Spotlight & Giveaway: Rules for Engaging the Earl by Janna MacGregor

Today it is my pleasure to Welcome author Janna MacGregor to HJ!

Hi Janna and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, Rules for Engaging the Earl!

 
It’s always so lovely to be here. Thank you for having me.
 

Please summarize the book for the readers here:

Constance Lysander needs a husband. Or, so society says. She’s about to give birth to her late husband’s child—a man who left her with zero money, and two other wives she didn’t know about. Thankfully, she has her Aunt by her side, and the two other wives have become close friends. But still—with a baby on the way, her shipping business to run, and an enemy skulking about, she has no time to find the perfect match.

Enter Jonathan, Earl of Sykeston. Returned war hero and Constance’s childhood best friend, his reentry into society has been harsh. Maligned for an injury he received in the line of duty, Jonathan prefers to stay out of sight. It’s the only way to keep his heart from completely crumbling. But when a missive from Constance requests his presence—to their marriage ceremony—Jonathan is on board. His feelings for Constance haven’t changed, and he’ll do anything to make her happy, though it means risking his already bruised heart.

With Constance, Jonathan, and the new baby all together, it’s clear the wounds—both on the surface and in their relationship—run deep. But when the nights come, their wounds begin to heal, and both come to realize that their marriage of convenience is so much more than just a bargain.
 

Please share your favorite line(s) or quote from this book:

I love this scene. Jonathan comes up with the idea that he and Constance have rules pertaining to their interactions in marriage. But Constance has her own ideas. It’s a great reveal of her personality.

He stared at his parchment and played with a corner of his paper. “We don’t discuss our respective pasts. We sleep in separate bedrooms.”

His words echoed like the retort of a gun. At first, she clutched her chest uncertain if she’d been shot. She breathed deep. The air flooded her lungs, offering reassurance that she was all right. She took another moment to steady herself.

“No,” she whispered. Then in a louder voice laced with certitude, she repeated, “No, Jonathan.”

He held up his hand. “It’s for your own benefit. I’m up all hours of the night with my leg.”

The keen sense of disappointment ripped through her. She sat still for a moment considering her next move. She lowered her voice. “I want it all, Jonathan. Everything a marriage entails, including ‘sickness and health’ and ‘with this body I thee worship’ . . . which means sleeping together.”

His eyes widened.

“Does it shock you that I enjoy the marriage bed?”

Please share a few Fun facts about this book…

• Jonathan Eaton, the Earl of Sykeston, first appeared in The Bride Who Got Lucky, the second book in my Cavensham Heiresses series. Readers insisted that he have his own story…and so did Jonathan! I even brought back his butler, Mr. North.
• I knew that realistically depicting Jonathan required an expert. I had several conversations about Jonathan’s war injuries with a medical doctor specializing in rehabilitative medicine. She was amazing in her knowledge of the effects of traumatic injuries and their prognosis. She even helped me choreograph the love scenes.

What first attracts your Hero to the Heroine and vice versa?

Though they grew up as best friends, Jonathan and Constance haven’t seen each other in ten years. Their youthful friendship was on the cusp of becoming something more when Jonathan left for the war. When they first meet as adults, they are immediately attracted to one another. It’s almost as if they haven’t been apart. The attraction between them sizzles and is too powerful to resist. Constance is amazed at Jonathan’s size. While Jonathan is mesmerized by her beautiful blue eyes. It’s a sweet scene filled with unfulfilled longing.

Did any scene have you blushing, crying or laughing while writing it? And Why?

I laugh every time I read this scene. Jonathan disappeared right after he married Constance, so his butler North takes matters into his own hands. He wrote letters to Constance on Jonathan’s behalf. When Constance arrives at Jonathan’s home out of the blue, the proverbial cat is out of the bag.

Constance smiled at Jonathan, completely ignoring the butler’s remarks. “Why didn’t you make mention you had a dog? When you traveled, you could have sent Regina to me.”

