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Summer is here and I've got tons of news!

PLEASURING THE PIRATE will soon sail into a bookstore near you! My swashbuckling hero hits the shelves July 29th, but you can reserve your very own pirate today by pre-ordering now!

Reviewers say . . .   "Bryan's touches of humor, naughty, bawdy dialogue and colorful descriptions capture the era, adding dimension to this charming tale of a landlocked pirate, the hellion who tames him and their wild adventure. The heat rises as their escapades sizzle, and readers' hearts will race to the delightful conclusion." ~RTBookReviews

Catch PLEASURING THE PIRATE on Barbara Vey's Publishers Weekly Blog

DISTRACTING THE DUCHESS is still making friends around the globe. I recently did an interview with Paul Norman, a UK reviewer.

"Distracting the Duchess is one of those rare books that could well turn into a modern erotic classic. I found it utterly delightful, funny, risqué and very well constructed.  You'll want to read it twice in quick succession." ~ BooksMonthly

Since many readers are also aspiring writers, I've updated my website with more content. Under Writers Corner, you'll find several linked pages designed to help YOU!

SILK DREAMS, one of my dramatic epics written as Diana Groe, is off to Moscow! The foreign rights have sold to Moy Mir, a Russian publisher. In fact, this makes the 5th language for my work~German, Dutch, Italian, Russian and of course, English. Enter my contest to win a signed copy and some Ghiradelli chocolate from my upcoming trip to San Francisco!

And now, exclusively for my newsletter subscribers, here's a peek at a scene from PLEASURING THE PIRATE! Jacquelyn Wren has been schooling Gabriel Drake in the proper way to woo a lady. Now he's about to give her a lesson in swordplay with a wager on the outcome she suspects will have her giving ground.

She growled low in the back of her throat and lunged. He parried her thrust and danced back a step.

“Tsk, Mistress. You’re rushing your fences again. Much as there is to commend unbridled passion, there’s more to be said for control.” He loosed a string of light blows that had her giving ground, though she turned his blade each time.

She drew a deep breath and returned his assault in a more measured and effective way.

“Much better,” he said with a smug grin. “I’m delighted to find you so apt a pupil.”

“Perhaps it is you who will be schooled, my lord,” she said with a deft flick of her blade that he barely managed to meet. “What is your wager?”

“First touch on the torso wins. If I manage to penetrate your defenses, all I demand is the truthful answer to one question,” he said.

She narrowed her eyes at him. Something about the way he said ‘penetrate your defenses’ made all sorts of unsuitable images spring to her mind. The kind of images that tingled her nipples. “And what might that question be?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” His sinful smile would have tempted a saint. “Not knowing is part of the wager. Do you accept?”

She nodded warily. “And if I win?”

“What do you want most?” his silky baritone rumbled through her.

You, a dark part of her being clamored. His black eyes sent forbidden thoughts rushing through her brainpan and heat flared in her belly. An image burned across her vision . . . of the unpredictable, utterly male Lord Drake pressing her against the ancient stone walls . . . with her skirt hiked to her waist. She shook off her inner wanton and forced a scowl. Of the all men in the world for her to lose her battle with lust over, why must it be this bloody pirate?

“If I win,” she said, schooling her voice into bland evenness, “I want you never to seek private speech with me again.”

“An acceptable wager. Besides, speech is highly over-rated,” Gabriel said. “There are plenty of things we can do with each other that don’t involve talking at all.”

“You are purposely misunderstanding me,” she accused.

“No, I understand you far better than you think, Mistress.”

That’s what she feared most.

“In earnest, then.” Gabriel Drake brought his sword before his face in salute. “Defend yourself, Miss Wren, for this is a contest I don’t intend to lose."

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Have a wonderful summer!

Emily

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