was snug.

On either side of Ariana was a relation. Her younger sister, Beatrice, just turned twelve, was to her left, and her aunt and chaperon for the season, Mrs. Agatha Bentley, sat on her right. The ladies faced the gentlemen sitting across from them; first, Mr. Peter O'Brien, a future cleric, at Beatrice's particular request; then Ariana's future husband, Mr. Mornay, silent and unapproachable, and finally, the agreeable Mr. Pellham, her aunt's betrothed. (She and her aunt were betrothed at the same time. A most fortuitous turn of events; Ariana ought to have been in raptures of joy.) But unless Mr. Mornay's demeanour changed, Ariana could not enjoy herself. His inattentiveness was such a contrast to his usual behaviour that it was impossible for her to ignore it, or shrug it off as mere ill humour.
It seemed ironic now that when all had been uncertain about the wedding, (when Ariana had held out against her desire to marry Mr. Mornay because she would only marry a man who could share her spiritual life in God,) that up to then, his love and affection were painfully clear. And now, after Mr. Mornay had undergone a stark change in his religion; that is, when he came to believe in a personal, loving God, and the betrothal was settled, suddenly he was behaving as though he wished it were not.

Sitting across from her, he should have been engaging her with his usual intent gaze, smiling slightly at her remarks when she amused him or spoke to others; instead, he sat staring out the window (a thing he never did) and appeared to be morosely preoccupied in his own thoughts. It pricked against her nerves. She would bring him out of this brown study if it took all her ingenuity!

And then he suddenly turned and spoke: "Did I mention I shall be occupied for the rest of the day? After leaving you at your house, following the morning's service?"

Her large, tan eyes sparkled into bluish-green as they tended to do whenever her feelings were stirred. "No, sir; you mentioned nothing to me." She gave him a look laden with perplexity, which
he responded to only with a brief, "Haven't I? Well, I've done, now."

Oh, dear. He is utterly not himself! Or has he taken a disgust of me?
The carriage fell silent. Mr. Mornay had thick, dark hair which tapered to the tip of his collar; short, dark sideburns, and handsome, strong-boned features. His eyes were deep, dark, and expressive, and his manner of dress, the height of manly perfection. Though he would not deign to discuss good style, he had a faultless sense of it, and many an aspiring buck or beau modeled their choice of attire after his. Like Ariana, his neatness appeared effortless. And he was universally approved of in the best houses, (save for those of the staunchest Whigs, who had still not forgiven Prinny or his pals, of which Mr. Mornay was one, for abandoning them for the Tories).
Even Ariana, who had little patience for matters of dress, found herself in awe of his presence at times. All told, he was an imposing character; a man one did not ignore or take lightly. Ariana was not happy with his tone of address, nor that she would not be seeing him after the morning service, ...

End of exerpt. Leave a comment if you'd like to be in the drawing for this book. I still haven't given away The Greatest Man Who Ever Lived, so if you'd like to throw your name in the hat for that one, scroll down and leave a comment on the last post. Thanks!


Edwina said...

Hi Melanie,

I would love to win The House on Grovsenor Square! Contact info is:


Kimberli said...

Hi Melanie. Please add me to the drawing as well.


carolinians at carolinatownsandtrails dot come

Carly Kendall said...

I have been wanting to read this book after hearing such wonderful things about it. Please enter my name in the drawing. Thank you.

Keli Gwyn said...


I have The House in Grosvenor Square on my TBR shelf. Can't wait to read it.

(Please don't enter my name in the drawing.)

bookwurm70 said...

Please enter me, I'd love to win this book. I love anything regency! [Sigh]

bookwurm70 at gmail dot com

Debra said...

Hi Melanie,

Please enter me into the drawing for The House on Grovsenor Square.
Thanks, Debra

Carrie Turansky said...

Sounds like a wonderful story. Please enter me in the drawing. Thanks!
carrie (at) turansky (dot) com

Sandee61 said...

Hi Melanie,
I'd love to be entered for your giveaway of The House on Grovsenor Square. It looks really good!

Thank you,


Miralee Ferrell said...

Wow! I read the excerpt and it was awesome! Can't wait to read the rest and I'd love to be entered in the drawing for this book. Thank you for the opportunity, Miralee Ferrell

miralee at gorge dot net

Linda said...

I would love to win The House on Govsenor Square. I've read many reviews about this book, and it sounds like a great read!

desertros5173 at gmail dot com

Carole said...

I've always enjoyed Regencies and would love to win Linore's second book. Thank you for the giveaway, Melanie.

cjarvis [at] bellsouth [dot] net

remnant reminscences said...

I'd love a chance to win this! The first one was so delightful and charming!

ldneuhof at hotmail dot com

peachykath said...

I read the first book Before the Season Ends and can't wait to read the sequel. Please enter me in the drawing for this book.