New Release - Romancing Rebecca - by January Bain [Brass Ring Sorority, bk 3] #RomanticSuspense

I'm delighted to have back a special guest to this blog and a fellow Canuck to boot, the lovely January Bain, is here with the latest addition to the Brass Ring Sorority series, Romancing Rebecca. Take it away, January!  

Good Morning Kymmie,

Thanks so much for having me visit with you and your friends on your blog today! My newest release, Romancing Rebecca, is a very special book and dear to my heart because it's in honor of my brilliant editor, Rebecca Fairfax. It's her story that's featured this time round in my Brass Ringers Sorority series. However, she says she doesn't know how to ride a motorcycle like her doppelganger does in the story, but I think she's just being modest. :-) Wishing everyone a great day!

Hugs, January

Book three in the Brass Ring Sorority series

Think being a romance writer makes the road to true love smoother? Think again.

Canadian romance writer Rebecca Fairfax thinks a few months living in an English castle will allow her to test out her research theories about the castle and get new material for her writing. Oh, and she’ll be able to carry out her Brass Ring Sorority sisters’ dare to kiss a duke, too. Only, the whole experience ends up changing her life in a way she could never have seen coming…

Ash Piers isn’t interested in peerage and titles. He’s a freewheeling playboy who’s adopted a hedonistic lifestyle after a disastrous love affair. He thinks the upstart Canadian is a gold-digger of the worst kind, kissing his father, the Duke of Piers, on first greeting, then getting engaged to him a moment later! But, damn, he’s attracted to the woman who’s living in his home for the summer. How’s he, a red-blooded Englishman, supposed to keep his hands off her as propriety and family demand?

But with the castle lurching from one crisis to another, Ash and Rebecca have to work together to ensure his family make it through events that threaten to tear everyone apart. And when an ancient and deadly danger looms, both Ash and Rebecca are forced to conquer all fear—physical and emotional…

Part madcap caper, part serious treasure hunting, the Brass Ringers never fail to entertain or get their way!

“Oh, my God. I’m driving the wrong way!” Rebecca Fairfax quit staring at the lovely wildflowers growing in profusion by the side of the country road and hit the brakes—hard—skidding the back wheel of her cherry-red Honda Gold Wing motorcycle to an abrupt halt.

“Damn it, why can’t everyone the world over commit to driving on the same darn side of the road?” she muttered from under her safety helmet, using her foot to help rotate the heavy bike around to face the correct way. Running late, check. Needing to use the bathroom, check. Losing my bloody mind, as evidenced by my accepting the Ringers’ dare to kiss a duke, check and mate.

After backtracking for a mile, she noted the brown tourist road sign she’d missed the first time. Castle Piers, next exit, with an image of a castle outlined in white. Sixty seconds later she made the turn, loving the sensation of the huge bike vibrating between her thighs while the world lived close, the air sweet with the aroma of honeysuckle, the wind caressing the bare skin of her cheeks. Riding a bike made being human different, somehow more raw and real. No other form of travel could compete. And, thanks to Lacey’s William James Thornton Ш, the powerful bike had been waiting at the five-star hotel when Rebecca had arrived in glorious London last night.

Then Castle Piers came into view and the oh my God stuck in her throat. Perfection. Surrounded by a vast moat stippled with water lilies and swans a-floating? She half expected the Lady of the Lake to rise and present her with Excalibur. Mesmerized, she rolled back on the throttle, bringing the bike to a standstill, bracing it with her feet and turning off the motor. She kicked out the back stand, and, with one booted foot outstretched to add stability to the motorcycle, leaned back in the leather saddle, determined to take the time to drink in the awesome sight. The sweet, fresh fragrance of early summer assailed her senses and she tipped her head back, eyes closed.

Romancing Rebecca Reviews

Wow!

Romancing Rebecca packed a one-two punch of awesomeness. The romance between the smart and capable heroine and a handsome English Earl is more than enough to keep any reader captivated but then…boom! Out comes the mystery and intrigue. Throughout Rebecca’s journey, vivid descriptions put me in the moment as if I were the one running through a damp, underground tunnel or racing through the English countryside on a motorbike, all while leading me deeper into the story. The forbidden attraction between the Earl and his ailing father’s “fiancé” is steamy and satisfying and culminates with a beautiful HEA. Kudos to January Bain. –Sierra Brave

A terrific addition to the Brass Ringers Series!

