Adventure, suspense, intrigue and love.
A multi-published, bestselling Amazon Regency author, Maggi lives with her husband, a retired lawyer in the Southern Highlands of Australia. She began to write as a child and always had her nose in a book. Now her children have left the nest, she can indulge in her writing, when not feeding the local wildlife. Maggi has a BA degree in English and Fine Arts, and a Master of Arts Degree. Her historical books are set in the Georgian, Regency and Victorian eras. *Some characters appear in both Regency series, but all stories stand alone.
New Regency Romantic Suspense Series
UNMASKING LADY HELEN – The Kinsey Family. Book One.
Cover by Erin Dameron-Hill
Sometimes the biggest risk we take is with our hearts.
At twenty-four, Lady Helen Kinsey has her future carefully mapped out. A life of gentle quietude in the country caring for her unmarried brothers and walking with her dog. It does not include marriage, a dream she banished after her first Season. But when a handsome earl enters Kinsey House in London on a mission to find out why their footman was poisoned, she finds herself drawn into solving the mystery. And despite resistance on her part worthy of an army maneuver, she is irresistibly drawn to the earl himself.
After Whitehall receives a letter warning of a plot against the Crown, Jason, Captain Lord Peyton, is sent to investigate. Surely the famous explorer, Lord Lawrence Kinsey could not be behind it. He is engrossed in roaming ancient libraries and tombs in the East and bringing back their treasures for the museum. But after Peyton finds a fragment of a burned letter it appears that something dangerous lurks in Kinsey House, and Peyton becomes determined to keep the defenseless family safe, and one member particularly. Lady Helen has built a wall around herself and holds him at arm’s length. But arm’s length is not where Peyton wants to be.
As the mystery unfolds it becomes imperative for Peyton and Lady Helen to work together, very closely indeed.
THE BARON’S WIFE
After Laura Parr marries Baron, Lord Nathaniel Lanyon, he takes her to live in his ancient home in Cornwall. A dark cloud hovers over Wolfram. The death of Nathaniel’s first wife has never been solved, and some of the villagers believe him responsible. Struggling to understand the distant man she married, Laura tries to uncover the truth. With each stone unturned, she comes closer to danger.
Lord Nathaniel Lanyon had decided never to marry again. But when he meets Miss Laura Parr, the daughter of Sir Edmund Parr, one rainy afternoon, he realizes almost immediately that he must have her in his life. And the only way he could was to marry her.
Nathaniel believes that his troubled past is behind him and he can offer Laura a good life at Wolfram. However, he knows he can never offer her his heart. But as soon as they come to live in the ancient abbey, the past returns to haunt him, revealing secrets that he thought had been buried forever.
“A Gothic romance in the classic style, the author is a master at creating ominous atmosphere and multilayered characters.” Coffee Time Romance and More.
“The plot was interesting and the added mystery kept me riveted. The novel kept me wondering until the end.” The Romance Studios.
“It was hard to put the story down as the mystery kept just out of reach, drawing the reader in further to the storyline. [It] kept me up way too late into the night following the puzzle of Wolfram Abbey. I look forward to seeing more from Maggi Andersen.” Siren Book Reviews.
Previously published as Night Garden
The Baxendale Sisters
Lady Honor’s Debt
Lady Faith Takes a Leap
Lady Hope and the Duke of Darkness
The Seduction of Lady Charity
The Scandalous Lady Mercy
The Spies of Mayfair
A Dangerous Deception
To Love a Spy
A Secret Affair
THE SCANDALOUS LADY MERCY
After her four sisters married for love, Mercy Baxendale, in her first London Season, wants the same for herself. Her requirements are simple. The man she marries must be madly in love with her, and he must also be prepared to support her business venture.
When an incident lands Lady Mercy Baxendale and Grant Viscount Northcliffe in the scandal sheets and has everyone in London talking, they are forced into a marriage of convenience. Although Northcliffe is quite the most handsome man she’s met, he does not fill her criterion for a husband. Not only does he appear to be a man with secrets, he has a very public mistress.
Grant foresees no rush to marry and produce an heir. His grandfather, the Duke of Rotherham, and Grant’s father are still above ground. And squiring a fiancée around London for the Season is difficult with the dangerous work he’s undertaken for the Crown.
While he accepts that circumstances have thrust marriage upon him, he wishes his reluctant fiancée would be warmer. There’s a decidedly chilly expression in her beautiful blue eyes when she looks at him.
Will they find it possible to overcome their differences and love one another, or will his secrets destroy their chance of happiness?
FINALIST in the EMERALD PRO AWARD
Angeline Martin tried to run away from her past. But the past has a way of catching up with you.
After ten years of living in Hong Kong and working for a magazine, editor and food writer, Angeline Martin is drawn back to Australia after her twin sister Dany is involved in a car accident that has claimed a man’s life. The sisters were once the closest of confidants, until an event drove them apart; and it now seems that Dany, a talented and eccentric artist, is keeping her secrets close. Only this time, it’s dangerous.
The town has changed beyond Angie’s recognition, making Angie feel out of place, and Detective Inspector, Nick Alexander is digging. It’s clear he suspects foul play. Angie, or Angel, as her sister calls her, finds herself caught between her sister and the attractive cop she can’t seem to ignore.
DI Nick Alexander is fighting to stay in his job. To move to another station now would be disastrous. The present case is keeping him here, but he’s torn between solving a murder and protecting someone he’s come to care about. Either way leads him down a path to misery.
Bestselling romance writer, Maggi Andersen teams with Adam Frost in this explosive story of murder and deception.