Heat assailed his face. First, it was the bundle of letters; then, to add insult to injury, she understood the significance of the name. Why had he named his dog after her beloved pet?
His mind skidded to a halt. Travel? He stood motionless, considering her words. “What did you say about travel?”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw North take a step back to hide behind Mrs. Butler.
Jonathan moved so he had a clear view, then tried to catch his butler’s gaze. However, the sly, older gentleman directed his attention to every corner of the room, top to bottom.

“In your letters, you told me about your travels to France, Italy, and Elba.” Constance ruffled Regina’s ears. “Remember?”

Jonathan shook his head trying to make sense of what Constance was saying. “I didn’t—”

“My lady, your luggage will be in your room shortly,” North added abruptly.

Mrs. Butler nodded a little too eagerly. “I’ll have your bags unpacked.”

“Thank you,” Constance said. She turned her attention to Regina. “I can’t wait for Aurelia to meet you,” she cooed then bent down and pressed a kiss on top of the dog’s head. “Darling girl.”

Jonathan’s heart raced at the honeyed words for his dog’s ears. He had to find a way to get his wife out of his study and out of his life. It would help matters much if he would stop staring at the way she was bonding with his dog. Her hands slowly stroked the fur behind Regina’s soft ears. In kind, Regina nuzzled against her.

The last few moments exposed the danger he faced. He wanted his wife’s hands on him.

Then and there, Jonathan decided he needed her out of the house.

Readers should read this book….

If you love Beauty and the Beast, marriage of convenience, dogs, babies, and naughty butlers, you should read Rules for Engaging the Earl.

What are you currently working on? What other releases do you have in the works?

I’m finishing up edits for the third in the Widow Rules series, How to Best the Marquess. It features the third wife, Miss Blythe Elizabeth Howell (Beth) and Julian Raleah, the Marquess of Grayson. Readers familiar with the Cavensham Heiresses series will remember that Grayson first appeared in Rogue Most Wanted.

I also have a release coming the first part of June. Sunflower Season is a charity anthology featuring over seventy historical romance authors. All proceeds will go to humanitarian aid for the victims of the war in Ukraine.
 

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Excerpt from Rules for Engaging the Earl:

Prologue

Portsmouth
1805

Only one person in the entire world had the power to make Jonathan Eaton, the Earl of Sykeston, push everything aside and ride like the devil over the fields at breakneck speeds to reach her.

Constance Lysander.

With each gallop of the horse’s hooves, his eagerness grew. Finally, he’d come upon the stately home that sat on a hill overlooking the English Channel. He slid off his horse, then with a natural ease vaulted the stone wall that surrounded their meeting place.

Most saw Constance as a serious-minded fifteen-year-old, but not Jonathan. If you looked long enough at her steady gaze, you could see an extraordinary world open before you. Her intelligence, spirit, and kindness never ceased to amaze him. Her insights on what mattered most in life helped keep him on a steady course. After their respective parents had died from an influenza that had swept through Portsmouth years ago, he’d discovered how much they had in common. When he told her of his hopes for his future and his ambition for life, she’d listen and offer her advice without censure.

She was his best friend, and he couldn’t wait to share his unexpected news with her.

Jonathan removed the dust from his ride with a few well-placed slaps of his bicorne hat against his thighs, folded it under his arm, then entered her house. It was her late parents’ vacant home and their secret meeting place. Constance lived next door with her widowed aunt, Mrs. Venetia Hopkins, whom everyone called Aunt Vee.

Jonathan headed toward the conservatory where they always met. As he was about to call her name, a muffled conversation drifted toward him.

“Come lie next to me.”

Jonathan’s quick strides came to a halt. There was no mistaking it was Constance’s voice.

“What a handsome fellow you are? Give me a kiss,” she crooned.

A kiss?

Jonathan hurried on his way. There was only one creature she’d murmur such sweet nothings.

Reggie.

Damnation. He’d always wanted to kiss her but foolishly thought it might change their friendship. Now he might never have the chance.

