Wishing Game by A.S. Fenichel with Excerpt and Giveaway

Today I have a historic romance read from author A.S. Fenichel. Wishing Game is a regency-era romance and aside from your being able to see what others thought by following the tour stops, you can also enter the tour-wide giveaway here to win one of three (3) eBook copies of the title!

Book Review:

A delightful heroine, the only daughter of an ailing Earl, Mary is the highlight of the story. Unmarried, and thus at peril as laws will not allow her to inherit lands or title upon her father’s impending death, she is approaching the crisis point.  Her father’s illness has left him severely weakened, and while he is loath to leave his daughter untended, there just may be no chance.

Solutions are many: she could marry her first cousin James, a good friend. But Mary wants more, James is not interested in women, and she would not confine him to the constrictions of a passionless marriage, even when the arrangement would suit them both handily in society.

When the distant heir to the estate arrives with less than a week to the Lady’s Day celebrations, Mary is initially convinced he is there much like a vulture, ready to pick the spoils and eye the estate’s value.  In truth, Avery has no interest in the title or the lands, were he able to adjust the inheritance in such a way as to cede control to her, he would do so. But she intrigues him, and soon he is feeling much more for her than simple concern over her situation.

Mary is conflicted: attracted to Avery yet wanting to see him as the enemy coming to take her home. While her past hurts after an early debut were substantial, the protection from her position in society and her father’s willingness to go gentle with her made a fairly simple, yet quite unusual event for a girl of her time and class, into a huge issue.  This has kept her reluctant to marry, despite her wishes and dreams to be swept off her feet in the most romantic way possible.

Fenichel manages to build the characters and their attraction to one another in a way that constantly keeps both of them off balance and displays their magnetic attraction but never develops further to a simple kiss or touch.  Proper behavior is mentioned and approached, then flaunted with equal ease, as the story tells the highlights of the days leading to the ball, the highlight of the season’s festivities.  Fast-paced and engaging this story is the perfect afternoon’s getaway.

Wishing Game by A.S. Fenichel with Excerpt and Giveaway

Title: Wishing Game
Author: A.S. Fenichel
Genre: Historical Romance
Published by: Ellora's Cave
Source: Publisher
Pages: 86
Rated: five-stars
Heat: One Flame

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The Earl of Westbridge is dying, and without a male heir. His daughter Mary will lose her home if she does not marry before her father passes. She has already turned down two men while holding onto the hope of finding true love. In her desperation, she plays the wishing game, a childhood folly devised to chase away fear during thunderstorms.

Avery is the unwilling heir to the Westbridge earldom. He arrives a few days before the spring holiday in the middle of a horrific storm to offer his assistance to his distant cousin. Expecting a spinster who had been put on the shelf, he certainly never expected to develop feelings for the beautiful Mary Barrow.

Mistrust and doubt engulf them. It will take a miracle to bring them together. Or maybe just a wish come true.

A Blush® Regency romance from Ellora’s Cave

A copy of this title was provided via Publisher for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.


An Excerpt From: Wishing Game
Copyright © A.S. FENICHEL, 2014
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
It would be easier to hate Colton Townsend, if he weren’t so damned nice. And why did he have to have those arresting, amber eyes? They reminded her of a painting she’d seen of a lion. She couldn’t tell if he was about to devour her or cuddle her as if she was one of the barn cats.
Why was he encouraging her to marry? If she had a husband, he would have no inheritance. “My cousin would marry me if I wished it. He and I are very close, more like brother and sister.”
He made a sour face. “I suppose it is not a very appealing prospect to marry a man you think of as a brother.”
“No. However, if I were smart I would do it anyway.”
He frowned. Could it be he really was worried he would lose the lands and house? The tea arrived and she did not ask the incredibly forward question. Once the maid had left the parlor, Mary poured the tea.
“You could stay here, cousin.”
Her heart thumped wildly. “What, in this house, after my father is gone and you are the owner?”
He did not look up from his cup. “Yes.”
“As what, exactly, Mr. Townsend?”
His strange eyes lifted and his gaze settled on hers. She had no idea what the man was thinking. “Exactly as you are now, if you choose. I shall not put you out of your home.”
“And where will you be, cousin?” She used the familiarity he requested but bit out the word so there was no doubt of her distaste.
He stood up and moved toward the window. The rain continued to pour down. “I shall not trouble you much more than to stop and check the accounts from time to time.”
Her entire body grew hot with rage. Her voice rose in both volume and pitch. “Am I to be your mistress? Do you think me so desperate?”
His neck grew red. When he spoke there was no doubt, she had angered him. “You misunderstand me, madam.”
She stood up and carefully placed her tea on the table. “Do I? How will it be proper in any way for me to live in this house after you take possession? It’s already scandalous that you are here before my aunt arrives.”
“It is your house.” His voice rose over hers.
She took a step forward, refusing to be intimidated by any man. “No, sir. That is where you are wrong. When my father dies, you have the happy luck to be the heir to Heartshorn. If I stayed, the neighborhood would be aghast.” She took a deep breath. “I hope you will keep the staff on. I would hate to see them out of work after serving the Earl of Westbridge most of their lives.”
He crossed to her and stood towering over her with only inches separating them. His eyes flashed with danger, but she held her ground. Her heart raced and fear rushed to every nerve. Had she gone too far? She must learn to control her temper and stay her wicked mouth.
She thought he might strike her, but his hand came up and touched her cheek with a gentleness she wouldn’t have equated with the man or the situation. She watched his Adam’s apple bounce several times. His mouth opened and closed and his eyes flicked from her mouth to her eyes.
Mary could not have moved if the roof had caved in on her. She was in a trance.
He closed his eyes for a brief moment and when they opened, she could see his temper was quelled. “Forgive me, cousin.”



About A.S. Fenichel

A.S. Fenichel gave up a successful career in New York City to follow her husband to Texas and pursue her lifelong dream of being a professional writer. She’s never looked back.
A.S. adores writing stories filled with love, passion, desire, magic and maybe a little mayhem tossed in for good measure. Books have always been her perfect escape and she still relishes diving into one and staying up all night to finish a good story.
Multi-published in both erotic and historical romance, A.S. has 8 books currently available and three more under contract with Ellora’s Cave Publishing.
Originally from New York, she grew up in New Jersey, and now lives in the East Texas with her real life hero, her wonderful husband. When not reading or writing she enjoys cooking, travel, history, and puttering in her garden.

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