Book blast stop for Just Perfect by JoMarie DeGioia

This is just one of many stops today for Just Perfect by
JoMarie DeGioia, a historical romance now available from Lachesis
Publishing.



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Blurb for
Just Perfect:
William Chesterton, the Earl of Chester, might be the perfect
gentleman, but his feelings for Constance Bridgewater are anything but
gentlemanly.
Constance Bridgewater, the daughter of the late Earl of
Bridgewater, might be the perfect lady, but her feelings for the Earl of
Chester are anything but ladylike.
They both know that if they were together, everything would be
just perfect.
So what is keeping them apart?
Excerpt from Just
Perfect
:
“You can’t deny the party last night
was delightful, Constance.”
Constance read the extreme interest
in her cousin Sarah’s countenance. Her eyes were almost wild.
“I believe I told you it was so,”
Constance said.
“And what of the gentlemen there?”
Sarah persisted. “Do you deny that you enjoyed dancing with them?”
Constance took a measured breath,
keeping her pique from her own features. “Why ever would I deny that? I enjoyed
myself immensely and fancied each gentleman who took my hand in his. There, are
you satisfied?”
Sarah blew out a breath and leaned
back. “You’re always satisfied.”
Diane Plymouth, their close friend,
let out a sigh. “I’m not.”
Constance studied Diane, certain she
had heard her incorrectly. “What do you mean, Diane?”
She waved a hand. “I’m unable to
settle on a gentleman, I’m afraid. I want to marry and settle down, like our
other friends have.”
Constance quelled her feelings. She
so wanted that as well, but it wouldn’t do to appear as desperate as these two.
It wasn’t in keeping with her image of the cool and perfect young society miss.
This morning she was immensely chafed by that mantel.
“It’s a pity so many eligible men
have been snatched from the marriage market.” Sarah sighed, then suddenly
brightened. “There are still several left for the taking, Diane. Don’t give up
hope.”
“True, but I don’t know where to set
my cap,” Diane said. “I have a few men in mind, but I just can’t decide.”
Constance didn’t want to ask, she
truly didn’t. Burning interest in the social swirl of the season was expected,
however.
“Which gentlemen are you
considering?” she asked Diane.
“Well, there are several,” Diane
said, her eyes bright as she warmed to her topic. “Take Lord Kanewood’s
circle.”
Sarah snorted. “Two down, two to
go.”
Diane nodded. “I chose that
particular group of gentlemen to demonstrate my sad state.”
“Really?” Constance said, curious
despite herself. “Why those particular men?”
Sarah nodded, leaning forward. “They
are such diverse gentlemen, in looks and temperament.”
“Exactly,” Diane said. “Take Lord
Kanewood.”
“Yes, please,” Sarah put in.
Constance laughed. “He’s married,
Sarah. And quite happily.”
Sarah grinned and nodded. “Yes, yes.
Go on, Diane.”
“He’s the leader of their circle, commanding
and very handsome. Yet he was caught.”
“And gone from the market.” Sarah
sighed.
“Now, take Lord Leed,” Diane went
on.
“Yes, please,” Sarah said again.
“Sarah,” Constance said with another
laugh.
“Lord Leed,” Diane went on, her face
dreamy now. “Dark and brooding and so . . .” She sighed.
“Yes,” Constance said. “Another
gentleman happily married.”
“Oh, but Lord Roberts!” Diane gushed
now. “He’s still available. And so charming and attentive toward me.”
“As he is toward most every lady.” Sarah
pouted. “A girl can’t count on his charm to land on her alone.”
“But I’ve seen his sparkling gray
eyes in my dreams,” Diane said.
Constance silently allowed that
there wasn’t a more charming man of their acquaintance than Lord Roberts, not
that she’d seen his particular eyes in her dreams. No. It was one particular
pair of warm, brown eyes that made her body ache, in and out of her dreams. Not
to mention his thick, blond hair. It looked so soft . . . she shook herself
back to her boring, wakeful existence.
“Lord Roberts has gone to the
country, Diane,” she said. “And will no doubt remain there for some time.”
