The next book in my Renegade Royals series will be out on April 1, and it features my favorite hero–Griffin Steele, reprobate, rake, and all around sexy guy. Here’s a snippet from the first meet with Justine Brightmore, my heroine, to whet your appetite:
Griffin lounged in his chair, stretching his legs in front of him. To the casual observer, he must surely have looked relaxed to the point of falling asleep. If only that were true. Frustration jabbed at his nerves and buzzed in his brain, and it took all his willpower to refrain from stalking about the room and growling his frustration at Dominic for refusing to help in any meaningful way.
Like taking the blasted baby off his hands.
He had to admit that some of his bad temper resulted from a restless night. Not that Griffin needed much sleep, but when he did, he tended to sleep hard and well. Not so with a colicky baby in the house who wailed his poor little head off for hours. Add in Rose clomping back and forth between the kitchen and her bedroom and no one in the house had slept more than a wink. Griffin would happily stay awake all night if a beautiful, naked woman and a good bottle of cognac kept him company, but such had not been the case.
Beneath the fatigue and frustration ran another note, one that had more to do with the prim little tabby sitting across from him, sipping her tea with genteel grace. A heightened awareness of her every move thrummed through his veins in defiance of all rational understanding. Griffin did not have a spinster fetish, nor did he care for innocent and virginal maidens. Justine Brightmore was both, and that unfortunate combination was exacerbated by the fact that she clearly disapproved of him as he thoroughly as he did her.