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London, 1816. A handsome baron. A faux betrothal. And Horatia’s plan to join the London literary set takes a dangerous turn.
Baron Guy Fortescue arrives in England to claim his inheritance, abandoned over thirty years ago when his father fled to France after killing a man in a duel. He is set upon by footpads in London, and on his way to his country estate, robbers attack him again. Guy escapes only to knock himself out on a tree branch.
Aspiring poet, Horatia Cavendish has taken to riding her father’s stallion, “The General,” around the countryside of Digswell dressed as a groom. When she discovers Guy lying unconscious on the road, the two are forced to take shelter for the night in a hunting lodge.
Someone wants Guy dead. Is it his relative, Eustace Fennimore? He has been ensconced in Rosecroft Hall during the family’s exile and will become the heir should Guy die. Guy proposes a faux betrothal to give him more time to discover the truth.
Horatia is determined to keep alive her handsome fiance, who has proven more than willing to play the part of her lover even as he resists her attempts to save him.
This story has all the elements of a perfect Regency romance, a handsome Frenchman in fear of his life from unknown quarters, a beautiful girl trying not to fall in love with him and a mysterious Lord who becomes his friend but seems to know a lot more about him than a stranger should.- Anita Davison.
John Haldane, Earl of Strathairn, is on an urgent mission to find the killer of his fellow spy. Has the treasonous Frenchman, Count Forney, returned to England to wreak havoc? Or has someone new landed on English shores to stir up rebellion in the Midlands? After visiting the young widow of one of his agents, Strathairn strengthens his resolve. A spy should never marry. And most certainly not to Lady Sibella Winborne, with her romantic ideas of love and marriage. Unable to give Sibella up entirely, he has kept her close as a friend. And then, weak fool that he is, he kissed her… Lady Sibella Winborne has refused several offers of marriage since her first Season years ago — when she first set eyes on the handsome Earl of Strathairn. Sibella’s many siblings always rush to her aid to discourage an ardent suitor, but not this time. Her elder brother, Chaloner, Marquess of Brandreth, has approved Lord Coombe’s suit. Sibella yearns to set up her own household. She is known to be the sensible member of the family. But she doesn’t feel at all sensible about Lord Strathairn. If only she could forget that kiss…
“I loved this book! The characters come on stage with wounds, bruises, laughter and longings that are slow-roasted over the fire of daily life and extraordinary events that were entirely believable. No one is a modern super-character dressed in Regency clothing, thank you Ms. Andersen! The hero and heroine are consistent with the era that produced them and are surrounded by family, friends, obligations, and anxieties that have produced their unique story.”
Reviewed by Katie. Romance Reviews Magazine.
Will Sibella forget this man who gave her this sweet kiss? Will she choose the man of her life by listening to her heart or her reason? All these questions will be answered when you read this novel. Ms. Andersen’s style of writing kept my interest throughout the whole book. I recommend this novel.- Nicole Laverdure.
A widow resigned to her fate… When Lady Althea Brookwood comes up against a dangerous foe, she is forced to marry a man of influence. But her former life with her cruel husband has made her distrust men. She will grace her husband’s drawing room and his bedchamber, but her heart will remain uninvolved.
Leaving his sad past behind in Ireland … Irishman, Flynn, Viscount Montsimon has become a renowned diplomat and close confidant of the Prince Regent. A handsome rake many women of the ton wish to take to their beds, Flynn treats women lightly. Until he meets a lady who seems impervious to his charms. She appears to want to get to the heart of who he is. But what does she really want?
Embroiled in a dangerous game of intrigue … Flynn cannot afford to lose his focus, for there is not just his heart at stake…
“Kieran’s experiences give him insight into Althea’s issues, and allow him to adjust his approach, suddenly not only as the means to an end, but to win her heart. Utterly engaging and fun to read, this book is a lovely trek to a happily ever after.”- Gaele, Jeep Diva.
THE EARL AND THE HIGHWAYMAN’S DAUGHTER
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Eugenia Hawthorne, daughter of a deceitful highwayman, saves the life of the Earl of Trentham after he’s deposited at her door suffering from a bullet wound. Outsmarting her father, the earl takes Eugenia to live in his beautiful country estate, Lilac Court. But what does he really want from her? It seems there’s a mystery attached to an emerald necklace, which he wishes her to wear at a London ball. Could Eugenia be the daughter of a powerful duke, but born on the wrong side of the blanket? Her mother refused to tell her.
As Brendan, Earl of Trentham, works to bring down a hated foe, he and his sister instruct Eugenia in the ways of the ton. She is beautiful and, despite the cloud over her birth, will be desired by many men. Why doesn’t that prospect make him happy?
“The Earl and the Highwayman’s Daughter is indeed a Cinderella story with Eugenia as our young beauty and the Earl as her “prince.” I was delighted to spend a few hours with the characters while they navigated their way through society’s dos and don’ts, all in the name of hope and sweet romance. It didn’t take me long to care about the characters and I was invested to know what would happen to them.” Books & Benches
Snippet: Her fascinating green eyes turned cool. “Then did you gain your pound of flesh tonight?”
Her words cut him to the quick. “You have been reading Merchant of Venice I see. I understand your feelings, Eugenia. But you shall know the whole of it soon.”
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Kate Kilgarth, yearning for passion and excitement far from her country village, refuses to marry her childhood best friend, Lord Laurence. But Kate finds excitement right on her doorstep. Lord Broughton has returned from abroad to restore the partly burnt-out Broughton Hall, reigniting an old mystery.