“Don’t, Reggie.” Her tone changed from playful to warning. “Reggie, no.”

Jonathan entered the room where there was only one piece of furniture. A sofa sat in the center facing the endless banks of windows that overlooked the sea. A massive animal slowly rose and peered over the sofa back, then emitted an ungodly sound.

A belch.

“Don’t move, Constance.” Jonathan took a running leap and jumped over the sofa with the beast watching his every step. He landed on his feet and faced her nemesis. “What have you done, you cretin?”

With deliberate ease, Constance sat up. “It’s too late. He ate my sandwich.” She released a woeful sigh. “Thank you for your valiant try.” She turned her attention to the beast. “Reggie,” she scolded. “You’re a naughty pup.” Her voice melted into a cooing sound like a mother to a child. “That sandwich wasn’t yours.”

Jonathan closed the distance between them. When he reached her, he took her hands in his then pulled her off the sofa. Without another thought he hugged her close.

She stiffened slightly, then melted into his embrace.

Her body fit perfectly against his. He inhaled her clean scent. It reminded him of the wind that skipped across the sea right before a rainstorm—wild and beautiful at the same time.

“What’s that for?” she said softly.

“I couldn’t remember the last time we hugged.” Jonathan didn’t want to think that it might be their last. He pulled away and looked into the deep blues of her eyes. Midnight blue, sapphire, and indigo all melded into a unique color that was hers alone.

“That’s sweet.” She playfully swatted his chest, then grabbed his hand and brought him to the sofa. “Come and sit with me but give Reggie enough room.”

“You care for that mastiff more than me, I think.” Jonathan slid his gaze up and down the gigantic animal while the animal did the same to him, licking its chops. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to make me jealous.”

She slid him a side-eyed glance, then smiled. “Perhaps.”

Jonathan felt an instant sense of relief. With his leaving, Reggie offered protection and companionship for Constance and her aunt Vee. “You’re home early from the shipyard today.”

Her face grew animated. “After I finished my morning studies, I helped Mr. Bridges. He’s teaching me the business. Soon, I’ll be the ‘Sons’ in Lysander & Sons Refitting Company.” She waggled her eyebrows.

Jonathan waggled his own. “I’d say there’s not much resemblance between you and sons.”

“You think so?” She waved a hand down the front of her muslin dress. “I can still wear my breeches, but they don’t fit as well as they did last year.”

He was quite aware of that fact. She was an attractive young woman. Even more so, there was a beauty to her innocence. Jonathan had seen it from the very first time he’d met her. Young men had started to notice her too. They were already vying for her attention. Every Sunday after church, Jonathan would escort Constance and Aunt Vee home. His chest tightened. Which of the young bucks would escort her when he was gone?

“I’ve started to wear dresses to the dockyard.” She exhaled. “I guess all good things must come to an end.”

“True.” He took her hand in his, and together they sat on the sofa. “How are the knots coming along?”

She smiled sheepishly. “I spent half the night working on them. I may have conquered the figure eight, but the bowline still has me for a loop.”

They both laughed.

“You’ll master it, I’m certain.” Still holding her hand, he clasped it tighter, not wanting to let her go. “I have news.”

Her gaze flew to his, and a brilliant smile appeared. “I do too.” When the dog tried to nose his way between them, she patted him on the head. “Lie down.”

Instantly, the dog obeyed.

“Why didn’t you tell him to do that before?” Jonathan asked. “He wouldn’t have stolen your sandwich.”

She bit her bottom lip as she stared at him. “He doesn’t listen if there’s food involved.” She laughed, then regarded Reggie. “But I still consider him my second best friend.”

“Who’s your first?” He rubbed his neck as a flush of heat crept up his cheeks.

“You are.”

He lifted his gaze to hers. The tenderness on her face held him spellbound.

“You’re my best friend and one of a kind, Constance Lysander.” One of her dark-brown locks fell forward on her face. He lifted his hand, the tremble in his fingers visible to both of them, then gently pushed it behind her ear. “I’d do anything for you.”

