Title: Under His Protection
Author: Stacy Von Haegert
Genre: Historical Romance
Publication Date: Feb. 24th, 2020
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR
Stacy Von Haegert is the international best-selling author of three genres: Historical romance (The White Rose Trilogy), dark fantasy (The Forged Series), and historical fiction (Lords).
Stacy grew up in Nashville TN, daughter of a singer-songwriter and an equestrian enthusiast. When she was not tagging along with her father into music city staples like the Blue Bird or riding her mother's Arabians at breakneck speeds over the Tennessee countryside she was writing short stories and poems.
Her passion for words grew and in 2013 Stacy released her first book, Under his Protection (revised with an additional 25k words and re-released in 2020), that raced up Amazon's charts landing at #2 in the US and #1 in the UK.
Stacy currently lives in historic downtown Franklin TN where she writes by day and teaches ballroom dance in the evenings.
She is obsessed with old houses, good literature, and boogie boarding.
The sound of thundering hooves trampling over the earth brought Alex’s mind right back to the present. All three men jerked their heads toward the intrusion. A bay steed burst through the bush carrying a wild-eyed girl. Her beautifully carved slender legs were exposed up to her knees and she was missing one of her slippers.
The horse immediately sensed the wolf and reared straight up. Surprisingly, the bareback rider managed to hug tight to the beast’s neck and stayed on. As the front hooves made contact with the ground—and before the horse could rise in protest again—the girl catapulted off the side and unsuccessfully grabbed for the reins. The mare bolted away.
“Damn!” she said, simply annoyed, as if she had lost a shilling rather than a thoroughbred.
“What on earth!” Perkin’s previous calm appearance all but shattered into a thousand pieces in front of them.
“Is that a wolf?” The girl’s sites fixated on Malikite, a glint in her bright eyes, her breathing coming hard, causing her small breasts to rise and fall, threatening to escape a much-too-slack bodice.
Alex stared. Who on earth had helped this poor woman dress? Clearly a dressing-maid with a vengeance. Unless the young lady before them was newly escaped from the asylum. Which might explain the entry.
The girl was completely disheveled. A twig dangled from her raven-black curls. Windblown pink cheeks decorated her milk-white skin and a bead of perspiration highlighted her cupid-bow lips. Her eyes were like the palest green of the sea, and they raged as wild as a developing storm. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever thought a woman could be this...inspiring. Captivating. Alive! She had to be from the asylum, Alex concluded. Someone’s daughter or young bride that had lost her wits and had to be committed.
Still, she was magnificent, albeit likely touched in the head. Alexander felt a stir in his fawn-colored trousers. He tried to retrieve his thoughts from their rapid downward descent. He could have any woman in London and had turned down half of them in the past month alone due to a lack of interest. Now here he was, the Duke of Ravenswood, in the middle of the park getting brought to life by a lunatic. Gone completely was the conundrum of the previous conversation with Perkin Kingston. The issue at hand now may well be his own dwindling sanity.