When Kate overhears two plotters, she is determined to save Broughton Hall from murderous foes. She cannot count on Laurie’s help. He has become quite stuffy since he left Cambridge. But can she trust Lord Broughton? And why has the beautiful Frenchwoman, Angelique, come to stay at the Hall?
As Kate falls headlong into love, she risks far more than she intended.
THE SEDUCTION OF LADY CHARITY
Lady Charity Baxendale has long dreamed of becoming a renowned portrait painter. After two significant commissions from esteemed family members, a rakish Scottish baron commissions her to do his portrait, and she feels she is one step closer. When Robin, Lord Stanberry, with whom Charity has had a long friendship, asks her to marry him, she must choose between marriage and her career. She refuses him for he is heir to a dukedom, and Charity fears that not only would she be unsuited to life as a duchess, but also that her burgeoning career might end before it begins. And besides, Robin has made no mention of love.
Due to tragic unforeseen circumstances, Robin is now the Duke of Harwood. Robin feels himself unfitted for such a position. He was perfectly content living as a Viscount in Tunbridge Wells, writing a manuscript on ornithology. He’d hoped to have Charity at his side by the time he took his place at Harwood Castle, for her pragmatic nature and strength of character would be of enormous help to him. Should he have thrown himself at her feet and declared an undying love? Charity would have seen through it, for that was not the sort of friendship they enjoyed. But her refusal has brought him lower than he’d thought possible. Could he change her mind, despite the distance that now lay between them?
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DIARY OF A PAINTED LADY
In Victorian England, beautiful artist’s model Giovanna Russo is desired by two powerful men. One is enchanted by her and decides to make her his mistress. The other wants her dead.
When Gina’s diary is discovered over a century later, it reveals the secret of her step-father, renowned pre-Raphaelite artist, Milo Russo’s untimely death, struck down at the height of his fame.
When actors, Dylan Shaw and Astrid LeClair make the movie Painted Lady, based on the diary, they discover through Gina’s story the meaning of true love.
Diary of a Painted Lady, an intriguing time slip novel, Andersen skilfully weaves her characters’ past and present lives. Present day Paris. Astrid le Clair refuses to marry Philippe her partner for 5 years. She is serious about furthering her career as an actress, and travels from France to England, where she hopes to make her name in the film, Painted Lady, adapted from a diary kept by Giovanna, step-daughter of renowned pre-Raphaelite artist, Milo Rosso.
Ivor Heath, England. Dylan prepares to take the male lead in Painted Lady. When he meets his co-star he is fascinated by her.
London, 1890. Blair Delaney attends an auction. He is struck by the beauty of Milo Rosso’s painting of Aphrodite. He buys it with the intention of finding the model. When he does, she exceeds his expectations.
Throughout the beautifully written novel, Andersen is in complete control of her characters. She swept me into scenes that tempted me to read on. I am sure her many fans and new readers will enjoy Diary of a Painted Lady
CAROLINE AND THE CAPTAIN
Released: 14 June
Captain Nicholas Bonham of Wellington’s Peninsular Regiment, the 52nd Light Infantry, returns from fighting the Napoleonic wars to see his brother laid to rest. A skilled rider, George’s death remains a mystery, as does the parlous state of his finances. Debenham Park must be sold unless Nicholas can find a swift solution.
George’s former fiancée, Miss Caroline Mirringham, harbors a secret. She has trusted no man except her father and George, and now considers her future to be a desolate one. When her father proposes that Caroline marry Nicholas, she is filled with horror. The captain is nothing like his amiable brother. He looks altogether too strong and harsh. He would demand far more from her than she could give.
In her first Season, Hope Baxendale attracts the interest of a powerful English duke, the husband all debutantes wish for and some will fight dirty to get. If only the handsome Frenchman Daniel Brienne, Duc du Ténèbres wasn’t distracting her from her course. Daniel shows little interest in marrying again, and surely, it is only the sadness in his deep brown eyes that pulls her to him:
Daniel yearns for solitude. When his very existence is threatened, he wakes to the possibilities of a life passionately lived. He knows just whom he wants in his future, but the weary hawk, the Duke of Winslow, circles. And is it fair to ask Hope to leave her family and her country for him?
Her mother and father were still lost somewhere behind her. Hope struggled to edge past him in the confined space. They were so close they were almost at kissing distance. At the sight of the ridge of his strong jaw above her, she quivered and studied the ornate silver buttons on his coat.
A heavyset man halted beside Hope. When his way forward was blocked, he lost his temper and pushed against her. His foot crashed down on her instep, unprotected in her thin evening slipper. Hope cried out in pain, but the man merely ground his shoe into hers to gain momentum and pushed on.
With an angry scowl at the man’s back, the duke took her arm and pulled her sideways. He frowned down at her. “Did he hurt you?”
She grimaced. “My foot is a little sore.”
Hope limped as he drew her toward the open French doors.
When they reached the doors where the curtains flapped in the breeze, they escaped out into the cool, welcoming fresh air. The terrace was deserted. A small party of guests, who had braved the weather, disappeared amongst the trees to admire the gardens lit by braziers.
Hope had left her evening cloak when she’d entered the mansion. She shivered and rubbed her arms. Her foot throbbed horribly, and she’d begun to hobble.
The duke put an arm around her and led her to a garden seat. He shrugged out of his coat and wrapped it around her shoulders. “I’ll fetch your parents.”
Hope clutched his coat, still warm from his body to her chest and breathed in his musky, masculine scent. “It will be difficult for you to locate them in that crush.” She looked toward the open door. “I expect they’ll soon find me.”
“Then please allow me to see the extent of your injury.”
Hope cautiously lifted her gown high enough to expose her foot and ankle as the duke knelt at her feet.