She nodded once. The movement so slow that they never broke eye contact. “The same for me. For whatever reason.”

Her gaze did strange things to him. His body felt hot and the need to hold her again became nigh unbearable. He swallowed and studied her face. The pink of her cheeks was a tad lighter than her full lips. At first sight, some might consider her eyes too large for her heart-shaped face. Jonathan never thought that. They were perfect. Every spark of light seemed to be reflected in them. The dark waters of the sea below paled to the deep blue of her irises.

Only inches separated them. He leaned forward slightly and lifted his hand again. Only instead of brushing back a fallen lock, he brushed the back of his fingers against the supple softness of her skin.

She leaned against his touch, and his breath stood suspended in his chest. Something magical was happening between them, and he never wanted to forget this moment.

As he would never forget her.

“Have you ever been kissed,” she whispered, the hint of berries on her breath.

“No.” With any other, he’d be too ashamed to admit that at seventeen he’d never experienced such a simple thing. Yet with her, there were no secrets. “You?”

She shook her head. At the answer, he leaned closer, his lips a mere inch from hers.

Suddenly, an absurd sound erupted, as if the earth split apart and bellowed.

She drew back. “Isn’t he lovable? He’s snoring.”

“Adorable,” Jonathan groused.

With a laugh, she put her hand over his and squeezed. “Tell me your news.”

“You first,” he said quietly hoping to recapture the magic between them. The joy on her face stopped him cold. Her expression was a rare foretaste of the beautiful woman she’d become. He blinked slowly. He wouldn’t be there to see her grow into such a person. Telling her his plans was becoming harder by the minute.

“I’m attending my first country assembly next month. It’s my official introduction into Portsmouth society. I have a new dress for the occasion. I’m saving the first and last dance for you.”

He did his utmost to keep the smile on his face, but his heart hiccuped that he would miss such an important event in her life. He was leaving on the morrow.

* * * *

Constance sat on the edge of the sofa facing him. “My dress is white silk trimmed in dark-blue ribbons with matching ones for my hair. Aunt Vee thinks we should braid blue and white flowers into my hair ribbons.”

Jonathan’s handsome face had frozen in a half smile.

“What’s wrong?” She tilted her head, then her eyes widened. “Don’t tell me you’re bored.” She released their hands before gently pushing him in the chest. “I always listen to your stories. You could do the same for me.”

He took her hands again and pulled her closer. “You will always keep me enthralled. It’s . . . I’m a little dejected that I won’t be there to see you.”

“I can’t imagine that you’ll not be there. It’s the biggest social event of the year outside of Lysander & Sons’ annual party.” A profound cloud of bewilderment settled around her. “Why won’t you come?”

“Because that’s my news. I’m leaving for London on the morrow.”

“For how long?” The disappointment he wouldn’t be there for her first dance stung, but she’d always considered herself an optimist. “If you’re not there for the assembly, then we can dance at my company’s party . . .” The shake of his head stopped her from finishing. “Tell me,” she whispered.

He looked to the sea for a moment. “I’ll be gone for years.” His resigned gaze locked with hers. “I may never come back.”

“What?” She didn’t hide the hint of hysteria in her voice.

“Some men from the war secretary’s office came to see me today. Seems they discovered I speak French, Spanish, and German fluently and have a keen ability to shoot. Said I’m precisely the man they’re looking for. They’ve asked if I’d be interested in a special assignment. It’s quite the honor. I’ll be stationed with the British army on the Continent wherever they need me.”

“No, Jonathan.” She shook her head as if she had the last word in denial. “Did your guardian agree to this?”

“Yes. My father had discussed it with him before he passed. He’d want me to do this if he were alive today.” Emotion flared in his dark chocolate-colored eyes. “I thought you’d be happy for me.”

Why couldn’t he be the best farmer in all of England instead of the best marksman the country had ever seen?