I’m a huge fan of January Bain so when I saw an ARC copy of book three in the Brass Ringers series was available for review on the Booksprout Ap, I jumped at the chance to grab my free copy in exchange for an honest review. I was not disappointed. I loved Romancing Rebecca just as much as I enjoyed the first two books in the series if not more. As always, Mrs. Bain delivered a smoking hot romance within an intriguing mystery filled with suspense. From the irrepressible Dowager to the villainess who is literally off her meds, the MC is surrounded by a cast of interesting and well-written characters. The story can stand alone without reading the other books, but I recommend them all!  -Shannon

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January Bain has wished on every falling star, every blown-out birthday candle, and every coin thrown in a fountain to be a storyteller. To share the tales of high adventure, mysteries, and full blown thrillers she has dreamed of all her life. The story you now have in your hands is the compilation of a lot of things manifesting itself for this special series. Hundreds of hours spent researching the unusual and the mundane have come together to create books that features strong women who live life to the fullest, wild adventures full of twists and unforeseen turns, and hot complicated men who aren’t afraid to take risks. She can only hope her stories will capture your imagination.

If you are looking for January Bain, you can find her hard at work every morning without fail in her office with her furry baby, Ling Ling. And, of course, she’s married to the most romantic man! Who once famously remarked to her inquiry about buying fresh flowers for their home every week, “Give me one good reason why not?” Leaving her speechless and knocking her head against the proverbial wall for being so darn foolish. She loves flowers.

If you wish to connect in the virtual world she is easily found on Facebook. Oh, and she loves to talk books…

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Guest Post: Lust, danger and high adventure! by January Bain + a tease from New Release - Winning Casey

I'm thrilled to introduce the lovely, January Bain, who this week released the first book in the Brass Ring Sorority Series, Winning Casey. Congratulations, January and welcome!  

Winning Casey

Brass Ring Sorority, 1

by

January Bain

Publisher: Totally Bound

Lust, danger and high adventure!

Good Morning Everyone! I am so pleased to be visiting with Kymmie and friends today. 😊 I hope you’re are having a great day and would like to know more about my brand-new Brass Ringer Sorority series being published right now by Totally Bound Publishing. Winning Casey is the first book of eight planned and is the story I am thrilled to be sharing with the world for I poured my heart and soul into the telling of Truman and Casey’s awesome romance. And experienced many sleepless nights to boot.

The pair captured my imagination right from the beginning. Casey because her thirst for adventure rivals Cleopatra’s, and Truman’s because his intellect and white hat status is oh so-o southern gentleman. I do love a southern charmer. Whoa. And when the sparks fly, look out!

The story is set here in Canada, a caper-ish adventure with danger lurking at every corner. From crazy exes, to Devil Dogs, Winning Casey took my breath away with the pure scope of their far-flung exploits, as I followed every twist and turn of their story. I would imagine by now you can see how a book captures me, keeping me prisoner day and night until the full story is told.

But I wouldn’t have it any other way. I LOVE to tell stories. A timeless occupation that has obsessed me since Day One. And the research aspect, I love that too. Reading over a dozen books to grasp an understanding of Oak Island’s hidden treasure.

Did you know that many have speculated that hidden two hundred feet straight down into the bowels of the earth under the tiny Island off Nova Scotia’s frigid Atlantic coastline lies a treasure of priceless origin? Only whispered about? Perhaps the Holy Grail exits there or The Lost Arc? No one knows for sure, but lives and fortunes have been lost in the search. And it’s a dangerous search, have no doubt. And what they do find may break your heart…

I hope you will join me for the adventures of a group of eight women that share a common goal. To support each other and make their dreams come true!

I would like to thank all the wonderful people at Totally Bound Publishing for making my dreams come true. And a huge thank you to Rebecca Baker, an awesome editor and mentor! And of course, to the man responsible for everything, my husband Don, the best husband in the world and the muse for all my heroes!