She muffled a gasp as his gloved fingers took a gentle hold of her ankle and his dark head bent over her foot. Her skin tingled where he touched her. The only man who had ever paid attention to her ankle was the groom who’d taught her to ride. The duke removed her slipper, revealing an obvious swelling beneath her damaged stocking.
“You’ll have a nasty bruise, but I don’t think you’ve broken a bone,” he said, lifting his head and pinning her with his deep, soulful dark brown eyes.
She sucked in a breath and fought to compose herself. He didn’t look beguiled. In fact, he sounded like their doctor. She’d thought him quite sociable when they’d last danced, but tonight, there was more distance between them despite his proximity. It was impossible to know what he was thinking. She supposed she didn’t present well from this angle. She now had a big hole in her soiled stocking. “I was to ride in Hyde Park on Sunday. I suppose I shan’t be able to, now,” she said. “And I was looking forward to it.” She closed her mouth firmly, aware she was rambling.
“I doubt this injury will prevent you. You like to ride?”
“I do. Riding gives one a wonderful sense of freedom.”
“Although Rotten Row is a little restricting. One cannot gallop there. My father disapproves of women galloping. He says sidesaddles are dangerous.” She pressed her lips together.
“They have been proved so.”
“I would love to ride astride, like men. I don’t see why women cannot.” Rambling and opinionated. She was so nervous she seemed unable to stop.
“In the future perhaps, when you marry.” He straightened, but having him stand so close didn’t improve her breathing.
“A husband would permit it?”
“I don’t see why not in the privacy of his estate.”
“Then you agree?” she asked, curiosity getting the better of her. “You would allow your wife to ride astride, I mean.”
He paused to consider it. “It would be entirely my wife’s decision.” His smile softened the firm set of his jaw and turned his eyes to brown satin. “But I imagine you could persuade your husband without a great deal of difficulty, Lady Hope.”
It wasn’t a criticism, for his tone was warm. He might even like her a little. In fact, his gaze was a soft caress, and oddly, it seemed to bring him closer, although he hadn’t moved an inch. A lurch of excitement shocked her and brought her back to the present. They were at a rout, surrounded by the beau monde. Her dress was rucked up, and he was holding her shoe!
“We’d best replace your shoe before your foot swells.” The duke dropped down again and returned to his task.
He was holding her ankle in his long fingers while slipping on her shoe when her father stormed out of the door with her mother following on his heels.
For a moment, Hope held her breath as her father surveyed the scene. Thankfully, he did not rush to judgment. But neither was he pleased. His brows snapped together.
Nominated for the RONE Award
The Baxendale Sisters Series, Book Two.
Dutiful daughter Faith Baxendale just wants to please. Faith isn’t as adventurous as her younger sister, Hope, gadding about the Continent with their aunt, nor as rebellious as her elder sister, Honor, who planned to become a card sharp. And Faith couldn’t lose herself in her art like sixteen-year-old, Charity. Even Mercy, at fourteen, shows more backbone!
After Faith’s first Season ends, her father urges her to marry the man of his choice. But when Lord Vaughn Winborne, a neighbor Faith had a crush on while still in the schoolroom, arrives home for the Brandreth’s hunt ball, surprising even to herself, Faith is drawn again towards a man her father would never consider.
The youngest Brandreth male, Vaughn, is the black sheep of the family. His elder brother, Chaloner, Marquess of Brandreth, still looks upon him as a reckless youth, and Vaughn is determined to prove him wrong.
A chance comes in the form of a scandal not of Vaughn’s making, and he must learn to trust Faith, who, when all’s said and done, has always known her own mind.
Ms. Andersen captivates with her tale of intrigue and chivalry as Vaughn rescues not one, but two ladies in distress. Nothing is more delightful than a knight in shining armor! This is not a mere tryst but a love affair for the ages, meant to remind readers that true love is out there and meant to be attained. The plot twists are spot on and the characters provide the right amount of attitude to keep the entertainment level high. This is a tale to be remembered, as it sparks all the right notes to meet the standards of romantic inspiration and intrigue.
Penelope Anne Bartotto (InD’Tale Magazine.)
“I can hear gunshot,” Faith said.
“Mm.” Charity stood at her easel on the riverbank. “I think I’ll work here, the light is perfect.”
“The Brandreth’s guests must be having a successful day’s shooting,” Faith said to her younger sister.
“Are you looking forward to their ball?” Charity asked, displaying little disappointment at still being too young to attend.
“Yes. Seeing Honor and Edward, especially.” Faith angled her lacy yellow parasol to block the late summer sun, which was surprisingly hot, and glanced at her sister with a sigh. Charity’s straw hat swung carelessly by its blue-striped ribbons. “Mama will have a fit if you get freckles on your nose.”
“Mm?” Charity murmured, lost to her.
Faith settled on a rug under a chestnut tree with a Minerva Press book her eldest sister, Honor, had smuggled into the house for her to read. Father had banned them, saying they filled a woman’s head with ridiculous notions. The story proved to be enjoyable, but Faith felt guilty every time she opened the book.
“I think I’ll paint that big oak tree over the river, I like the way the sun dapples the leaves.” Charity dabbed at her palette with a paintbrush, mixing paint.
The river bordered Brandreth Park, now linked with Highland Manor through Honor’s marriage to Edward. The eldest brother, Lord Chaloner, was Marquess of Brandreth, their father having died some years ago.
Faith closed the book, too unsettled to read. Her Season had been a whirlwind of soirees, balls, card parties, musical evenings and routes. She wrestled with her problem a decision eluding her. It was like wandering in a maze, one way looked promising, but led to a dead-end. It would not be long before her father’s patience wore thin, she suspected.