“How could I be happy with you being sent into danger?” She sucked in a breath after having the proverbial wind knocked out of her. He gently tilted her chin until they could see into each other’s eyes.

“Besides Mr. North, you’re the only one I’ve told that I’ll be on a special assignment. It has to remain secret.” He cupped her cheek with his palm. “You can’t save a dance for me.” His eyes clouded with some emotion she’d never seen on him. “You can’t wait for me either.”

“Why not?” she asked softly.

“Because it wouldn’t be fair to you if something happened to me.”

“For instance?” As soon as she uttered the words, she understood his meaning. “You mean if you’re killed? No. I beg of you, do not go.” She closed her eyes at the horror of what he was saying. “I won’t allow you to go and die over there. Whatever they want you to do is not worth giving up your life. I always thought . . .” For the love of heaven, what was she saying? They’d never discussed their future together. But ever since she’d known him, she thought they’d somehow, some way be a part of each other’s lives.

“You mean the world to me.” Jonathan pulled her into his arms, and she drank in the familiar evergreen scent. Chest-to-chest, their hearts beat in rhythm. “I’ll be helping our country.” He pulled away and looked into her eyes. “I’ve always thought that we’d build something together, but sometimes life has other plans. Listen, I’ll do my best to come home, but I can’t”—his voice broke with emotion—“I won’t ask you to wait for me.”

The pounding of her heart urged her to defy him. “You can’t tell me what to do. I will wait for you.” Tears were streaming down her face as she angrily wiped them away. “I hate those men who came to see you. They have no right to take you away from Portsmouth and me.”

“I don’t want you pining away for me. I want you happy.” He brought her hand to his heart and held it there. “If you care for me, you’ll promise me this.”

His heart’s steady beat encouraged her to look at him, but she held her ground.

Then the kind and handsome fiend threw down the gauntlet. “I need you to support my decision.”

She drew her hand away, then wiped her remaining tears. She nodded, but they both knew that her heart wasn’t in the gesture.

He reached into his inner coat pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. “I have some suggestions of what to look for in a man. He has to earn the right to court you.”

She wrinkled her nose much like when she smelled something foul. Which was appropriate. The idea that she’d even consider anyone besides him was putrid.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He stood holding a piece of foolscap in his hands.

She immediately felt the loss of not having him near, and for an instant, she wanted to pull him back. Their moments together dwindled by the second.

“You should settle for nothing less than a man who loves you for who you are. He shouldn’t try to change you.” He peeked over the paper. “He should love who he becomes when he’s with you.”

“All right,” she said softly. “Is that all?”

“Hardly. I have an entire list.” He took a step closer. “He should revel in your accomplishments.”

With every word, his deep voice laid claim to her heart.

“His heart should be revealed to you through his kindness and his care. He should love you with every part of his being. He should never ever say a harsh word or glare at you in anger. And, finally”—Jonathan lifted his eyes to hers—“he should worship all the bountiful gifts you possess that are uniquely yours. Only that man is worthy of you, Constance Lysander.”

Though only several feet separated them, it felt like two miles. “Please . . .”

In seconds, he stood before her, his eyes red with unshed tears. He pressed his list into her hand. “Keep this as a reminder of me and what I want for you.”

She nodded. “I promise to save a dance for you at every event I attend.” Her voice grew softer until it became a whisper, a vow that she’d keep until her dying die. “Whether it’s next week, next year, or the next decade, I’ll save one for you whether you’re there or not.” She cupped his cheeks with her hands. “But I beg of you . . . come back to me.”

She searched his face, and the tenderness threatened to steal her breath. How could she let him go?

Without another word shared between them, she pressed her lips to his. Her breath caught at the softness of his lips against hers. For a moment they didn’t move as this newness between them unfurled, then wrapped them together in its embrace.

With a soulful sigh, he pulled her tighter, never letting his mouth leave hers. It wasn’t simply a kiss but a sweet, soulful conversation about the past they’d shared and the future that had been robbed from them.

