💥💥COMING SOON!💥💥 JANE DEYRE by Nelle L’Amour!

 

To celebrate Charlotte Bronte’s birthday, Nelle L’Amour is giving away a paperback copy of her gorgeous new contemporary retelling, Jane Deyre. Check it out and be sure to pre-order your copy today!!

Title: Jane Deyre

Author: Nelle L’Amour

Genre: Contemporary Retelling

Release Date: April 28th

About Jane Deyre:

A steamy and twisty contemporary retelling of Jane Eyre from USA Today bestselling and #1 Amazon all-star author, Nelle L’Amour.

 

When legendary actress Edwina Rochester offered me a job to be the nanny of her five-year-old goddaughter, I didn’t expect to end up living at Thornhill, her infamous Hollywood mansion. The site of a kidnapping, suicide, and possible murder.

 

Nor did I expect to fall in love with my charge’s devastatingly handsome father, Ward Rochester. A man who’s totally off limits and is hiding a secret.

 

As my feelings for him deepen, strange, frightening sounds start coming from the room next to mine. My most intimate possessions go missing. And someone’s leaving me notes, threatening my life.

 

Should I trust the mysterious, mercurial Mr. Rochester? My heart tells me yes. But my brain tells me run.

 

The problem, reader, is I have no place to go. And I cannot resist him.

 

Will I get the happily ever after I’ve always longed for? Or will I be the next victim of The Curse of Thornhill?

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Exclusive Excerpt:

Jane

The interior of the car is as dazzling as the exterior. Honestly, reader, I could live in this car. It’s like a luxurious house. With its buttery leather seats, polished burl dashboard, and shiny steering wheel, the same luggage color as the seats with an “R” in the center. I’m not sure if the “R” stands for Rolls-Royce or Rochester. I set the headpiece of my Smurfette costume on the floor mat between my feet. My heart is still beating overtime, and beneath my costume, I’m overheating.

My devastatingly handsome companion settles into the driver’s seat. As he yanks the seat belt across his broad chest, I fumble for conversation.

“Um…thanks for the lift, Ward.”

“I’d prefer if you call me Mr. Rochester.”

Mr. Rochester? I flinch. Is he Edwina’s son? I do the math in my head. He looks to be in his early thirties; thirty-five at most. From what I recall about reading about Edwina, she’s about seventy. It’s possible, though I don’t recall her having a son. Maybe it’s just a coincidence they share the same last name? Or he’s related in a different way?

“Where to?” Cutting my thoughts short, his words come out in two harsh syllables.

I give him my address and watch him program it into his phone’s GPS while I struggle to buckle myself in with my gloved hands.

“Seriously?” His voice rises decibels. “That’s all the way by the fucking airport. I honestly don’t have time for this shit.”

Nice to meet you too. “Oh, and by the way, my name is Jane. Jane Deyre. And if you really don’t want to take me to my place, it’s not a problem. I’m perfectly capable of taking the bus.” I unbuckle my seat belt, which is a hell of a lot easier than buckling it. One jab of the red button and the latch pops

My mysterious driver shoots me a perturbed look. “What are you doing?”

“Duh. I’m getting out of the car.” I reach for the door handle. “I know when I’m not wanted.” That’s an understatement. I’ve spent almost my entire life being unwanted. Going from one foster home to the next. From bad to worse with each successive one.

I crank the handle and shove the heavy door open. As I stick one foot out, I feel a firm grip around my left upper arm. So firm it hurts right through my padded costume. I let out a yelp.

“Let go of me.”

“You’re going nowhere, Jane Deyre. Get your big blue ass back in the car.”

I try to wriggle my arm free, but it’s futile. My strength is no match for his.

“Screw you!” I bark.

“Great! Not only do I have a kid who talks back to me, but I now have a nanny that does as well.”

I process his words. Wait! This is Adele’s father? Does this mean he’s Edwina’s godson?

“You’re Adele’s father?” I stammer, giving in to his command.

“Yeah. Lucky me.”

“Yeah, lucky me,” I repeat silently.

 

About the Author:

Nelle L’Amour is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author as well as an Amazon All-Star who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, beautiful twin princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment and toy industries with a prestigious Humanitas Prize for promoting human dignity and freedom to her credit, she gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago, but still enjoys playing with toys with her hubby. While she write in her PJs, she loves to get dressed up and pretend she’s Hollywood royalty. Running the gamut from romantic comedy and contemporary romance to romantic suspense and romantic fantasy, her steamy stories feature characters that will make you laugh, cry, and swoon and will stay in your heart forever.

 

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