Just saw my ad for LADY GALLANT in the lovely holiday issue of STILL MOMENTS MAGAZINE
Thank you Darlene Fedette for the opportunity and the beautiful layout. http://stillmomentsezine.blogspot.com/
Lady Gallant is set during the holiday season and is the perfect read for winter. Hunker down and cozy up and go along with Josephine Posey as she heads off to the Black Sea with Florence Nightingale to tend the wounded in the Crimean War.
The hero, Garrick Allen, a reporter for the Times, is one of England's first war correspondents. He'll win your heart as well as Josie's as he champians the soldiers and tries his hardest to let the people back home know exactly what is going on.
From the charge of the Light Brigade, to the backstreets of Constantople, there is intrigue waiting for you. And even black market schemes and bombs bursting in air can't stop the passion waiting for Josie and Garrick.
Praise for Lady Gallant:
Praise for Lady Gallant:
“A very romantic Victorian love story,
circa 1854 set during the Crimean War.
Rifkin’s novel is epic in scope, meticulously
researched and finely detailed. A genuinely
sweet romance married to an exciting
war/espionage story.”
~RT Magazine
“I was intrigued at the possibility that this story
might offer something fresh. I was not disappointed.
Reading Lady Gallant was a pleasure. The characters
are relatable and the romance is touching. I highly
recommend it to any fan of historical romance.”
~Long and Short Reviews
Disowned by her father and still mourning the death of her fiancé, Josephine Posey joins Florence Nightingale’s brigade of nurses bound for the Black Sea . Thousands of British soldiers desperately await these angels of mercy and a new life awaits Josie. Amidst the chaos of death and despair, she finds a spark of hope, lighting the flame once more inside her soul.
In search of the truth, Garrick Allen, one of Britain Crimean Peninsula
Excerpt:
She wore no corset, only a camisole, and the curve of her firm breasts threatened to spill up and over the sleek fabric.
Dazzled by the riotous accumulation of lace, roses, and ribbons, Garrick's gaze drifted lazily over her form, the combination of his prim image of Josie and the erotic under-things she wore exploded into a conflict of unexpected sensations—delightfully unsettling.
“You’re quite bold in your choice of fashion,” he pointed out with a smile, as he envied the silk that caressed her in places he longed to touch.
Doubt shadowed her expression. “Does it leave something to be desired?”
“Oh yes, I dare say it does.”
“What?” she demanded petulantly.
“Only you,” he reassured.
A naughty smile was her only reply. The expression didn’t appear to be practiced
or contrived. He ached a little more with wanting her.
“You’re so beautiful.”
She glanced down almost as if embarrassed or unbelieving. He tipped up her chin, forcing her gaze to meet and mingle with his. “Take off the rest of your dress,” he whispered.
Like a cat uncurling from a sweet dream, she rose to stand before him. Then she slipped her thumbs under the fabric that hung gathered about her hips and with a slight bit of encouragement, the quilted taffeta slid downward over the wonderful curve of her bottom. The fabric billowed to the floor and pooled around her ankles.
Lady Gallant is available at The Wild Rose Press in paperback or e-book.
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