The King of Threadneedle Street by Moriah Densley with Giveaway

THE KING OF THREADNEEDLE STREET

by Moriah Densley

BLURB

He owns three shipping companies, a diamond mine, and his own castle.

He knows Portuguese, Hindi, Mandarin and Morse code.

His assets net thirteen million.

Everyone thinks Andrew Tilmore, Lord Preston, the financial prodigy dubbed “The King of Threadneedle Street,” has it all, but he wants the one prize money can’t buy: his childhood sweetheart.

Alysia Villier can’t say if it’s worse having Andrew’s father in control of her inheritance or Andrew in control of her heart. He’s ruined her for any other man, but she simply can’t give in to him. She knows he’s destined for great things — marrying a courtesan’s daughter would jeopardize everything he stands for.

Keeping Alysia out of trouble and away from eager suitors becomes a cross-continental quest for Andrew, and he won’t be stopped by his old-fashioned family or the disapproval of the ton. After all, he’s a man with the power to play newspapers and investors like pawns, tumble world markets and incite riots… but can he win the biggest gamble of his life?

EXCERPT

Andrew Tilmore Lord Preston always assumed Alysia Villier, his childhood sweetheart would be his wife. The rest of the world — including Alysia — believes it’s impossible. Jealous Andrew simply can’t handle it when another man shows interest in her. Here’s what happens after the Duke of Belmont makes a pass at Alysia:

Belmont shot him a look of annoyance. Andrew squared his shoulders, glaring down at the duke, silently promising fire and brimstone if he didn’t yield. Finally Belmont gave a shallow bow and walked away.

Once he heard the door click shut, Andrew commented, “Well, that was enlightening.”

“I know you expect me to thank you, Lord Preston, but I am rather embarrassed.”

“He was about to force himself on you!”

Her voice rose, “I didn’t need rescuing.” Alysia rubbed the spot on her wrist where the duke had kissed it.

“Oh. I didn’t realize you wanted him to debauch you on the library sofa. Pardon me for interrupting your tryst!”

The furious crackle of her eyes was the only warning. Alysia drew back her fist and hit him hard in the jaw. His vision jarred, and jolts of pain shot through his teeth.

“Ow, Lisa. That hurt!” He rubbed his jaw. “Who taught you that nasty right hook?”

“You did, my lord.”

“Lisa! Stop calling me lord, or I will give you some horrid pet name such as Baby Cheeks or Sweet Lips and use it at the dinner table.”

“Oh? Then if you do, I will tell Lord Courtenay what actually happened to his gemstone globe.”

“No one would believe you. My word against yours.”

“Yes, but there is that incriminating scar on the inside of your left forearm in the shape of the west Indian coast.”

In any other situation he would have laughed. At the moment he was in serious danger of punching his fist through the ladder spindles, just to watch something splinter and shatter.

AUTHOR BIO

Bestselling author Moriah Densley sees nothing odd at all about keeping both a violin case and a range bag stuffed with pistols in the back seat of her car. They hold up the stack of books in the middle, of course. She enjoys writing about Victorians, assassins, and geeks. Her muses are summoned by the smell of chocolate, usually at odd hours of the night. By day her alter ego is your friendly neighborhood music teacher. She lives in Las Vegas with her husband, four children, and two possibly brain-damaged cats.

Moriah has a Master’s degree in music, is a 2012 RWA Golden Heart finalist, 2012 National Reader’s Choice Award winner, and ’12 NRCA “Best First Book” finalist. She’s the author of the bestselling “Rougemont” Historical Romance series from Eskape Press, and the “Network-One” Paranormal Romance series coming 2014 from Entangled Publishing. Moriah is represented by Courtney Miller-Callihan of Greenburger Associates.

AUTHOR Links

Website + blog: http://moriahdensley.com