“Yes, his father has reportedly
taken ill,” Sarah said. “Pity that, though it might lead to an elevation in his
station from viscount to earl.”
“Sarah!” Constance said. “How can
you wish such sadness on Lord Roberts?”
“Oh, I don’t, not really,” Sarah
said. “I just wish he was in town this season. He’s one of the few unattached
gentlemen who draws my attention.”
“Your attention is drawn to every
handsome face with a title and fortune,” Diane said. “I daresay I would take
Lord Roberts with neither.”
Sarah snorted in obvious disbelief.
“Be that as it may, he’s well and gone from London and we’ll have to set our
caps for different gentlemen if we have any hope of marrying before this new
season ends.”
The two other girls grew quiet,
which unsettled Constance more than their chatter had. It was inevitable, the
new course their conversation would take. She braced herself for the
realization to strike the two of them.
“There is at least one who is
available and quite attractive,” Diane said.
Constance’s hands fluttered in her
lap and she fought to keep them still. “Which gentleman?” she asked, as if she
didn’t know.
“Hmm, yes,” Sarah mused aloud. “There
is always Lord Chester.”
And there it was. The mention of the
very man Constance couldn’t get out of her mind. “L-Lord Chester?”
“Oh, yes, Lord Chester!” Diane
cried. “He’s quite handsome and most pleasant. Though I can’t quite sketch a
true picture of his character.”
Constance knew what she meant, for
he was always so perfect in every social situation. Saying the right thing,
dressed the right way, acting in the right manner. Aside from those blessed
moments he’d held her in his arms at Leed Manor, that is.
“He has done work for Lord Kanewood.
That is certain,” Sarah said. “During that business with the earl’s brother, at
least.”
Diane shivered. “Horrid, that.
Stealing funds and attempted murder?”
Sarah nodded, her eyes bright. “It’s
rumored that Lord Chester has worked with the government, but no one can say in
what capacity. He’s well-respected and his opinions count in Parliament. He’s
affable and most pleasant, I’ll allow. Well-connected and wealthy, and welcome
wherever he goes.”
“A perfect gentleman,” Diane
concluded.
Constance could practically see the
interest sparking in the girl’s mind. She wouldn’t let it smolder into flames
of desire, however. Lord Chester wasn’t for Diane, or even Sarah for that
matter. He was for her.
She alone had seen the dark glint of
intent in those deep brown eyes of his as he stole glances at her from across
the ballroom. She alone had encountered the tenseness of his firmly muscled
body as he held her sedately during the dance. She alone had felt the impact of
his intriguing smile, curved with heat instead of politeness as he’d nearly
kissed her.
Yes, she knew there was far more to
the Earl of Chester than the well-connected perfect gentleman. Far more.
And she would die before she let
another lady steal him from her.
Author Bio
and Links:
JoMarie
DeGioia has been making up stories for as long as she can remember, and has
spent years giving voice to the characters in her head. She’s known Mickey
Mouse from the “inside,” has been a copyeditor for her town’s newspaper, and a
bookseller. She writes Historical and Contemporary Romances, along with Young
and New Adult Fantasy stories. She divides her time between Central Florida and
New England. You can contact her at JoMarie@JoMarieDeGioia.com.

3 thoughts on “Book blast stop for Just Perfect by JoMarie DeGioia

  1. Unknown says:

    Thanks so much for hosting today’s Book Blast Blurb Tour! I had so much fun writing Just Perfect, a story readers kept asking for. It’s Lord Chester and Constance’s tale, and if you read it please tell me what you think of Constance’s cousin, Sarah. She’s a new favorite of mine, and I’m planning a series based on her and her scandalous (!) family. I’m at Romance Writers of America’s Annual Conference in Atlanta, and will try to drop by again later. Thanks again!

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