Blog Tour: Playlist + Excerpt & Giveaway - How to Play the Game of Love by Harmony Williams

How to Play the Game of Love

by Harmony Williams 
Ladies of Passion, #1
Publication Date: October 17, 2016
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Select, Historical Romance


He’s everything she thinks she doesn’t want.When Miss Rose Wellesley’s father threatens an arranged marriage, she knows she’d better settle on a choice quickly or end up having no say in who she marries. Fortunately, she’s garnered a rare invitation to Lady Dunlop’s “Week of Love” house party, an annual affair notorious for matchmaking. Her plans to expedite a proposal would go smoothly if not for the brash younger sister she must chaperone, her outspoken, disagreeable best friend, and the bullish Lord Hartfell who seems determined to dog her every step.
Lord Hartfell embodies every last thing Rose dislikes in a man. He’s domineering, tenacious, argumentative, and a little too casual with his nudity for her tastes. Worst of all, Rose can’t seem to get him—or his kisses—out of her mind.
Rose is determined to find a more appropriate husband, even if her heart disagrees with how unsuitable the stubborn lord is…


Songs for Rose & Warren

1. Pink - True Love

2. Passenger - Let Her Go

3.  Three Days Grace - I Hate Everything About You

4. Alessia Cara - Wild Things

5. Demi Lovato - Confident

6. Mariana's Trench - This Means War

7. Maroon 5 - One More Night


I struggled, but he held firm. With a strangled noise of exasperation, I gave up.

He raised an eyebrow, the curve of his mouth quirking into a half-smile. “Are you quite done?”

“I’ll stomp on your foot.”

He didn’t budge. “I highly doubt a shoe as delicate as yours will do much damage.”

I bared my teeth. “Perhaps I’ll find a more uncomfortable place for it, then.”

His eyes widened. His nostrils flared. When I shifted, he pulled me flush against him to prevent my threat from coming to fruition.

The feel of his hot body lit my entire front aflame. I licked my lips. I must be wanton at heart, because I no longer wanted to pull away. “What would your fiancée think of this?”

My gaze dropped to his mouth. He supported the bulk of my weight, my position too precarious for me to stand fully upright. The muscles of his abdomen bunched against my body as he spoke.

“I don’t think she’d mind nearly as much as you pretend she would.”

“Of course she would. What woman wants to be cuckolded?”

His hands slid over my wrists and down my arms to my shoulders. He traced the line of my dress. “We have a…unique relationship.”

“Is that so?” I caught his gaze and held it. “Who is she?”

He narrowed his eyes. “No one you’d recognize.”

“Try me. What’s her name?”

He averted his gaze. “It isn’t important.”

Triumph flooded through me. “I knew it. You don’t have a fiancée.” I thrashed against his hold. The movement fitted me even closer to his body. His manhood stirred.

“I do.” His voice deepened, rough.

I tossed my head. “You do not. What woman would have you?”

Several locks of my hair tumbled loose from my pins. The blond tresses drooped into my eyes. I shook my head. One strand fixed to the corner of my mouth.

Warren’s gaze dropped to my lips. “Evidently, not you.” He slid one hand down my back, pinning me against him, but retracted the other. I flattened my palms against his chest, ready to push away if necessary. With gentle fingers, he herded the hair away from my face. The touch of his bare hands burned over my skin. He still hadn’t donned his gloves. He tucked the loose strands of my hair behind my ear.

“Never.” My voice was every bit as hoarse as his.


Harmony Williams has been living vicariously in Regency-era England since she discovered Jane Austen. Since time machines don’t yet exist, she’s had to make do with books—fictional and non-fictional. On the rare occasions she doesn’t have her nose stuck in a book, she likes to drink tea and spend time with her 90-lb lapdog. A feminist, she writes stories about strong women and the men who support them as equals.



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