She sorely missed Honor’s wise counsel. As Honor and Edward had a farm in Surrey, they didn’t see much of them. They were coming tomorrow for the Brandreth’s hunt ball, however. Honor was an excellent sound board, she was sure to help Faith order her scrambled thoughts. Faith glanced at Charity, painting furiously, lost in her art. At sixteen, Charity was too young to discuss the important matters one faced in the grown-up world.
A gentle breeze carried the smell of pine and swayed the willow fronds dipping gracefully into the water. Another barrage of shots sent a flurry of birds into the sky. On the far bank, a dog barked. “Guinea fowl for dinner tonight,” Charity said. “Lord Chaloner promised to send us some.”
Faith sat up as a hound exploded from the bushes on the opposite bank, followed closely by a tall dark-haired man. He stopped and shaded his eyes to stare at them. “Good afternoon.”
Charity left her easel and walked to the river’s edge. “Good afternoon,” she called back.
Faith clambered to her feet, her heart racing, as he removed his hat and bowed. Lord Vaughn, a younger and more gorgeous version of her brother-in-law Edward, his thick, straight black hair gleaming in the sunlight. She had not seen him since, at sixteen, she’d watched him hunting with a group of men. That was two years ago. She had climbed a tree for a better view until Honor had come and dragged her home. Lord Vaughn was dangerous, her mother had warned. The most troublesome of the Brandreth men and to be avoided at all costs. Mama had expressed relief when he’d gone to live with his sister, Sibella, and her husband in York to manage the Marquess of Strathairn’s horse stud.
But here he was, standing legs slightly apart, shotgun over his shoulder, chatting to Charity across the water, and Faith, normally never lost for a word, mute as a swan.
“You must remember my sister, Faith?” Charity was asking him.
“My lord.” Faith stepped forward and dropped into a mindless curtsey.
A rich chuckle came across the water. “Don’t fall into the water, Lady Faith. You’ll ruin that charming parasol.”
Lord Vaughn looked different somehow, broader in the shoulder. He had been absent from all of the social events spent in the Brandreth’s company, since Honor and Edward had married. Thoughts flew through her mind, was he engaged? She hadn’t heard of it.
Charity stepped closer and gave her a nudge with her arm. “Say something,” she hissed.
Faith cleared her throat. “Has your shoot been a successful one, my lord?”
“Feeble,” Charity whispered.
Lord Vaughn put a hand to his ear. “Your soft voice carries away on the wind, Lady Faith.”
She raised her voice. “Do you intend to stay long in Tunbridge Wells?”
He frowned. “I’m not sure of my plans,” he shook his head. “Difficult to carry on a conversation while shouting.” He turned away.
Faith firmed her lips, annoyed with herself; she’d lost an opportunity to make a good impression. But Lord Vaughn wasn’t done with them; he walked further down the bank, backed up and took a flying leap over a narrow part of the river, landing on a rock mid-stream. He regained his balance and jumped again, landing a few yards away from them. Vaughn dusted his leather breeches and strolled over to them. He swept off his hat and bowed. “Ladies.”
Up close, he was even more devastating. He’d turned from a boy into a man, Faith decided with a swallow. There was a new maturity in his face. He wasn’t like his elder brothers, Chaloner, Bartholomew or indeed, Edward. Edward had a sense of calm and order about him, perhaps because he was in the law, but Vaughn, who was now giving due attention to Charity’s painting, and commenting on her excellent capture of the light through the leaves, had a restlessness in the way he moved, his face narrower, his high cheekbones more prominent.
His smile widened in approval when he turned to her, and she warmed all over. His green eyes weren’t at all like Edward’s. They hinted at a wicked humor. “The last time I saw you, Lady Faith, you were inhabiting a tree.”
Faith’s cheeks grew hot. Did he find her much changed? “I was but a child and curious to see what men did on a shoot.”
“Honor was afraid Faith would end up bagged like the guinea fowl,” Charity offered.
Vaughn threw back his head and laughed. It was a rich, full bodied laugh. Faith smoothed her gown and glared at her sister. Impossible to offend, Charity merely shrugged and returned to her painting.
Vaughn’s gaze swept over her, taking in her lilac gown down to her yellow kid half-boots. “You are not a child now.” He somehow made it sound like an invitation. Faith sucked in a breath.
Lady Faith Takes a Leap by Maggi Andersen is an exciting Regency Historical Romance. Book 2 in “The Baxendale Sisters”, but can be read as a stand alone. See, “Taming a Gentleman Spy”.
Fast paced tale of scandal, trust, passion, and romance. Once again, Ms. Andersen has proven her storytelling, even in a Novella. This title is a quick read, only 122 pages, but packed full of action and passion.
I enjoyed how Faith, stepped up to the occasion and showed her worth and her own mind. Compelling and powerful! Fans of Regency Romance will enjoy this quick, light-hearted romp through Regency England. Well done!
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I’ve read a couple of titles from Maggi Andersen, but the Baxendale sisters are new to me. Faith is the ‘dutiful’ sister, often feeling uninspired and uninspiring around her sisters that are more daring, dramatic, artistic or even more self-centered. You can’t help but like Faith, she wants to please her parents, but she also wants something more. She’s just not completely certain that she deserves, or can reach for it.
A lovely and sweet romance, this fast paced novella gives Faith some of the daring, adventure and backbone she fears were sorely lacking in her flirtation soon to be romance with Vaughn. Their interactions are lovely, and both characters grow and develop with the support of one another to become more than their familial reputations, even more than they expected from themselves.
