The Best of Both Rogues Spotlight – Visit from author Samantha Grace – Giveaway


Hi, everyone. I’m Samantha Grace, RITA-nominated author of the historical romance series, Rival Rogues. Today I’m very happy to be joined by Benjamin Hillary, the hero of my latest novel, THE BEST OF BOTH ROGUES, and his younger siblings: Jake and Lady Lana Forest. The Hillary siblings have always been a close-knit crew, so I wasn’t surprised when they offered to accompany Ben or when his sister volunteered to lead today’s interview.

Ben: She is hoping for a scandal. That is the reason she volunteered.

Lana shrugs: I enjoy living vicariously through my brothers. Why else do you think I want to know of your affairs?

Ben looks up at the ceiling and shakes his head.

Jake: We should get started before he changes his mind.

Lana: Where are the questions?

Jake unbuttons his waistcoat and tugs his shirttail from his trousers waistband to reveal writing on his abs: Amelia couldn’t find a sheet of foolscap and you were yelling for me to hurry.

Lana tips her head to the side and wrinkles her brow: But it’s all bumpy and upside down.

Jake lowers his shirt: That will teach you not to barge in when my wife and I are otherwise engaged.

Lana: Well, ask the question I mentioned in the carriage.

Jake: Can you describe yourself in five words or less?

Ben: Or less? You mean like one word?

Jake: Well, yes. Or four or three.

Ben: What about two?

Jake: Yes, two will work as well, I guess.

Lana: I have a word—uncooperative.

Ben winks at her: You forgot handsome, intelligent, humorous, and amazing.

Lana: No, I didn’t. Question number two. What three things would you want with you if you were shipwrecked on a deserted island?

Ben and Jake gasp.

Ben: You know never to mention shipwrecks. It’s bad luck.

Lana: Just because I say shipwreck—

Jake: Lana, you need to stop saying that word.

Lana rolls her eyes: Nothing is going to happen to your precious shipping company.

Jake: You don’t know if that is true. Ben, Daniel, and I put forth a lot of effort to build grandfather’s company when he left it to us.

Lana: Lud! I withdraw the question. What do I care what three things you would want if you were shipwrecked?

Ben and Jake: LANA!


Title: The Best of Both Rogues

Author: Samantha Grace

Series: Rival Rogues, Book 3

ISBN: 9781492608103

Pubdate: July 7th, 2015

Genre: Historical Regency Romance

Book Summary

 The worst thing Mr. Benjamin Hillary ever did was abandon his bride-to-be on their wedding day.

The hardest thing he will ever have to do is watch her marry another man.

 After two long years abroad, Ben finds Eve every bit as captivating as she was the first time he saw her, and he vows to set things right.

Lady Eve Thorne has a new man in her life, and Ben is nothing but trouble. She is no longer a starry-eyed young woman, and now that he’s back, he can go hang for all she cares. At least that’s what she keeps telling herself…

Excerpt from THE BEST OF BOTH ROGUES by Samantha Grace

Ben made a slow circle of the brightly lit ballroom, stopping occasionally to study the couples as they sashayed past, their cheeks pink from exertion. After several moments, he was satisfied Lord Wellham wasn’t among the dancers, not that Ben was surprised. If his memory served, the earl favored gambling over gamboling.

Reaching a secluded corner near a dark alcove, he paused to check once more for his quarry before he sought out the card room.

“What are you doing here?” a voice hissed. “You are not on the guest list.”

“Pardon?” Ben spun toward the speaker and came up short. His eyebrows veered toward each other. “How do you know?” he whispered back to the mass of green palm fronds.

“Because I helped make the list.” The plant’s fronds parted, and Eve Thorne’s stern glare greeted him. What the devil was she doing?

Her frown deepened when he simply stared, at a loss for words. “Do you have a death wish, Mr. Hillary?”

The corners of his mouth twitched. “Let me guess, you’ve been attacked by a man-eating plant. Are you in need of rescue, Kitten?”

She growled softly and the fronds snapped back into place. Ben checked the surrounding area to be certain they hadn’t earned any unwanted attention, then peered around the massive greenery. Eve was wedged against the wall, her yellow chiffon skirts crushed against the large pot. Her chest rose and fell in rapid movements, drawing his attention to the modest swell of her breasts peeking above her lacy neckline. A rosy glow infused her ivory skin, making the sprinkling of freckles across her cheeks almost unnoticeable.

God, he had missed her – her freckles, her pouty lips, her soulful brown eyes. He had been smitten from the moment he had spied her at the theater during the little Season, and two years on a faraway continent had done nothing to cool his ardor.

“What are you doing back there, Miss Thorne, and shouldn’t you have a chaperone?”

She crossed her arms as if erecting a wall between them. “God only knows why, but I am trying to save your skin, Benjamin James Arran Hillary.”

Damnation. He had almost forgotten he’d been burdened with so many names, and that she had a habit of invoking every one when she was perturbed. His smile expanded. Despite her pretense of indifference, she was worried for him. “Am I to conclude your skulking about means you still care?”

“I care about Lady Eldridge, and I do not want to see her ball ruined by you and Sebastian coming to fisticuffs. You really must leave before he sees you and demands another meeting on the field.”

Crossing paths with Sebastian Thorne didn’t concern Ben. Her brother’s need to defend her reputation after Ben jilted her had been satisfied three weeks earlier in a duel, and Thorne would not issue a second challenge for fear of losing. Ben suspected neither of them wanted to risk looking like fools again either. Instead of dueling with pistols or swords as any other normal men would do, they had allowed Eve to choose the weapons. She had chosen gloves.

He scowled. “Do you have any idea how ridiculous it looked for two men to engage in a slapping match?” The gents at Brooks’s hadn’t stopped talking about the duel for days, and Ben had endured the brunt of the teasing since he’d followed his youngest brother’s advice and allowed Thorne to win.

Eve’s smile radiated with self-satisfaction. “Since no one died, I would say I made an excellent choice.”

He grudgingly admitted her cleverness had managed to resolve the conflict without bloodshed – or much, anyway. Ben had walked away with a cut on his cheek and a nasty bruise, thanks to her brother filling his glove with pebbles. But bruised pride and a bruised mug were small prices to pay to see Eve’s position in Society restored.

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Historical romance author Samantha Grace discovered the appeal of a great love story when she was just a young girl, thanks to Disney’s Robin Hood. She didn’t care that Robin Hood and Maid Marian were cartoon animals. It was her first happily-ever-after experience and she didn’t want the warm fuzzies to end. Now Samantha enjoys creating her own happy endings for characters that spring from her imagination. Publishers Weekly describes her stories as “fresh and romantic” with subtle humor and charm. Samantha describes romance writing as the best job ever.

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  1. Hi Collette & Samantha! And Carol! 🙂 Loved the excerpt & the sibling interview! I need to reread those Bachelor books! Can’t wait to read The Best of Both Rogues! I already have all of the other books, so not entering the contest! Thanks!


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