Cover Reveal: Mr. Spencer

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Title: Mr. Spencer
Author: T L Swan

Genre: Red Hot Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Hang Le

Photo: David Wagner

Model: Davey Fisher

Release Date: February 24, 2019
Blurb
He was gorgeous, older, and had the worst reputation in all
of England.

The way he looked at me sent shivers down my spine.Our first meeting was at a wedding, where he followed me outside and kissed me.

Our second meeting ended in a huge fight with me kicking him out.

Our third meeting, I went on a double, blind date.

You can imagine my surprise when I saw familiar blue eyes across the table
opposite my friend.

Ohโ€ฆ.noโ€ฆ.

He was sarcastic and witty and damn,

If he wasnโ€™t the sexiest bastard I ever laid eyes on.

Then he sent me an email listing thirty reasons

why I should go on a date with him.

I was expecting a suave and intelligent list.

Curious, I read on.

๐‘๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐Ÿ โ€“ ๐ˆ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ญ๐ž ๐ญ๐ž๐ž๐ญ๐ก

๐‘๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐Ÿ โ€“ ๐ˆย ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐žย ๐ฆ๐ฒย ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐๐ฆ๐š

๐‘๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐จ๐งย ๐Ÿ‘ย โ€“ ๐ˆย ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐žย ๐šย ๐ฌ๐ข๐ณ๐žย ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘ย ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐žย โ€“ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎย ๐๐จย ๐ญ๐ก๐žย ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ก.

The manโ€™s a fool, his list was some of the most ridiculous things Iโ€™ve ever
read.

And the funniest.

We laughed hardโ€ฆand loved harder.

You can outrun everythingโ€ฆโ€ฆexcept your past.

And his has caught up.

Wild handsome players donโ€™t fall for wholesome girls like me,

Or do they?

ADD TO GOODREADS

Excerpt
โ€œWho is
that woman?โ€ I ask, completely distracted.
He
frowns. โ€œWhich one?โ€
โ€œPink
dress. Charlotte.โ€
His eyes
widen, and he chuckles. โ€œStay away from that one, old boy. Sheโ€™s out of your
league.โ€
โ€œAnd why
would you say that?โ€
โ€œEvery
man in the county is after her and she wonโ€™t give any of them the time of day.โ€
I feel my skin prickle at the challenge. โ€œReally?โ€

ย 

โ€œYes.
And then you have to get past her father and brothers even if she is interested
at all.โ€
I frown. โ€œWhat do you mean?โ€

