Blog Tour ~ The Princess Plan by Julia London ~ Excerpt + Giveaway
Morning all!
A princessy welcome to the Blog Tour for The Princess Plan by Julia London! I just HAD to participate, look at that gorgeous cover with a dress I so need in my life. đ
For today’s tour I got various things for you to enjoy! For instance you can read an excerpt, or join the giveaway, and I am sure you are curious about the book and author so I got information for that as well.
Let’s get the tour started, shall we? does a curtsy
Princes have pomp and gloryânot murdered secretaries and crushes on commoners.
Nothing gets the tongues of Londonâs high society wagging like a good scandal. And when the personal secretary of the visiting Prince Sebastian of Alucia is found murdered, itâs all anyone can talk about, including Eliza Tricklebank. Her unapologetic gossip gazette has benefited from an anonymous tip about the crime, prompting Sebastian to take an interest in playing detectiveâand an even greater interest in Eliza.
With a trade deal on the line and mounting pressure to secure a noble bride, thereâs nothing more salacious than a prince dallying with a commoner. Sebastian finds Elizaâs contrary manner as frustrating as it is seductive, but theyâll have to work together if theyâre going to catch the culprit. And when things heat up behind closed doors, itâs the prince whoâll have to decide what comes firstâhis country or his heart./p>

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Julia London is the New York Times and USA Today best-selling author of more than thirty romantic fiction novels. She is the author of the popular Cabot Sisters historical series, including The Trouble with Honor, The Devil Takes a Bride, and The Scoundrel and the Debutante. She is also the author of several contemporary romances, including Homecoming Ranch, Return to Homecoming Ranch and The Perfect Homecoming.
Julia is the recipient of the RT Bookclub Award for Best Historical Romance and a six-time finalist for the prestigious RITA award for excellence in romantic fiction.
She lives in Austin, Texas.



The door swung shut behind him.
Eliza and the masked man were alone.
He tilted his head just slightly to the left, as if he was uncertain what heâd just found. She returned his gaze with a curious one of her own. His presence was so large and the passageway so small that she felt a bit as if she was pressed up against the wall. But thanks to the rum, she was feeling rather sparkly and untroubled and, with the help of the wall, managed to curtsy with a slight lean to the right and said, âHow do you do?â
The Alucian didnât answer.
She supposed it was possible he didnât speak English. Or perhaps he was shy. If he was painfully shy, he deserved her compassion. Sheâd had a friend who had suffered terrible stomach pains for days when she was forced to be in society. She was married now, with six children. Apparently, she wasnât shy away from society.
Eliza held up her glass, making it tick-tock like a clock pendulum. âHave you tried the punch?â
He glanced at her glass.
âItâs delicious,â she proclaimed, and drank more of it. Perhaps as much as half of it. And then chuckled at her indelicacy. Sheâd forgotten most of what she knew about polite society, but she was fairly certain guzzling was frowned upon. âI hadnât realized I was quite so parched.â
He stood mutely.
âIt must be the language,â she murmured to herself. âDo you,â she said, enunciating very clearly and gesturing to her mouth, âspeak English?â
âOf course.â
âOh.â Well. She could not guess what would cause a gentleman not to speak at all if he understood what was being said to him, but frankly, Eliza was more concerned with the whereabouts of the footman than the Alucian stranger. âAre you going through?â she asked, gesturing to the ballroom door.
âNot as yet.â
The clean-shaven, tall man with the thick tobacco-colored hair and the pristine neckcloth had a lovely accent. She thought it sounded like a cross between French and something else. Spanish, perhaps? No, something else. âHow do you find London?â Not that she cared, but it seemed odd to be looking at a gentleman when there were only the two of you in the passageway and not at least attempt to make polite conversation.
âVery well, thank you.â
The door behind him swung open and very nearly hit the gentleman on the backside. The footman squeezed inside. âPardon,â he said, bowing deferentially before the Alucian gentleman. Eliza thought it curious the footman didnât offer the Alucian the punch but walked past him to take Elizaâs glass and offer her another. âOh dear. I really shouldnât.â But she did.