Andersen writes a lovely character: full of heart and emotion with some growth to discover their true selves and feelings as they work their way through obvious and not so obvious obstacles. Secondary characters add depth and contrast, while a touch of humor and insets of description and etiquette obeyed or flaunted keep the story firmly grounded in its time.
Nominated for the BTS Red Carpet Book Awards
The Baxendale Sisters Series, Book One.
While making plans life happens…
Freedom. That’s all Lady Honor Baxendale wants–for her sisters and for herself. Not married off to the man her stepfather chooses. Honor has a bold plan to become financially independent, using a skill she learned at her father’s knee. She seeks the help of a solicitor and is pleased with her choice . . . as long as she can resist the solicitor himself.
Lord Edward Winborne has been happy to come to the aid of his four sisters in the past. When Lady Honor Baxendale requests his help for a disturbing scheme she has in mind, he feels it his duty to dissuade her. When that fails, he wants to protect her, and then somehow, finds he wants to do more. Much more.
Despite Lord Edward’s short visit, he had left an indelible impression on Honor. How different he seemed to most men of her acquaintance. He’d sprawled in the chair, one glossy, booted foot resting on his knee while he joked with her sisters, as if he were one of the family. She would expect to find a man of his refinement to be somewhat arrogant, but he didn’t appear so. In fact, when he’d assured Mercy with a twinkle in his eye that her dog was a special breed, Honor could almost believe he had a kind heart.
All the Brandreth men had been blessed with good looks. Two years ago, Faith had twittered on about Edward’s younger brother, Lord Vaughn. A handsome, careless fellow, he reminded Honor of a young Byron. Faith had even climbed a tree to get a better look at the youngest Brandreth male during a shoot held at Brandreth Park, and Honor had feared Faith would end up bagged like one of the guinea fowl. Lord Vaughn had discovered her in the oak tree and helped her down, sending her home before she met with disaster. He had presented her with a wildflower, which Faith had pressed in her Bible. Fortunately for her father, Faith was not yet out of the schoolroom. He would have had apoplexy had they grown fond of each other. Lord Vaughn’s reputation for falling into scrapes was the stuff of legend. Faith appeared to have forgotten him since he had taken up residence in York.
At this point, Faith wandered into the drawing room and interrupted Honor’s thoughts. “Papa has not changed his mind,” she said glumly. “Lord Edward has gone?”
“Yes. Was he annoyed to find you on his property?”
“Not at all. He is a nice man. A little forgetful. It’s his age, I imagine.”
Honor suppressed a smile. A man in his thirties would seem old to a girl of eighteen. “In what way forgetful?”
“He couldn’t remember meeting us.”
“Lord Edward is a solicitor. I imagine he has a busy life in London.” Honor had not forgotten him since the assembly in Tunbridge Wells, where she had taken note of his intelligent green eyes. With his commanding height and jet-black hair, all the ladies had their eye on him. He had not asked her to dance nor glanced her way, and while she was piqued, she had only herself to blame, dressed as she was in dull colors and blending into the shadows. Apparently, he had forgotten them all.
This is a delightful story, fast-moving with a number of interesting characters. It stays true to the time period without an overabundance of detail. The heroine exhibits the ability to help herself, yet can also accept her limitations. RT Book Reviews
This was a wonderful compact story which was enjoyable to read. This reader looks forward to reading the next installment in this delightful series. InD’Tale Magazine.
Lady Honor’s Debt is an enjoyable story with well written characters, a lovely romance and an excellent HEA. What’s not to love? I look forward to reading other works by Maggi Andersen. -Amazon reviewer.
“This story had romance, a bit of mystery, suspense and emotion. I highly recommend this book and I’m looking forward to the next book.” BTS BOOK REVIEWS
She fled Ireland because her life was in danger, now her troubles are worse…
To escape a murderous stalker, Caitlin Fitzgerald flees her home in Ireland and takes a governess job in the top end of Australia, determined to guard her heart against further hurt. In her chosen safe haven, she has poisonous snakes, wild boar and crocodiles to contend with. She learns to deal with those. But there are two men at Tall Trees cattle station who test her resolve. The very handsome and moody station owner, Jake Monterey, who has issues of his own, and Harry Phillips, the big, easy-going station hand.
Jake has two adorable children, and Caitlin loves her job, but when danger follows, must she flee again?
“With Murderous Intent is a story with a strong heroine, a mysterious, emotionally wounded, sexy hero and peril around every corner.
Caitlin travels far from her home to work as a nanny in Australia, hoping this will keep her safe. Little does she know she trades one danger – a crazy ex – for others: venomous snakes, crocodiles and more. She spends much of the beginning of the story learning how to survive in the Australian outback.
The children are sweet and engaging, the hero (their father) starts out aloof and disconnected, but she slowly changes that and really, though this is marked as a suspense novel, its focus is really on the romance and characters.
For a touching romance with a touch of terror, I can recommend With Murderous Intent.”
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After they’d put the children to bed and were gathering up their toys, Jake said, “You know that pile of wood and bricks out in the yard?”
She nodded. Covered in creeper, they had obviously been there a long time.
“I had planned to build the kids a playroom on the cooler side of the house. I think I’ll make a start on the foundations tomorrow.”
“Perhaps I can help load the bricks into the wheelbarrow?”
“A brickie’s laborer?” Jake laughed. “Every building site should have one like you.”
She grinned at him. “You think I can’t do heavy lifting?”
He grinned back. “You’ll get blisters, and you’ll quit when you break a nail.”
“Oh!” She punched him on the arm and hurt her knuckles on his rock hard muscle. “Just because I don’t have muscles on my muscles, like you.”