ย 

โ€œThatโ€™s
her father on the right. If I stand correct, he is the third wealthiest man in
the country. He owns casinos around the world and has connections everywhere.
On the left of her is her older brother Edward. Complete and utter bastard.โ€
I narrow
my eyes as I watch him. โ€œWhat does Edward do for a coin?โ€
โ€œGuard
Charlotte, from what I hear. He doesnโ€™t let her out of his sight. Itโ€™s a
full-time fucking job.โ€
I raise
my glass to him in a silent toast.
He
shakes his head. โ€œNot her, Spencer. She really is off limits. Way too pure for
you.โ€
Excitement
rolls over me. โ€œThe thrill of the chase is alive and well, my friend.โ€
He
chuckles. โ€œOr the thrill of a death wish. You fuck around with her and her
father will murder you without a second thought.โ€
I smile
as I turn to watch Charlotte talk to the two men. โ€œChallenge accepted, old
boy.โ€
He
laughs into his beer and shakes his head. โ€œNext time I see you, it may be your
funeral.โ€
My eyes
dance with delight. โ€œGive me a good wrap in the eulogy, hey? Iโ€™m sure it will
be worth it.โ€
He
chuckles, and with a shake of his head, he disappears through the crowd.
I stand
on my own simply watching her. She is the most beautiful thing I have seen in a
very long time. At once, she glances up and her eyes fall on me, holding my
gaze. I smile and raise my beer to her in a silent toast. She immediately looks
away and fidgets with her hands in front of her.
I smile
to myself as I watch her.
Run
along, boys.
I want
her alone.
Charlotte.
Mr Spencer
smiles sexily and raises his glass in my direction. I bite my bottom lip
nervously. Is he doing that to me? Heโ€™s standing alone in the crowd, a beer in
one hand, his other hand tucked away in his expensive suit pocket. I snap my
eyes away as my stomach flips with excitement.
Stop it!
Heโ€™s probably not even aiming it at me.
โ€œCharlotte,
I have someone I want you to meet,โ€ my father says.
โ€œDad, not
now. I donโ€™t want to meet any of your boring friends.โ€ I sigh.
He rolls
his eyes, and I glance back over at Mr Spencer still staring at me. I glance
back up to my father. โ€œWhat is it?โ€ I ask with a huff.
โ€œHis name
is Evan. I know his family, and he happens to be a lawyer.โ€
I cringe.
โ€œFather, please,โ€ I moan. โ€œStop. Iโ€™m not dating one of your boring friendโ€™s
sons.โ€
My brother
Edward looks at my father and scowls. โ€œYes, please stop. The thought makes me
murderous.โ€
I roll my
eyes at my overbearing brother. โ€œYou, too.โ€
My father
and Edward fall into conversation, leaving me to glance back over at Mr
Spencer. As soon as our eyes connect, he crooks his finger and gestures for me
to go to him.
Me?
I frown,
look around, and point to my chest.
He nods
with a sexy smile. I look around, instantly filled with some kind of guilt, and
I subtly shake my head.
Oh my God.
My stomach flips over.
He crooks
his finger again, and I find myself biting my bottom lip and dropping my head
to hide my smile.
โ€œWould you
like a drink, Charlotte?โ€ my brother asks.
โ€œPlease.โ€ I
smile as I concentrate on not looking Mr Spencerโ€™s way again.
My father
falls into conversation with a man who walks past, and I glance around
nervously. Iโ€™m not sure whether to go and talk to Mr Spencer or not. No, thatโ€™s
a bad idea. Perhaps Iโ€™ll go and get some fresh air instead.
โ€œIโ€™m
heading to the bathroom,โ€ I whisper to my father.
โ€œAll right,
love.โ€ He smiles as I put my hand on his shoulder. I walk through the ballroom
and out onto the back terrace and down the steps. Fairy lights are strewn
across the garden giving it a romantic feel. Waiters are circling the garden
with trays of fancy cocktails and champagne. This wedding has been amazing, and
the attention to detail has been impeccable. Every detail is perfect. I walk
along the pathway down to the outdoor bathrooms. Once there, I head inside and
close the door behind me.
Peace at
last.
I can hear
the music in the distance as I stare at my reflection in the mirror and reapply
my fuchsia lipstick. My thick shoulder-length blonde hair is down and pulled
back on one side behind my ear. My pink strapless dress fits perfectly and
clings to my curves. I roll my lips as I stare at my reflection. Eventually, I
exhale heavily and snap my lipstick back into my silver clutch.
Most
eligible bachelor in London, an appalling rake.
Great. The
first man Iโ€™ve been attracted to in forever and heโ€™s a womaniser. Typical.
For once, I
would like to meet an honourable man who is actually appealing.
Why does it
have to be one or the other? Who made this god forsaken rule that any man who
is a tad interesting must be a player? And why are all the good men as boring
as hell? God must definitely be a man.
With one
last look at myself, I head back out into the garden and make my way up the
path towards the party.
โ€œCharlotte,โ€
a deep voice calls from behind me.
I turn and
falter, taken aback. Itโ€™s him.
Itโ€™s Mr
Spencer.
He smiles
sexily and his eyes hold mine. โ€œHello.โ€
My heart
rate spikes. โ€œH-hi.โ€ I smile nervously.
He steps
towards me and takes my hand in his, and I inhale sharply. He holds my hand up
in the air and nods, as if bowing. โ€œForgive me for following you, but I had to
come and meet the most beautiful woman in the room tonight.โ€ He kisses the back
of my hand tenderly, and I raise my brows. โ€œMy name is Spencer.โ€ He smiles
against my skin.
Oh, heโ€™s
really quiteโ€ฆ
I pull my
hand away sharply. โ€œI know who you are, Mr Spencer.โ€
He smirks harder, and his mischievous eyes hold mine. โ€œYou do?โ€ he asks
smoothly with a raise of his brow.

