Romantic Teaser from Betrothed
Betrothed Launched globally 14th February and is #1 Best New Release in Russian Literature.
It was in the Once Upon a Christmas Wedding Anthology from Mid Oct 2019 – Mid January 2020 where it received reviews like this one from Estela on Goodreads that made my day!!
THE RUSSIAN BETROTHAL by Elsa Holland
Starring Miss Georgina Franklin and Prince Vladimir Demetri James Petroski.
Long time childhood betrothal…. in disguise trope.
Holy babushka, Batman… this story was so freaken hot…. and wowza those postcards!! I tooooootally ugly cried AF!! I loved everything about this story… and I loved every second that I spent reading about Georgie and Demetri’s road to HEA!!
Georgie is the kind of heroine that I love… she is strong and feisty and fights for what she wants. She had so many little defiant moments that I kept shouting “huzzah” for her.
Demetri is all kinds of delicious!! He has to choose between his growing attraction for Georgie and family obligations. Awww man!! Ya gotta love a tortured and conflicted hero… they are the yummiest!!
So many misunderstandings that they had to weed through, but these two couldn’t fight their attraction for each other. They were so beautiful together…. they made my toes curl!!
This is my first Elsa Holland story and I’m about to check out all her titles!! I’m putting her on my “New Favorite Author of 2020” list!! Can’t wait to read more books from her!!
That feeling of vertigo returned, the one she got when she stepped off a cliff, like going to The Velvet Basement, like showing him the image. She tentatively lifted her hand, like she might to a wild beast, not wanting it to shy away and not wanting to get bitten either, and let her fingers hover over his lips.
“Demetri?” her voice was a whisper. “Can I….?”
He made a sound, a beautiful pained sound she took as assent and lightly touched his lips. A quick glance up into those black pupils, he wasn’t shocked, annoyed or angry. Georgie took in a shaky breath and her touch deepened, a soft press against the fullness of hips mouth, a glide across its surface. It was much, much softer than she imagined, lips firm, full and soft.
Every nerve was suddenly alive, vibrating. A cacophony of communication as if she had swallowed a beehive. Rational thoughts had long left. What drove her was something far more primitive. And unbelievably delicious.
His hand came around her wrist, she stilled for a moment and when he didn’t stop her, she continued. Fingers traced the seam of his mouth, back and forth, and then she stopped, took a shuddering breath and pressed her finger between his lips.
The tip touched teeth which parted, dragged over the top of her finger as she gently and slowly pressed in and touched his tongue.
His hand tightened around her wrist.
Georgie held her breath. Her finger encircled and encased in the soft, damp, heat of his mouth.
The air between them so tight.
And then he sucked. Aching need blossomed between her legs. A throbbing want pulsed and lured her with all kinds of promises. Inexplicable feelings washed through her making her aware of everything…her nipples as they pressed against fabric, her breasts aching to be touched, the emptiness between her legs, especially there, at the hot center of her sex.
The roses were waiting for her alongside the morning papers. Georgie went instead to the breakfast servery. Which Petroski brother had sent the flowers? No one else had cause to send them. Would it be a thank you for the dinner the night before from Demetri or an apology from Vladimir? Bacon, a poached egg, grilled tomatoes, wilted spinach and toast arranged on her plate, she sat, flower card in hand. Tea poured, she opened the envelope and drew out the card:
Good morning Miss Georgina,
The dinner was delightful and the company more so, a man couldn’t wish for a more accomplished and charming sister in-law.
Foolish, how she warmed at the sentiment; how she felt only the smallest disappointment that Vladimir had not sent them. She was halfway through breakfast before she picked up the paper. As was her habit, she scanned the headlines as she made her way to the gossip column. She bet herself a crumpet with honey that her betrothed featured there again.
Finally, the moment arrived when there was nothing to do but turn the page, sight targeting on the evil little column, brace and read…read and re-read.
The Petroski Brothers reigned the night at Madam Debuverey’s salon. The writer was informed that the salon was introduced to a range of Russian salon games which, rumor has it, touched the lips of many a female salon member, especially the elusive and beautiful widow. Invites abound as the Petroski brothers spend their last few nights in the city.
Georgie, slapped butter and honey on her toasted crumpet, ripped it apart with her teeth and masticated it into oblivion….brothers. She picked up the nasty little column and read it again. And, sure as eggs, there it was again, the Petroski brothers.
Her father came into the dining room whistling, “Morning sweet-cheeks. Paper? Anything of note?” He piled his plate with kippers, sausage, bacon, eggs, tomatoes, mushrooms and pan-fried potatoes. Then stepped towards the table.
“Spinach!” Georgie growled.
“Yes, yes must have been an oversight.” He placed a few leaves on his plate.
“Don’t make me come over there, father.”
He enlarged the portion of spinach.
From BETROTHED ~ A Russian Betrothal!
Scanning her attire, her chest tightened. The Russian embroidered blouse suddenly looked like an overeager mistake. The red jacket with the epaulets flashed in her mind, it would have looked so much smarter. She would change. He had made her wait; he could wait a further ten minutes.
Georgie walked briskly to the stairs and started up them as the parlor door opened.
“Ah, there you are Georgie,” her father called, and her fingers curled into her palms. This clearly was not going to be her best day.
Georgie turned to face the parlor door and in an instant, over her father’s shoulder, she locked gazes with her betrothed. Her father’s voice faded as a cacophony of sensations burst under her skin and her legs turned oddly weak. She gripped the railing tighter to steady herself, to stop from turning into a pool of aspic as she stared.
His return stare raced to fill every corner of her being. She was no longer in the overeager blouse. She was entirely exposed; heart, body and soul, in the most alarming and yet delicious way. There would be no defenses against this man. There would be no protecting her heart from him as he had, in a very instant, sucked it straight out of her too-tight chest and taken it captive.
2018 and 2019 were very busy years for me in the other areas of my life. My plan to deliver The Fur Heart to you has slowed somewhat but the story is one I am sure you will love, hopefully making it worth the wait. It is making excellent progress, as is the second in The Painted Sisters series – Painted Strength. I will start to share more of these two stories with you in the coming months. They are neck for neck on word count so it will be whichever pips the other to the post which one you get to read first.
The upside is that I actually have quite a few things already in the works that are scheduled for 2020 and early 2021.
The 1st is a stand alone release early Feb of Betrothed, originally titled, The Russian Betrothal, in the Once Upon a Christmas Wedding Anthology that ran from Mid Oct 2019 to Mid January 2020. I am adding some delicious new content for those of you who loved Georgie and Demetri’s story and want to share a bit more of their journey (watch out some some wriggle in your seat snippets over the next couple of weeks before that goes live!). You can read the 1st chapter HERE
I am also madly working on a mid-year surprise!