Under the Mistletoe with Sabrina Darby

Dec 15, 2014 by

Under Mistletoe
Happy Holidays, everyone! I’m Sabrina Darby and I write primarily historical romance set in the Regency era with a few excursions into contemporary and erotic territory. My newest novel, and my first book with Entangled’s Scandalous imprint, is Lord of Regrets, a story about second chances and redemption.

Favorite Holiday Song: Auld Lang Syne (I know it’s a New Year’s song but still!)

Favorite Holiday Food: Chestnuts! (Although I miss having them on NY street corners.)

What’s your favorite thing about the winter holiday season?

I live in Southern California, so my favorite thing about this season is that we actually start getting some colder weather. The few people in my neighborhood who have wood-burning fireplaces make the air smell wonderful and on a cold evening, cooking some soup or having hot cocoa while listening to the wind is so much fun.

What’s your least favorite thing about the winter holiday season?

In recent years, I’ve become less interested in receiving presents, especially numerous ones. I’d be really happy with a few family dinners and just presents for the little ones.

About Lord of Regrets

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Hero’s Name: Marcus

Heroine’s Name: Natasha

What would the perfect gift your hero would give your heroine and why?

Lord of Regrets begins five years after Natasha ran away from her lover, Marcus. He kept her forgotten perfume bottle by the side of his bed all that time. Although he’s a viscount and heir to an earldom, Marcus started a soap-making factory to gain independence from his grandfather. I think it very likely that one of the earliest gifts he would give Natasha is a soap or fragrance inspired by and dedicated to her.

What would the perfect gift your heroine would give your hero and why?

Marcus is a fairly simple man and as long as he has Natasha’s love, he’s beyond thrilled. So if she gives that to him every day of their lives, he would be fabulously happy.

Where would your hero or heroine secretly hang some mistletoe to catch an extra special holiday kiss and why?

I think it very likely that Leona, their daughter, would be the one to hang the mistletoe and surprise her parents, and she would probably hang it in every doorway!

Share an excerpt of your favorite kissing scene between these two characters.

She was inviting him in. Again. Despite her best intentions, he was striding past her into her house.
I love you.
The three words still ricocheted in her body. She was foolish. She was vulnerable.
And she wanted to believe.
Natasha tamped down the unbidden yearning, the girlish dreams that she had thought long since relegated to fantasy. Soul mates. He had suggested the idea to her so long ago, seduced her with it, and then she’d forced it away, derided herself for ever entertaining such a thought. Of course, she had been prime for such suggestion. Had she not felt that urgent rush of…something…a push forward from her heart to his? She had been so ready to think it grand,
extraordinary, fated.
Despite the derisive tenor of her thoughts, it was
difficult to completely erase the glow of pleasure she felt at his declaration of love. Chiding herself for that insidious emotion was unsuccessful as well.
“Leona is outside in the garden making snow angels.” She closed the door and turned to follow him into the sitting room. Only––
He hadn’t moved very far and suddenly he was looming over her.
She tilted her head back to look up at him. For a moment, the sensation of falling overwhelmed her. Then the back of her head touched the firm wooden door, and she quickly reached back to assure herself she was still standing, still upright. The pounding of her heart was as foolish as any Gothic heroine’s.
“I’ll willingly take whatever you give me, Tasha,” Marcus said, reaching out. His gloved hand was cool on her neck but as he moved closer, the heat of his body warmed her. “And then,” he was close now, too close, and she knew he would kiss her, “I’ll ask for more.”
At the first touch of his lips, Natasha tasted honey, velvet, chocolate, silk, emeralds, and pearls, all the indulgent luxuries that had always come with his kisses. There was also his scent—his scent and an unfamiliar citrus blend. Yet even that fragrance, too, she was coming to associate with Marcus, with this Marcus, the man who was older, more handsome, more self-assured and relentless. The Marcus who claimed his daughter and claimed to love Natasha herself.
She sighed against him and felt him take that release as surrender. She lost herself in the world between his hand and his mouth, his desire and his will, and it was full of hot, spring colors that had nothing to do with the blustery winter outside the door at her back. He tasted melting, spicy, and she wanted more.

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