Blog Tour – Review & Giveaway: My Lady, My Spy by Sheridan Jeane

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He’s a spy— Certain truths aren’t his to share…

London, 1854 ~ Frederick Woolsy is Queen Victoria’s finest spy. His mission at the Russian Embassy’s annual ball is one of the most critical ones of his life, but his careful plans end in disaster. The book he was assigned to secure has been stolen and now England and Russia are on the brink of war. Even worse, the love of his life has caught him in another lie (he’s a spy, certain lies are expected). However, in this case, it might mean he’ll lose her forever.

She’s a lady who demands honesty– above all else

The nights Lady Josephine Harrington spent with Frederick in her bed were glorious… enough to tempt her to consider abandoning her independence as a wealthy widow to spend her life with him. Tonight, he canceled their plans to attend the Russian Embassy’s ball, saying he would be otherwise engaged. Now he’s shown up at the event with his brother. She’s not sure what he’s up to, but she’s going to find out…if she doesn’t eviscerate him first.

Secrets and lies…

He lives in a world of shadows. She values truth and integrity. If they want to find a future together, something has to change. Fast.

Do you know how long it has been since I picked up a Historical Romance? When I started reading this book, THAT’s when I realised that how much I had missed going back to the old times, when the heroines were made of much sterner stuff – the way I really wished the females of today were!

Disclaimer: This is the fourth book in the Secrets and Seduction series, but CAN BE read as a standalone, though it WOULD BE BETTER if you read the rest of the books, as I was a little lost in the first two chapters.

Mr. Frederick Woolsy is a spy for the Queen. It sin’t just his job, but his identity. And that identity per say has no idea that he would soon be falling for a woman who would hate the life he lives.

Lady Harrington is a widow and one who is surely enjoying her freedom, freedom that she never got from her father and her husband. But she never counted on falling for another man. Not really.

Both Mr. Woolsy and Lady Harrington shared two nights of passion – but those two nights titled their lives too far out of it’s axis, for both of them.

I adored both Frederick and Catherine really – they that they were the BEST kind of hero and heroine. WHY, YOU ASK? 

Because, while Frederick was charming, he also suffered his demons – not saying that he was an a**hole or anything – but that he kept repeating his mistakes, EVEN knowing deep inside, that his actions weren’t exactly fruitful to his relationship. But did that make me irritated or frustrated with him? A BIG FAT NOPE! Mostly, because I COULD understand (not empathize) but actually UNDERSTAND that why he made the decisions that he did. I got every single thought indie his head, and thus, I could PUT MYSELF IN HIS PLACE, and get the why behind his actions.

Catherine, on the other hand, is a strong woman – one who knows her mind and best of everything, SHE STICKS TO HER CONVICTIONS. My biggest pet peeve (at least, one of them!) is that heroines get overwhelmed by the hero’s words that she backs off on her convictions or rather her principles. But, that wasn’t the case with this pretty widow – oh no, no no, she went ahead and absolutely told Frederick to his face, that his actions have never backed his words and basically shoo! *tehehehe* Hands down, THE BEST THING EVER – I actually cheered her one at this point.

All in all, this book was my re-introduction to the historical romance genre and a reminder WHY I need to start reading them again (case in point: the rest of the series? Already on my Kindle! :D)

Honestly, lovelies, if you even as so much like this genre – pick this one up! You’ll definitely not regret it!

