Latest Posts

Courting the Countess by Donna Hatch - Book Blitz + Giveaway

By 5:00 AM , , , , , , , , , , ,

-->Donna Hatch, author of the best-selling “Rogue Hearts Series,” is a hopeless romantic and adventurer at heart, the force that drove her to write and publish seventeen historical romance titles, to date. She is a multi-award winner, a sought-after workshop presenter, and juggles multiple volunteer positions as well as her six children. Also a music lover, she sings and plays the harp, and she loves to ballroom dance. She and her family recently transplanted from her native Arizona to the Pacific Northwest where she and her husband of over twenty years are living proof that there really is a happily ever after.

Connect with the Author here: 

When charming rake Tristan Barrett sweeps Lady Elizabeth off her feet, stealing both her heart and a kiss in a secluded garden, her brother challenges Tristan to a duel. 

The only way to save her brother and Tristan from harm—not to mention preserve her reputation—is to get married. But her father refuses to allow his daughter to marry anyone but a titled lord. He demands that Elizabeth marry Tristan’s older brother, Richard, the Earl of Averston. 

Now Elizabeth must give up Tristan to marry Richard, a man who loves another, a man she’ll never love. 


Moving slowly, as if trying not to frighten off a wild bird, he took her hand. He
stepped closer, enfolding her hand inside both of his.
He led her to an adjoining room and closed the door.
Stillness enfolded them. Richard brought one of Elizabeth’s hands into his chest and
smiled down at her with tenderness shining in his eyes. With slow, deliberate
movements, he tugged at each fingertip to loosen her evening glove and slid it
off her arm. He lowered his head and kissed the back of her hand. His breath,
warm and moist, caressed her skin. And his lips. Oh, his lips were so soft. So
gentle. The last of her fears scattered as he kissed first her hand, then each
finger. He turned over her hand and pressed his lips to her fingers, her palm,
her wrist. Pleasure glided along her skin in unexpected sensuality. Her heart
thumped and heat built inside. She inhaled his masculine scent and stepped
closer. He kissed her palm again before wrapping his fingers around it. Warmth
shone in his eyes as he raised his other hand to her face. He traced the curve
of her jaw and brushed the back of his fingers across her cheek, up and down.
Beautiful.” Tenderness was joined by intensity. “I will never give you cause to
fear me, sweet Elizabeth. I count myself fortunate that we shall wed on the
morrow. Any man would be proud to have you as his bride.”
She’d only ever dreamed of a man saying such lovely words to her and touching her
with such gentleness. Light filled the dark places inside, bringing hope and
belonging. Tears rose up and spilled down her cheeks.
He carefully wiped the moisture away with the pad of his thumb, tracing her cheek
again. “I hope those aren’t tears of sadness.”
She let out a half sob, half laugh. “No, indeed. Your words mean much to me, my
He kissed her hand again. “Ah. A good sign. You give me hope. I’d like to enjoy
the pleasure of your company more, but I suppose, sadly, we ought to return to
our guests now.”
Speechless at the warmth tumbling over her, she nodded.
A knight in a gentleman’s clothing. 

To view our blog schedule and follow along with this tour visit our Official Event page 

You Might Also Like


Please try not to spam posts with the same comments over and over again. Authors like seeing thoughtful comments about their books, not the same old, "I like the cover" or "sounds good" comments. While that is nice, putting some real thought and effort in is appreciated. Thank you.