Karen’s Killer Book Bench: Once A Rake by Eileen Dreyer

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ONCE A RAKE by EILEEN DREYER

Book Blurb
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All he wants is her help . . .

Colonel Ian Ferguson may be a rake, but he’s no traitor. Accused of trying to kill the Duke of Wellington, the disgraced Scotsman is now a fugitive-from the law, the army, and the cunning assassin who hunts him. Wounded and miles from his allies, Ian finds himself at the mercy of an impoverished country wife. The spirited woman is achingly beautiful . . . and hiding some dangerous secrets of her own.

All she needs is his heart . . .

She was a child nobody wanted. Now for Lady Sarah Clarke, holding on to her vanished husband’s crumbling estate is her final chance to earn respectability. She knows that hiding the devastatingly handsome Ferguson will jeopardize her home. Common sense demands that she turn him in. But a single, delirious kiss shatters her resolve . . . and awakens a passion that neither of them can escape.

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 ONCE A RAKE by EILEEN DREYER

EXCERPT

Prologue

October 1815

Later, no one would be able to agree as to exactly what happened on the HMS Reliance that night. The witnesses were too many and the action too sudden to gain a coherent story.

What everyone did agree on was that about two hours after dusk, the Duke of Wellington came up on the deck of the ship, a fast brig that was carrying him home from France. Surrounded by several of his staff, the very recent hero of Waterloo and Military Governor of France was in an excellent mood, the distinctive bray of his laugh carrying out over the choppy water as he cupped his hands to light a cigarillo. The waxing moon slung a thin necklace of diamonds across the water, and the wind was freshening. Off to port, the coast of Dorset appeared a black void against the diamond-rich sky, which put them two days out of the port of London.

The second fact no one could dispute was that when the group came up on deck, one man could easily be distinguished among them. Standing well over six feet, Colonel Ian Ferguson of the Black Watch towered over his commander. It wasn’t only his height which made him memorable. Even in the uncertain light of the night-running lanterns, his hair shone like fire, and his shoulders were as wide as a Yule log.

In the few days he’d been with the Duke, Ferguson had proved himself to be loud, funny, fierce and uncompromising. And even though he proclaimed himself a loyal Scot, he swore he was Wellington’s man. Which was why it was so puzzling that he would pull out a gun and point it right at the duke.

“A gun!” someone yelled. “To the duke!”

Chaos erupted on the deck. Men scattered, shouting warnings and commands. Others threw themselves in front of the great man. Swords were drawn. Several men must have had guns, because suddenly there was a staccato pop-pop-popping. Acrid puffs of smoke cut visibility, and the ship heeled a bit as the steersman ran to help. Some men prayed, one wept, and the Duke of Wellington, much as he had on innumerable battlefields, stood his ground, a cigarillo in hand and a bemused expression on his face.

“What the devil?” he demanded, looking down to where a man lay still on the deck at his feet.

The deck stilled suddenly, the smoke writhing about the men and sharpening the air as the sails flapped uselessly above them. Bare feet thundered below as the crew roused to the alarm.

“He tried to shoot you!” one of his aides accused, already on the run to the railings.

“What?” Wellington barked, his focus still down. “Simmons here? Don’t be ridiculous. Get more lamps lit. Let’s see what’s going on here.”

There was no question but that Simmons was dead. A sluggish pool of black blood spread out from behind his head, and his eyes stared open and fixed on the heavens. One of the crew retrieved the man’s pistol from his outstretched hand and stood.

“No, sir,” he said. “The villain went over the side!”

“Who?” Wellington demanded, finally turning to look.

“That Scotsman. The one who tried to shoot you!”

“Ferguson?” Wellington stopped on the spot. “Bollocks.”

One of his newer aides, the Honorable Eldon Stricker, stepped out of the shadows, holding onto a bleeding arm. “Saw him myself, Your Grace. Pointed that popper right at you.”

Wellington pointed at the body on the deck. “And Simmons here?”

Everyone looked around, as if seeking someone with answers.

“He must have gotten in the way of Ferguson’s bullet,” Stricker said. “I shot the Scot. Where is he?”

Two people pointed over the side of the ship. One of Wellington’s staff pocketed Simmon’s pistol. The bo’sun ran up with several lighted lanterns, which cast an eerie, wavering light over the scene.

“Well, find him,” Wellington demanded. “I’ll be in my cabin.”

All came to attention as he passed, but Wellington didn’t seem to notice. He seemed preoccupied, shaking his head slightly, as if wiping something away. More than one sailor commented that he looked sadder at the news of who his attacker was than the fact that he’d been attacked at all.

“Hard aport!” the captain bellowed, and men scrambled into the rigging. The ship heeled again, more sharply. “Man the halyards! Prepare to shorten sail!”

Beneath the quick little ship, the water of the channel passed in choppy, frothed waves. The wind was stiff this night, ten knots from the northeast. Any man out in that water would be sorry.

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Ian Ferguson was damn sorry. Bobbing up like a punctured cork, he shook the water from his eyes and looked up at the slowing ship, a hand pressed to the sharp ache in his chest. He couldn’t figure out what had just happened. He’d come up on deck to share a cigar with Wellington. The next thing he knew, that little riathache Stricker was pointing a gun at the general.

Ian had reacted instinctively, pulling his own gun and firing at Stricker. There were immediately guns everywhere, a succession of shots, and suddenly he’d been knocked hard in the chest and catapulted right over the railings. He’d hit the cold channel water with barely a splash.

Did he save Wellington? Had he hit Stricker? God and the Bruce, he hoped so.

