Hi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! As I mentioned last week, I’m now moving onto something new. So, without further ado, I’d like to introduce my next novel, Mia’s Men. It’s a reverse harem romance, the first in The Heiress’s Harem series, and is due for release on the 23rd January, and is available to pre-order. This is an UNEDITED snippet, so please excuse any errors.

Mia Harrington thanked James, her father’s butler—her butler now, she supposed—as she stood from behind her father’s desk—now also hers, to welcome her visitor.

“Mr Lenton. Thank you so much for coming, and on such short notice. Please, come in, and take a seat. Would you like something to drink? Tea, coffee, water?”

The grey-haired, bespectacled man gave a tight smile and bustled over to the chair Mia had indicated. “Thank you, Miss Harrington. A glass of water would be fine.” He took a seat, then began removing files and papers from his briefcase and placing them on the desk.

Once Mia had delivered two glasses of water to the desk and taken her own seat, the solicitor fixed her with what was undoubtedly an often-practised solemn expression. “Thank you. May I firstly offer my sincere condolences on the loss of your father? He was a wonderful man, and he will be greatly missed.”

Mia barely resisted the temptation to roll her eyes. She’d received so many condolences and expressions of sympathy in the last thirty hours that she was in danger of drowning in them. In many ways, of course, she deeply appreciated them—it was heart-warming and offered the merest sliver of comfort to know that she wasn’t the only one who’d loved Edward Harrington and genuinely mourned his loss.

It was the sound-bite condolences that drove her crazy, from people that had barely known him, and those she’d never even heard of, let alone met. How could it possibly help Mia to know that Mrs Pipes from the post office in the village was terribly sorry for her loss? And it would only get worse once the death announcement went into the newspaper.

She mentally shook herself. While Mrs Pipes might not matter, Mr Lenton most definitely did. He had been her father’s solicitor for many years now, and was here to discuss her father’s will with her. And, although she’d much rather not be dealing with the fallout, would much rather Edward Harrington was the one in the office with her right now, poring over paperwork; in the absence of a time machine or a magic wand, she had no choice. She had to hear what her father’s wishes were, and carry them out to the very best of her ability.

Pre-order Mia’s Men here (the book will be withdrawn from the other retailers a few days after release to go Amazon exclusive, so if you shop elsewhere, I highly recommend bagging your copy sooner rather than later): https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/mias-men/

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