Wishing everyone a great day and hope you find the time to read Winning Casey and maybe contact me if you have a question or two. I’m easy to find.

Think archeology is just dead bones? Think again

Headstrong archeologist Casey spends her life exploring the world for hidden treasure and ancient artifacts. A free spirit, her dedication to her calling means she’s often in conflict with the more narrow-minded higher-ups at the university where she’s employed as an associate professor. Timetables, rules, protocols—they all go out of the window when Casey’s on the hunt.

The inscrutable Professor Truman Harrison falls for Casey at first sight, literally, tumbling into a pit at her feet on first meeting. Now, if he, as Casey’s new, detested department head can just talk her into helping him search for the legendary treasure buried in the Money Pit of Oak Island, Nova Scotia, maybe he can also get her to fall into his bed. But first he needs to prove to her he’s not just another tunnel-visioned, box-ticking management ‘suit’.

But the romance of this scorching-hot couple proves to have all the twists, turns, false starts and trick corners of a multicursal labyrinth. Luckily, both Casey and Truman have no small skill and a little bit of practice in navigating those…

Part madcap caper, part serious treasure hunting, the Brass Ringers never fail to entertain or get their way!

Suddenly, the ground rumbled ominously beneath her feet. She froze. Listened. What the hell was going on? Earthquake? Something crashed-landed? Which direction? Unfreezing and spinning around on the spot, she looked intently for a clue as to what was happening. Did someone need help? Her heart beating wildly, she had no choice but to wait, unsure of which direction the sound had come from.

A loud shout. There.

She took off running, shoving the phone into her pocket, adrenaline coursing through her veins, feet pounding down the path.

She raced around a curve in the trail to find a sinkhole opening a meter away, the ground still tumbling.

“Holy shit!” she exclaimed, stopping dead in her tracks. Should she move any closer? Would she destabilize it even more? She backed off a couple of steps.

As the dust settled, a man emerged, standing upright in the pit. Not just any man, but a truly pissed-off one. She could only see him from the shoulders up until she moved in closer for a better view. He appeared unharmed.

“If you wouldn’t mind lending a hand, darlin’,” he said, his tone suggesting she was not being very helpful just standing there gawking. “Just in case this thing decides to settle even more.”

“Oh, yes, of course.” She extended her arm. The poor guy was covered in dust and debris. He grasped her hand, she gave a mighty pull and he scrambled up the side of the hole. He slipped at the last possible second on the unstable edge and tumbled forward, landing right smack on top of her.

Fuck. She went down with a thud, the breath whooshing from her lungs in a wild rush, his sudden closeness to her person a hell of a shook. The scent of cologne or aftershave, mingled with a natural underlying musk, washed over her as he lay prone on her body, his head cradled by her breasts. She stared into the bluest eyes ever as his startled glance locked with hers. A complete stranger, embracing her. Albeit a very handsome and hot one who gave off a tantalizing fragrance, if that made it any better.

The man had the grace to look even more horrified than her. When he seemed to realize his hands were on her person, and more specifically, squeezing one very sensitive breast, the nipple pebbling from the intimate contact, he extracted himself, got to his feet then bent to give her a hand up.

“My God, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” he apologized.

“I’m fine,” she croaked, swallowing hard. Her backpack had absorbed most of the fall.

He took a moment to shake and pound the soil off. Her hands trembled as she retrieved a water bottle. She drank deeply, offering a second bottle to him as she did so. He took it with a nod of thanks and downed half in one quick go.

“Wow,” she finally ventured. “That really was something.”

“Yeah, that was something all right,” he agreed. She got a better look at him as he emerged from his dust cocoon. Topping six feet two at least, he towered well above her, wide shoulders encased in a blue work shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, jeans hanging on narrow hips. His blue eyes blazed and his square jaw was tight. He reminded Casey of a young Robert Redford from the movie Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. Golden Boy. Sweet Jesus.

