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The Legend of Lyon Redmond
Pennyroyal Green #11
Julie Anne Long
Releasing Sept 29th, 2015
Avon Books
Bound
by centuries of bad blood, England’s two most powerful
families maintain a veneer of civility...until the heir to the staggering
Redmond fortune disappears, reviving rumors of an ancient curse: a Redmond and
an Eversea are destined to fall disastrously in love once per generation.
An enduring legend
Rumor
has it she broke Lyon Redmond’s heart. But while many a man has since wooed the
dazzling Olivia Eversea, none has ever won her—which is why jaws drop when she
suddenly accepts a viscount’s proposal. Now London waits with bated breath for
the wedding of a decade…and wagers on the return of an heir.
An eternal love
It
was instant and irresistible, forbidden...and unforgettable. And Lyon—now a
driven, dangerous, infinitely devastating man—decides it’s time for a
reckoning. As the day of her wedding races toward them, Lyon and Olivia will
decide whether their love is a curse destined to tear their families part...or
the stuff of which legends are made.
Then again, indirectly,
Lord Lavay and his friend the Earl of Ardmay were indirectly the reason Lyon
still walked the earth, and they had sacrificed a fortune in reward money to
allow him to walk away. Though Lyon primarily had his sister, Violet, to thank
for that. Men will do things for women they wouldn’t otherwise in their right
minds do.
No one knew that better
than Lyon.
“I’m glad,” he said, at
last. Curtly. But he meant it. Lavay was a good man, and Lyon had learned that
good men were too scarce, and the loss of one was a loss for all.
Lavay was also the only
man in the world who knew where to find Lyon Redmond right now. And one of the
very few people in the world who knew him by his three identities: The real
one. The assumed one.
And the one that could get
him hanged.
Even if this message was a
trap to lure him back to Sussex or into the Crown’s custody, it mattered
little. Lyon had become a man who could elude or escape any trap, by any means
necessary.
In all likelihood this
message was Lavay’s way of discharging a debt of honor.
“Lord Lavay is a fine man,
the finest I know, sir,” the footman maintained stoutly, into the silence. “He
married his housekeeper. Mrs. Fountain.”
This was startling.
“Did he, now? Quite the
epidemic of marriage in Sussex lately, isn’t there?”
Lyon said this so bitterly
everyone blinked as if he’d flicked something caustic into their eyes.
He drew in a long breath.
“And where is Lord Lavay
at this very moment, Ramsey?”
“I expect he’s still in
Pennyroyal Green sir, a village in Sussex, where I left him. You see, given
that he’s newly married and … well, he’s quite taken a shine to the place.
Right nice town, it is,” he extemporized, brightening.
“Is it?” Lyon said with
such flat and brutal irony that his crew swiveled toward him in surprise, eyes
wide.
He was beginning to alarm
them.
He was beginning to alarm
himself.
Because for the first time
in years time Lyon wasn’t certain what he wanted to do.
Damn Olivia Eversea,
anyway.
She’d knocked his world
off its axis from that first moment in the ballroom, when she’d turned to him
and smiled, and …
Even now. Even now the
memory of that smile could stop his breath.
Julie Anne Long originally set out to be a rock star when she grew up, and she has the guitars and the questionable wardrobe stuffed in the back of her closet t prove it. When playing to indifferent crowds at midnight in dank clubs lost its, ahem, charm, she realized she could incorporate all of the best things about being in a band—namely, drama, passion and men with unruly hair—into novels, while at the same time indulging her love of history and research. So she made the move from guitar to keyboard (the computer variety) and embarked on a considerably more civilized, if not much more peaceful, career as a novelist.
Julie lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with a fat orange cat. (Little known fact: they issue you a cat the minute you become a romance novelist.)
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