When they broke, he traced his thumb across her lips, the look of awe clear on his face. “I’ll cherish you forever.” He reached for his satchel, then pulled out a book. “For you.”

She took the book and reverently opened it. Her gaze flew to his. “It’s an illustrated copy of Nautical Knots.”

He clasped his hands behind his back as he rocked back on his heels. “I thought it might be easier to learn the knots if you had a manual of sorts.” He bent close and lowered his voice. “I don’t want you staying up for nights on end trying to create them from memory.”

“It’s perfect. Thank you.” She turned to the front page where he’d inscribed it. To my best friend, Constance Lysander. May our lives always be entwined no matter the time or distance that separates us. “Oh, Jonathan,” she murmured. It was all she could manage as her heart tumbled in a free fall. She wanted to pull him to her and never let go. Without hesitating, she rushed to her basket and pulled out her journal. “I want you to take this.”

A line formed between his brows. “But it’s your book of essays. You always carry that with you.”

“I can always start another. I’ve written about Portsmouth, the sea, and our neighbors. It’ll be as if you have a little part of home when you . . .” Her words trailed to nothing as she tamped down the swell of emotion.

With their gazes locked, he cupped her cheek. “More important, I’ll have a part of you with me . . . forever.”

The bell from the village tolled, reminding them both that evening would soon be upon them.

“I must go,” he whispered before pressing his lips to hers again in a brief kiss.

“Jonathan,” His name on her lips left her breathless. “Come back to me.”

He smiled with a wistfulness she’d never seen before. He reached for Reggie and patted his head. “Take care of our girl, Reginald.”

Once more, he pressed his lips to hers, then he was gone.

Gone from the room. Gone from her life.

She forced herself to run after him. By the time she reached the drive, he was already galloping across the fields. He turned back once. When Jonathan saw her, he bestowed that heart-swelling, familiar, confident smile and waved his hat in the air as a goodbye. She lifted her hand in answer.

The image of him assured and happy was permanently etched in her mind.

Then and there, she made a vow. If God would bring him home, she would keep Jonathan’s silly rules and do her level best to follow them. The simple truth was that she’d never meet a man who would compare to Jonathan.

He already ruled her heart.

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Book Info:

Get ready for lost wills, broody dukes, and scorching hot kissing all over London in Rules for Engaging the Earl by Janna MacGregor.

Constance Lysander needs a husband. Or, so society says. She’s about to give birth to her late husband’s child—a man who left her with zero money, and two other wives she didn’t know about. Thankfully, she has her Aunt by her side, and the two other wives have become close friends. But still—with a baby on the way, her shipping business to run, and an enemy skulking about, she has no time to find the perfect match.

Enter Jonathan, Earl of Sykeston. Returned war hero and Constance’s childhood best friend, his reentry into society has been harsh. Maligned for an injury he received in the line of duty, Jonathan prefers to stay out of sight. It’s the only way to keep his heart from completely crumbling. But when a missive from Constance requests his presence—to their marriage ceremony—Jonathan is on board. His feelings for Constance run deep, and he’ll do anything to make her happy, though it means risking his already bruised heart.

With Constance, Jonathan, and the new baby all together, it’s clear the wounds—both on the surface and in their relationship—run deep. But when the nights come, their wounds begin to heal, and both come to realize that their marriage of convenience is so much more than just a bargain.

Praise for Janna MacGregor:

“Janna MacGregor dazzles.” —Eloisa James

“Janna MacGregor’s stories positively sparkle.” —Christi Caldwell
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Meet the Author:

Janna MacGregor was born and raised in the bootheel of Missouri. She credits her darling mom for introducing her to the happily-ever-after world of romance novels. Janna writes stories where compelling and powerful heroines meet and fall in love with their equally matched heroes. She is the mother of triplets and splits her time between Kansas City and Minneapolis with her very own dashing rogue, and one smug, but not surprisingly, perfect pug. She’s the president of Regency Fiction Writers. She loves to hear from readers.
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