“Oh, goodness, I’m so sorry! What happened? Are you okay?” A voice intruded as a young man dressed in a beige uniform, clipboard in hand, expression aghast, rushed up. Oak Island Tours printed in white on his red baseball cap signified his occupation.

“What happened is a blasted pit opened up under my feet. And I nearly hurt this young lady by landing on top of her.”

“I’m so sorry…” The man looked down at his clipboard. “Professor Harrison. I didn’t get the chance to warn you. I was running late, oh, my goodness—you’re not going to sue the company or anything? I could lose my job.”

“Weren’t you off the marked path?” Casey interrupted, glancing over at a black backpack lying at the base of a pine tree at least ten feet off the trail.

“What? Uh, yes, okay. I did go over to look—”

“Well, then, you’d better not sue the tour company for your own negligence.”

“What in the world are you talking about? Who said anything about suing anybody?”

“Well, it was obviously your own fault.” A devil made her say it. Blame it on the last few confusing moments. Things needed to get back under control. Her control.

“My fault!”

“Yes, you strayed from the path, didn’t wait for the tour guide to give his safety speech.” She crossed her arms over her breasts, pursing her lips.

His blue eyes flashed and narrowed. “And you did? Why are you here, anyway?”

“I booked a private tour. A perfectly acceptable reason for being here, I believe.”

“I see you didn’t wait for the tour guide, either. Isn’t that a breach of the rules?” he noted, his jaw tightening.

The tour guide piped up, “Oh, I’m sorry about that. Apparently, I’m double-booked for a private tour today.”

“You sure are sorry about a lot of things today,” the guy muttered, not letting up on his scowl.

“Mr. Harrison,” she began.

“Truman,” he said.

“Truman Harrison,” she parroted. Wait. That name sounded familiar.

“Precisely, darlin’. And you are?”

“Uh, Casey Madison.” She appreciated his pronounced southern drawl. It sounded vastly more charming than her stark Canadian prairie flatlander accent. Even when pissed. Make that royally pissed.

The tour guide spoke up, glanced her way. “Casey Madison from the U of M. Right?”

“University of Manitoba?” Truman asked, furrowing his brow. He leaned forward, pulling something from her hair. He held out a dry bit of twig. She took a step backward, chewing on her bottom lip.

“Yeah, so?” She smoothed the braid curving its way down her breast. She regretted having tied a bright red ribbon around the blond ends that morning. She glanced at his hair, shining bright gold in the sunlight. Oh, yeah. A real pretty boy. And being a bit of a jackass.

“Department of Archeology?”

“Yeah?” Casey repeated.

“Don’t you think it only right and proper to welcome your new department head?”

Just. Fuckin’. Great.

Casey pressed her lips together into a grim line. Of all the people to run into here, in Nova Scotia, he would have been the seventh billion in plausible possibilities on her list. Was this payback for stealing Soapy’s Gold? Her fingers twitched to squeeze the life out of the stress-ball printed with the chancellor’s image, thoughtfully presented to her by a fellow Brass Ringer last Christmastime.

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January Bain has wished on every falling star, every blown-out birthday candle, and every coin thrown in a fountain to be a storyteller. To share the tales of high adventure, mysteries, and full blown thrillers she has dreamed of all her life. The story you now have in your hands is the compilation of a lot of things manifesting itself for this special series. Hundreds of hours spent researching the unusual and the mundane have come together to create a series that features strong women who don’t take life too seriously, wild adventures full of twists and unforeseen turns, and hot complicated men who aren’t afraid to take risks. She can only hope the stories of her beloved Brass Ringers will capture your imagination as you follow their exploits as much as they did when she wrote them.

If you are looking for January Bain, you can find her hard at work every morning without fail in her office with two furry babies trying to prove who does a better job of guarding the doorway. And, of course, she’s married to the most romantic man! Who once famously remarked to her inquiry about buying fresh flowers for their home every week, “Give me one good reason why not?” Leaving her speechless and knocking her head against the proverbial wall for being so darn foolish. She loves flowers.

If you wish to connect in the virtual world she is easily found on Facebook, twitter and writes a weekly blog about her journey on Blogger. Oh, and she loves to talk books…

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