Come to think of it, what about that hit to his chest? Kicking hard to stay above the swells, he took a second to look down. He wasn’t sure what he expected to see in the dark water. Blood, maybe. There was a hole in his jacket; he put his finger through it. No injury, though, except for a tender spot over his ribs. He was breathing well and didn’t feel that awful disintegration that came with real injury.

“There he is!” somebody shouted above him.

Ian looked up to see the lighter being hoist out. A bouquet of heads appeared at the rail, haloed by the thin light of the lanterns. Ian lifted a hand to wave. He heard a sharp snapping sound, and the water near him leapt. Ian froze. Hell and damnation, they were firing at him!

He opened his mouth to shout. Another gun fired.

“Shouldn’t we get him on board?” Ian heard from the first officer.

“And waste time with a court martial?” came the furious answer.

Ian cursed. He hadn’t killed Stricker after all. Now he had to find a way to prove that it was Stricker who had fired the first shot. That Stricker’s cabin was where he’d found the flask. The flask that should have been back at Horse Guards. The flask that he’d…

Ian laid his hand back against his chest. He smiled. No wonder he hadn’t been hurt. The silver flask wouldn’t hold a dram anymore, but sure, he bet it held a flattened bullet.

So, Stricker wanted him dead. He’d just see about that.

“Reloaded, sir,” came the faint call.

“Get him before the moon disappears.”

Ian saw the muzzle lowered over the side. A Brown Bess. He sucked in a lungful of air and dove. The pain and the crack came at the same moment. Blast. The bastard had hit him. The air whooshed out of his lung and Ian sank.

This time he didn’t come up.

読書  Eileen Dreyer, Author….

2013 sees RITA Hall of Fame, New York Times Bestselling author Eileen continuing her critical acclaimed foray into historical romance with ONCE A RAKE, the fourth of the Drake’s Rakes series. Rake begins the second trilogy which follows the graduates of the aptly named Last Chance Academy when each finds herself crossing swords with Drake’s Rakes. Eileen spent time not only in England and Italy, but India to research the series (it’s a filthy job, but somebody has to do it).

A retired trauma nurse, Eileen lives in her native St. Louis with her husband, children, and large and noisy Irish family, of which she is the reluctant matriarch. She has animals but refuses to subject them to the limelight.

Dreyer won her first publishing award in 1987, being named the best new Contemporary Romance Author by RT Bookclub. Since that time she has also garnered not only five other writing awards from RT, but five RITAs and the RWA Hall of Fame. Since extending her reach to suspense, she has also garnered a coveted Anthony Award nomination.

A frequent speaker at conferences, she maintains membership in Romance Writers of America, Sisters in Crime, Mystery Writers of America, and, just in case things go wrong, Emergency Nurses Association and International Association of Forensic Nurses.

Eileen is an addicted traveler, having sung in some of the best Irish pubs in the world, and admits she sees research as a handy way to salve her insatiable curiosity. She counts film producers, police detectives and Olympic athletes as some of her sources and friends. She’s also trained in forensic nursing and death investigation, although she doesn’t see herself actively working in the field, unless this writing thing doesn’t pan out.

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Links to Eileen’s website, blog, books, etc.

Buy Links for Once A Rake:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Once-Drakes-Rakes-Eileen-Dreyer/dp/1455519324/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1368208125&sr=8-2&keywords=Once%2Ba%2Brake

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/once-a-rake-eileen-dreyer/1114701207?ean=9781455519323

Books A Million: http://www.booksamillion.com/p/Once-Rake/Eileen-Dreyer/9781455519323?id=5682086893943

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**SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT:  Eileen will give away an autographed copy of ONCE A RAKE to one of her lucky readers who comments on her Monday Interview or Wednesday Book Bench blogs!!  Don’t miss this chance to read this story!!  Thanks, Eileen, for sharing your stories with us!

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7 Responses to Karen’s Killer Book Bench: Once A Rake by Eileen Dreyer

  1. Jan K says:

    In the words of George Takei: Oh, my!! That looks like a fun book. Can’t wait to see what happens next!

  2. Kimberly R says:

    OOOO Thanks so much for the awesome post! So looking forward to reading this…

  3. debbie mccreay says:

    The book sounds great. Hope I win because I’ve way over spent these last few weeks. Lol All the new releases sound so good!

  4. Jeanne Miro says:

    Hi Kieran and Eileen!

    I’ve been reading Eileen’s books ever since she released Barely A Lady and they’re not to be missed!

    One reason I love my Kindle so much is that I can pre-order her books and they “magically” appear on my Kindle as soon as they are released! so Once a Rake was automatically downloaded on my Kindle on October 29th last year!

    Kieran,don’t enter me in your giveaway since I already have it but I wanted to let everyone know if they haven’t read any of Eileens’s other stories yet they won’t want to miss Once A Rake (and then go back and buy all of her books that they didn’t have a chance to get when they were first released because their still availalbe!).

  5. Glenda says:

    I’m with Jeanne Miro in that I’ve already read Once A Rake and it’s straight out wonderful! Actually, I’ve read Barely a Lady as well–also a great book!! (I’m missing books 2 and 3 in the series.)

    Don’t enter me in the contest, but get the series. 🙂

  6. Diane Patricia Diamond says:

    Hello ladies,

    Many thanks for this review of “Once a Rake”. This is really weird since I just finished reading this last night (actually, early hours of this morning). I thoroughly enjoyed it, and can’t wait to read the next book in the series.

    Good luck to everybody, and Happy New Year to all. 🙂

  7. ki pha says:

    Super love the excerpt!!!! I can’t wait for more~

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