He raised a brow. “I’m not complaining about the way you’re put together.”
There was a loaded pause.
“I’ll be up and ready when you are,” she said to fill it.
He shook his head and chuckled. “You think?”
The next morning she rose to the sound of hammering. She looked out at Jake working, stripped to the waist. For a moment, she drank in the grace and beauty of the man. The rippling muscles on his chest and back, shiny with sweat. His trim waist and long, lean legs in his cut-off jeans. His dark head as he leaned forward with the hammer, pounding away with rhythmic strokes. There was something primal about it, which made her draw a very deep breath. But he wasn’t building it for her.
AN IMPROPER EARL
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At the end of her third Season, Lady Harriett Edgerton has refused her one offer of marriage from a perfectly worthy, if dull, suitor. Harriett doesn’t want proper. She wants passion. And the prospect of a passionate marriage is becoming increasingly unlikely, judging by the men she meets. When she and her family visit a dying relative at his country mansion in Kent, Pendleton Manor, everything appears normal on the surface, until Harriet is suddenly embroiled in murder, intrigue, and lust.
Gentleman farmer, Gerard Everard, Earl of Foxworth, has inherited an estate deep in debt. While he toils to save Foxworth from creditors, he becomes embroiled in a dangerous mission.
Together, Harriett and Gerard work to uncover a murderer, while Harriett, expecting Gerard to succumb to the charms of her younger, beautiful sister, Leonora, tries unsuccessfully to guard her heart.
A Regency Christmas Short Story
A stickler for correctness, Lord Bartholomew Winborne, second son of the Marquess of Brandreth, is about to take up his appointment as a vicar in India. Requiring a suitable wife by Christmas, he has made a list of the most desirable qualities she must possess. The annoying Miss Emily Isherwood appears to have none of them.
A short story
Meet the Brandreth family in the Spies of Mayfair Series, and The Baxendale Sisters Series.
Due to the codicil in his father’s will, Blake Dangerfield, Earl of Hawkeswood, must marry the woman chosen for him, or lose part of his inheritance. Did his father hate him that much? Wilhelmina Corbet is a hoyden, not long out of the schoolroom, who hails from a farm in Northumberland. The last time Blake saw her she wore braids and climbed a tree to rescue a kitten.
Wilhelmina Corbet has dreamed of Blake since she was twelve. But the thought of marrying the handsome earl terrifies her. She comes to his estate, Hawkeswood, determined to measure up to his expectations for a wife. But after time spent with him in London, Mina begins to wonder if the rake is the man she wants to marry.
Can they find happiness when a handsome heir to a dukedom, unruly pets, and a young chimney sweep are thrown into the mix?
When Mina arrived at the stables in her habit, Blake was nowhere to be seen. The groom brought out the mare that Blake had chosen for her. It was not much above ten hands and appeared to be half-asleep. “Not that one, I think.” Mina roamed the row of horse stalls. A tall, black horse caught her eye. As she went to stroke his nose, his nostrils flared, and he dug at the floor of his stall with a hoof. “What about this stallion?”
The groom shook his head. “That’s Thundercloud. ’Is lordship would have my ’ead on a stick if I put you on ’im.”
“I shall take full responsibility,” she said. “Please saddle him.”
The groom, shaking his head and muttering to himself, put the side saddle on the horse and opened the stall. Thundercloud snorted and fidgeted when led to the mounting block.
Mina patted his nose. “Poor boy. When is the last time you had a good run?”
“Not since he threw his rider last week,” the groom said. “And that was Johnson, who can ride fast asleep. Are you quite sure, Miss Corbet? I am happy to change the horse for another.” His chin sagged, and he looked as if he was about to face the gallows.
“I am sure, thank you, Tarrow.” Mina adjusted her brown skirts over the sidesaddle while the horse danced about. Taking the reins, she walked him from the stable quadrangle, down the lane and back again. He behaved like a perfect lamb. By the time Blake appeared, she felt she and Thundercloud were almost old friends. But she suspected no one would ever completely tame this horse. And possibly no one would tame his master, either. Blake strode down the avenue, looking anything but eager for her company.
The groom rushed over to him and engaged him in conversation. When Blake spied Mina atop Thundercloud, he looked much like a thundercloud himself. He gestured for her to return to the mounting yard with a sharp motion of his arm.
She meekly obeyed.
“You are not riding that stallion, Wilhelmina! He was a misjudged purchase of my father’s. He’s the very devil.”
“As you see, Cou… Blake, I am riding him.”
She rode up to him, and Blake unceremoniously pulled her down from the horse. “Take him back to his stall, Tarrow,” he said, tossing the reins to the groom.
More breathless from the touch of Blake’s hands at her waist than at the confrontation, Mina studied his handsome face, hating to see the world-weary expression in his eyes. She was just a nuisance to him, and he wished her gone. “I assure you I can handle him. He was a perfect angel.”
“An angel one minute and a devil the next.”
Mina folded her arms. “I would have thought you could ride him.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I can.”
“But you’re a bit wary of him,” she said politely.
Blake frowned. “I’m not a bit afraid of him. I prefer Ebony Fire—he’s a far superior horse.”
“Oh, I understand.” She gazed up at the sky. “One is entitled to have a favorite.”
“Thank you,” he said in an ironic tone.
“Not at all, I quite understand.” Mina tapped her riding crop on her gloved hand.
He eyed her suspiciously. “No need to repeat it.”
“But I do, honestly.”
“Why, you wicked girl.” A brief smile lifted his lips. “I believe you’re toad-eating me.” He called to the groom. “Bring Thundercloud back, Tarrow, and put a saddle on him. I’ll ride him.”
