A new historical romance set in the Regency. My heroine is trying not to fall in love with her handsome hero. For those of you who do not know my books, handsome is not always first on my list of attributes for a hero. If this one is handsome, it's because he must have some flaws that are entertaining for the reader and the author.
Do you remember the first story you ever wrote?
Yes, and I don't want to talk about it. At night I can hear it moaning from underneath the floorboards.
Eleanor finds Lord Jasper out of his mind on the moor. She saves his life and tries to keep it secret, because he is such a wicked rake that she fears what people will think if they know she spent the night with him. As far as she is concerned being forced to marry him is a poor reward for her kindness. Eleanor only likes him insane, when he adores her as his angel.
Lizzie Tempest does not approve of love or lust. The noble Felmont family is infamous for both. Unfortunately, Lizzie has accidentally ruined Lord Felmont and her banker uncles are forcing her to marry him.
Lord Jarrad steals his bride from her home using lies and the lure of a safe haven. His bride’s vow of perfect obedience is the priest’s idea, a way to keep her docile. As if Morag’s daughter could ever be tamed.
I should never have made friends with the eternal being trying to kill himself in the freezer. It wasn’t as if he could do it, he was only trying to make time go faster. Now I am trapped inside his vampire morgue, unable to move or speak. My fate was written long ago when I played vampire slayer on the beach.