ย 

I clasp my
hands nervously in front of me. โ€œYour reputation precedes you.โ€
His smirk
breaks out into a broad smile. โ€œAh, you canโ€™t believe everything you hear, now,
can you?โ€
His voice
is deep and permeating. It somehow sinks into my bones when he speaks.
โ€œCan I help
you with something?โ€ I ask. What the hell does he want?
โ€œI hope
so.โ€ He smiles and picks up my hand again. โ€œWould you do me the honour of
dancing with me?โ€
I swallow
nervously, and he smiles and drops his lips to the back of my hand to kiss me
softly. His sexy eyes stay fixed on mine.
Okay, hellโ€ฆ
heโ€™s good. Really good.
โ€œIโ€ฆโ€ I stop
talking because I really canโ€™t concentrate when heโ€™s touching me.
Heโ€™s so
forward.
โ€œCharlotte?โ€
he repeats, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I shake my
head in a fluster. โ€œI donโ€™t think thatโ€™s a good idea.โ€
He turns my
hand over to gently kiss the inside of my wrist. I feel his touch deep inside
my stomach.
โ€œWhy not?โ€
He gently licks my wrist and my knees nearly buckle out from underneath me.โ€
Oh, for the
love of God!
โ€œMy father
and brotherโ€ฆโ€ I frown as my voice trails off. How in the hell am I supposed to
string two words together when heโ€™s doing that to me?
He steps
forward and takes me into his arms. โ€œWeโ€™ll dance here then.โ€
What?
He pulls me
close to him, takes one of my hands in his, and he smiles down at me as he
begins to sway to the music. โ€œYouโ€™re a wonderful dancer, Lady Charlotte.โ€ He
smiles mischievously.
I smirk at
his sheer audacity. โ€œDoes this routine work on every woman you meet?โ€
He smiles
his first genuine smile and I feel the effects of it hit me deep in my stomach.
โ€œPlease donโ€™t talk about other women. Iโ€™m in the courting zone, concentrating
on you and only you.โ€ He spins me around, and we both chuckle at his
ridiculousness.
He lets me
go and holds one hand up, and then he spins me in his arms and pulls me back to
his body at force until we come face to face.
I stare up
at him, my heart skipping a beat. โ€œI have to go,โ€ I whisper.
โ€œWhy?โ€ his
intoxicating breath washes over my face.
โ€œMy father
will be looking for me.โ€
โ€œHow old
are you, Lady Charlotte?โ€
โ€œToo young
for you, Mr Spencer.โ€
He smiles
softly. โ€œI have no doubt.โ€ He bends down and softly kisses my lips.
My chest
constricts.
He kisses
me again, soft and tenderly, hovering his lips over mine. Unable to help it, I
smile, and thatโ€™s when he kisses me again but this time more urgently, his arms
curling around my waist and bringing me to his body.
Iโ€™ve never
been kissed like this.
His tongue
sweeps through my open mouth and our tongues dance together.
For three
whole minutes, I drink him in as we kiss like teenagers.
โ€œJesus
fucking Christ, Charlotte,โ€ he gasps as he kisses me again.
I lose
control and my hands go to his hair, and then I feel something hard up against
my stomach.
Is
thatโ€ฆ?
I instantly
pull out of the kiss and step back, panting for breath.
He reaches
for me again, but I step back farther. โ€œDonโ€™t touch me!โ€ I whisper sharply,
holding my hand up in defence.
โ€œWhat?
Why?โ€
I shake my
head. โ€œIโ€™m not the kind of girl you are used to, Mr Spencer.โ€
He scowls
hard. โ€œAnd what kind of girl is that?โ€
โ€œIโ€™m not
one of those high society sluts. Y-you should go back inside and find someone
else toโ€ฆย entertainย you,โ€ I stammer.
โ€œI donโ€™t
want anyone else!โ€ he snaps. โ€œIf I overstepped the line, I apologise. I neverโ€ฆ
I meanโ€ฆโ€
Heโ€™s
tripping over his words, trying to right the situation.
I step back
again, creating more distance. โ€œYou have stepped over the lineโ€ฆ by a lot.โ€ I
glance up and I can see my father is out on the terrace looking for me. โ€œI have
to go.โ€ I brush past Mr Spencer, walk up the path and up the stairs. My father
smiles the second he sees me.
โ€œAre you
ready to leave, Charlotte?โ€
โ€œPlease,โ€ I
say quietly. My eyes fall back down to the garden where Mr Spencer stands.
My father
puts his arm around me and we walk around to the front of the house to get into
the back of his Bentley. His driver shuts the door and I peer out just in time
to see Mr Spencer appearing from the shadows next to the house, watching me
leave.
He smiles
softly and blows me a kiss, and I drop my head at once, gripping my clutch on
my lap.
โ€œThat was a
great night, wasnโ€™t it?โ€ My father smiles as the car slowly pulls out.
โ€œIt was.โ€ I
force a smile. My fingertips rise to brush my lips which still tingle from Mr
Spencerโ€™s touch. I smile to myself softly.
No wonder
heโ€™s the most eligible bachelor in London.
Heโ€™s
perfect.
And heโ€™s
trouble.
Author Bio
Lover of her husband, children, words, chocolate and
margaritas.
When she is not writing her next novel, you will find her in
a cafรฉ drinking coffee with friends.
Writing is her passion.
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Gym Junkie
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