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Monday, May 2, 2016

Release Blast & #Giveaway for Behind the Marquess's Mask by Kristen McLean


Welcome to my stop on the Release Blast, presented by Tasty Book Tours, for Behind the Marquess’s Mask by Kristen McLean.  Please leave a comment or question for Kristen to let her know you stopped by.  You may enter her tour wide giveaway, where one (1) randomly chosen commenter will be awarded a $15 Amazon eGift Card, by filling out the Rafflecopter form below.  You may visit all of the stops on the tour by clicking on the banner above, the more stops you visit, the better your odds of winning. 

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BEHIND THE MARQUESS'S MASK
The Lords of Whitehall #1
Kristen McLean
Released April 30th, 2016
Young Ink Press


Even the mask of an expert spy is no defense against his own heart.

With a reputation as dark as his appearance, Greydon Sharpe, the Marquess of Ainsley, ought to have been the last agent assigned to the daughter of a well-respected Member of Parliament. However, when she is brutally attacked and left for dead, it becomes clear he is the only one with the skills to keep her alive. All it will take are a few lies to keep her breathing long enough to capture the villain. Then he can send her on her way. If she would only behave herself, he might be able to complete his mission before she turns his contentedly miserable life into a chaotic mess.

Marriage is not an option … until it is.

Lady Kathryn Bryant, the adventure-seeking socialite, has no plans to behave. Kathryn would much rather spend her time in subterfuge, nabbing villains and finding clues. However, when her memory is lost in an attack, she has little choice but to trust the handsome Marquess. Though she is almost certain he is hiding something, she is helpless against his disarming smile and warm touch. Eventually, his lies will come to the surface, leaving only one question: Is England’s deadliest spy equipped to save a broken heart?

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Grey didn’t bat an eyelash as he stared down the barrel twenty feet ahead of him. Surely, Bexley couldn’t be that good of a shot. The man’s hand shook something awful. Perhaps he might get an arm or even a shoulder at this range if he were lucky. There was only a small chance he would get a fatal shot off. Still, there was a chance, and the last thing Kathryn needed was someone else shot and killed in front of her.

“Kathryn, you need to leave,” Grey ordered softly.

“Absolutely not!” she protested.

“Kathryn,” Grey said patiently with a slight tremble. “For once in your life, listen to me.”

For the first time in a long time, he had no desire to die, but if he did die, he could not allow her to witness it.

“No!” Kathryn spat out defiantly, stepping out into the middle of the room between the two adversaries.

Grey blanched of all color as he stared at her, crippled with fear before torrid fury took over.

“Kathryn, what the bloody hell do you think you are doing?”

Kathryn frowned at him as if she was the one who ought to be angry. Then she turned to face Bexley, who looked more than a little annoyed.

The voice of reason piped up from behind Grey.

“Kathryn, you really should not see this,” Nick advised.

“I am not leaving.” Her simple, quiet refusal only seemed to unnerve Bexley, who was still aiming straight at Grey’s heart, the heart Kathryn was standing in front of.

“You don’t want me to waste my bullet on you, now, do you?” Bexley spat out as his hand flexed over the gun anxiously. “Move aside!” Bexley stomped his foot to emphasize his point, and a small explosion rent the air.




Kristen has always had a love of novels, with a special place in her heart for historical romance. After reading enough of them to fill a rather impressive library, she decided to write her own. Now she has the pleasure of writing at home, tucked away in a forest with her husband, two children and her cat. Her husband is loving, and impressively patient, her two beautiful children strive to embarrass and exhaust her, and her cat hates everyone, but tolerates—well, she tolerates whoever will feed her.



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