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Josephine searched the ballroom for Frederick but couldn’t find him. For a moment, she considered forgetting she’d seen him. He’d abandoned her all week, leaving her doubting where she stood. She let out a frustrated sigh. This would be her best opportunity to speak with him. She couldn’t let it slip away.
With nothing more than a glance, Frederick Woolsy had the power to make her feel like a débutante rather than a widow, which she found most unsettling. Most unsettling indeed. Following her husband’s sudden and pointless death in a hunting mishap, marriage no longer held any particular interest for her. Never again would she consent to be tied to a man she barely knew.
But her opinion on the matter had undergone a reversal one short week ago.
In one night, Frederick had managed to alter her thinking on the subject. One memorable night.
An undeniable attraction toward one another had drawn them together over the past few months. When she’d finally agreed to the tryst at Lord Saxon’s country house last weekend, they’d been discreet. No one guessed that Frederick had crept into her room both nights.
Both blissful nights.
Frederick had been a divine lover. Skilled and caring. Thinking about him now allowed images from that night to invade her mind. She almost gasped as her toes began to curl in her dancing shoes.
Her. Curling toes. Ridiculous! Widows shouldn’t have curling toes.
She set off toward the grand foyer to search for him, weaving her way between the guests as she followed the path he’d taken.
In the bedroom, the late Lord Harrington had been nothing like Frederick. John believed a lady should abhor sexual intercourse. Apparently, she was supposed to find it base and beneath her. One night early in their marriage she’d almost enjoyed having marital relations with him, but he’d pulled away from her and called her wanton and unnatural. After that, she’d learned to suppress any enjoyment in their intimacy, but that hadn’t been particularly difficult. He only came into her bed briefly to perform his duty, as he referred to it, and once the act was complete, he quickly escaped back to his own chambers.
The nights with Frederick had been a revelation. He’d actually wanted her to find pleasure in their union. In fact, he’d withheld his own release until he’d helped her find her own. The experience had been eye-opening. And toe-curling.
He’d also introduced her to an item she’d only heard mentioned in scandalized whispers. A French letter— a mere slip of a thing to cover a man’s— well— his most private part. He said it would prevent her from becoming pregnant. They’d used a number of them over those two nights. More than she’d imagined possible.
He’d left her bed that last morning with kisses and plans and promises, but had avoided her ever since. She hadn’t seen him in a week.
Not until tonight.
Josephine finally escaped the crowded ballroom and entered the foyer. She looked around, but found no sign of Frederick or his brother. They’d both disappeared.
Movement above her on the balcony caught her attention. Was that Frederick? When he spotted her, he ducked out of sight, but she’d seen him. Of that she was certain.
Why had he gone up there? Was he merely curious about the building’s renovations? She dismissed the idea. There was more than mere curiosity driving his actions.
She moved toward the staircase, intending to follow him, but a large footman stepped in front of her, blocking the way.
“Upstairs area is restricted,” the man said in a thick Russian accent. “No guests allowed.”
Josephine glanced at the balcony again, but couldn’t spot Frederick. She knew better than to mention his flouting of the rules to the footman. Frederick must have evaded him by taking an alternate route upstairs.
She acquiesced and stepped away, glancing around the grand foyer. She spotted a door on the far side of the room leading toward the embassy offices. It wasn’t guarded. Perhaps she’d find another staircase e back there.
A children’s choir began singing. The other guests around her moved. As a group passed between her and the man guarding the staircase, Josephine slipped through a side door and found herself in a corridor lined with embassy offices. There should be another, less opulent staircase nearby.
The office doors were all closed, but about halfway down the hallway she noticed one standing slightly ajar. She hurried closer to open it and when she discovered a servants’ staircase, she grinned. Frederick must have taken this route.
Josephine lifted the hem of her skirt and crept up the stairs. Her night around would end in disaster if she ran into one of the embassy’s servants. Those Russian footmen looked intimidating.
She paused when she reached the landing. The door leading to the corridor was closed, but she heard someone just outside. She paused as she tried to identify the odd shuffling sound that seemed to be moving away from her.
Cautiously, she edged open the door and peeked into the hallway. A man was sliding a cloth along the floor with his shoe, wiping up what appeared to be water.
Not just any man. Frederick.
She pushed open the door and stepped through.
At the sound, he spun to face her. His jaw dropped as his piercing blue eyes widened in surprise. “Josephine? What in blazes are you doing up here?”
“You canceled our plans for tonight. Imagine my surprise when you strolled through the ballroom.” She gave him a frigid smile. “Shall I give you an opportunity to explain yourself before I set the dogs on you, or will you only use it to lie to me again?”

 In 1851, Cecilia Paring has serious reservations about marrying her fiancé, Devin Montlake. Gone is the boy who could capture her heart with a word or a glance and in his place is a man who has made it clear that to be a proper barrister’s wife, the exciting and impulsive Cecilia must change as well.

Although Devin Montlake loves his orderly life as a barrister, he’s determined to follow his roadmap to achieve his goal of becoming a judge. His biggest obstacle seems to be convincing his headstrong fiancée to fulfill her social obligations with a modicum of propriety. But when the jewelry collection belonging to Cecilia’s family is stolen the night before it is to be auctioned off and Devin is framed for the crime, he discovers that following his much-loved rules won’t solve this particular problem. He’ll need the inventiveness of his irrepressible fiancée to catch the thief.

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 London, 1853

Despite Lady Catherine’s love of fencing, she needs to stop pretending to be a boy and fraternizing with men…but not until after the fencing tournament! Her mother plans to marry her off by the end of the season, so this will be her last chance to enjoy her freedom. When she impulsively puts her reputation at risk to save the life of a dashing competitor, all seems lost when he sees through her disguise, but he vows never to reveal her secret. Thank goodness for gentlemanly honor!

Daniel, Marquess of Huntley, wants to overcome the rumors of his father’s madness so that he can be embraced by London society. His plan is to marry the most proper woman who will have him, and then raise stable, respectable children. He certainly isn’t interested in some hoyden with a penchant for masquerading as a boy and flaunting society’s rules. In fact, he’d prefer to keep his distance.

When an obsessed suitor discovers Catherine’s secret and threatens blackmail, the only path out of social ruin is marriage. But what kind of protection does matrimony provide when a vengeful suitor is plotting the ultimate revenge?

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Synopsis: London, 1854 ~

Robert, Earl of Wentworth, isn’t a spy, and he never wants to be one, but when his brother is injured and needs his help stealing an important book from the Russian embassy, he can’t refuse.

Antonia has lost everything. If she wants her life back, she needs that book. The problem is, Lord Wentworth just stole it from the Russian Ambassador.

The reluctant spy and the daring thief find themselves at cross-purposes. Who will win in this dangerous game of nations— especially when their hearts are at stake as well?

Note: Although this is the third book in the series, it can be read as a standalone novel. For those who have read the first two books, you’ll rediscover characters from both of them.

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Sheridan Jeane writes exciting and emotion-packed historical romances set in the Victorian Era that confront issues of trust and conformity.

With the advent of the industrial age, life was changing. Many people tried to hold on to the old ways of life while others embraced the new opportunities open to them.

Join Sheridan as she explores the clash between the old and the new.

Sheridan has always loved books, history, and stories about amazing people who blaze new trails.

Despite naming their daughter Sheridan because they thought it might someday look great on the cover of a book, Sheridan’s parents urged her in a more practical direction for college. Sheridan earned a Bachelor of Science degree in Computer Science with a minor in English.