“Oh, if you’re sure?” Mina said. “He really does need exercise.”
“And shall you be glad if he throws me over a hedge?”
“Oh no,” Mina said hurriedly. “I shan’t like that at all. But you can ride him, can’t you? I wouldn’t—”
“Enough!” Blake said. “We shan’t travel down that road again.” He looked around. “Where’s that horse I picked out for the lady to ride?” he bellowed at the hapless groom.
Mina shook her head. “I’m not riding that…that sleepy pony.”
Blake gave a grudging laugh. “Sleepy pony, is it?” He walked along, studying his stable of fine horses. He stopped in front of a solidly built grey of about fourteen hands. “What about Silver Shadow?”
She came and rested her arms on the box and the sturdy horse nudged her hand looking for apples. “Very well,” she said. But she intended to ride Thundercloud one day. She was confident of her ability and would fight to prove her worth to this man.
They clattered over a stone bridge and rode out across the fields. Mina thought the big, black stallion suited Blake to perfection. She hoped that Thundercloud would behave, although she was sure that Blake would have little difficulty. He held the feisty animal in check with strong hands. She tried to urge Silver Shadow into a gallop, but he seemed content to canter some way behind the other horse. Her embarrassment quickly turned to annoyance when Blake had to circle more than once to wait for her.
They reached the river, and Blake helped her dismount. His hands at her waist sent another rush of warmth through her body. She prayed she didn’t blush. Her fair skin was annoyingly prone to it. She leaned against a tree and stripped leaves from a willow frond as Blake tied up their horses. He went to stand and stare down into the river.
She joined him. The wide river was fast flowing. “How big is Hawkeswood?”
“Around six hundred acres of woodland and eight hundred acres of pasture.”
“My, that’s a lot.”
“The river needs restocking,” he said. “There’s a lot to be done here. Father let the place run down in the last few years of his life.”
She wondered why his father hadn’t asked Blake to take the reins after he’d fallen ill, but she didn’t ask. She sensed the two men hadn’t got on well. “Haven’t you taken over the running of it?”
“I’ve employed a new estate manager. I haven’t been here much of late.”
“Because I have business elsewhere,” he said in a warning tone.
“I mean it’s so lovely here. I’d want to be here as often as I could,” she said hastily.
“I’m glad you do.” Blake walked a few paces off along the river. “Because after we marry, you shall be free to enjoy it.”
She remained where she was and watched the moody man, resisting the urge to follow him like an eager puppy. No doubt, that was something he was used to from women.
How to Tame a Rake is a breathtaking story of finding your true self. Wilhelmina is shown as a gentle, kind soul who is frowned upon because she rescues dogs and orphans. Blake is a rakish bachelor who sees his fiancée as unrefined and tries to mold her into how all the other ladies of the ton act. Only after she struggles to fit in and cannot, does the earl realize how uncomfortable she is with the city life. Ms. Andersen has taken a tale of an arranged marriage between a rake and a country maiden and given it a unique spin that will leave you entertained and falling in love with this beautifully written story.
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No. 1 Bestseller Amazon Regency
After refusing him once, heiress Miss Selina Wakefield accepts Giles Devereux, Earl of Halcrow’s, offer of marriage, against her better instincts. The handsome earl confesses that he needs to marry into money to save his crumbling estate, Halcrow Hall, and produce an heir.
Giles is the most interesting and fascinating man Selina knows. But he is also the most secretive. He has resigned his commission in the army while England is at war, and members of the ton cut him.
Because of the earl’s rakish reputation, Selina fears she may be leaving her calm, organized life for one of disorder and heartbreak. But she never expects what lies ahead.
First published as Love and War, a short story, but has been extensively rewritten.
Selina pulled at a thread on her glove. If it fell apart, it would a good excuse to leave. Despite her ministrations, the cotton glove remained stubbornly intact. She was pondering finding her sister Anne, to plead a headache and retire when long legs encased in black silk appeared beside her.
“Good evening, Miss Wakefield.”
Selina’s breath caught in her throat. She knew that deep, amused voice and could barely raise her head as her pulse increased.
“Giles Devereux,” he said unnecessarily and bowed.
“I may not be in the first flush of youth, Lord Halcrow, but there’s nothing wrong with my eyes, or my memory.”
“You are remarkably well preserved.” His blue gaze roamed her hair. “Not a grey hair to be seen for the ripe old age of what, three-and-twenty?”
“Last Tuesday. Although I don’t see that it makes for good conversation.”
He grinned. “Dear me, there’s no sense in mourning the passing years.”
Selina frowned up at him. “I am not, I assure you.”
“Then please accept my belated birthday wishes. May I join you?”
“It would be rude of me to refuse you, Lord Halcrow.”
“Did I not ask you to call me Devereux the last time we met?”
With a smile, he sat beside her on the small settee, causing her ribcage to tighten with nerves. She wanted him to go away, but then she’d be sorry to see him go. She didn’t seem to know her own mind where he was concerned. She took a sip from her glass to distract herself.
He eyed her glass. “I thought you hated Madeira.”
“I do.” Such was his disarming charm that he remembered such details.
“Allow me to get you a glass of wine.”
“I would be grateful, thank you.” As there was no waiter in the vicinity, she hoped he might go in search of one and allow her to gain her breath.
Devereux raised his hand, and a waiter appeared out of nowhere. When the man rushed off to comply with his order, he fixed her with his blue-eyed stare. She fought not to wriggle.
“You look well tonight.”
“Thank you. As do you.” She sensed his polite comment came with reservations. She had no such misgivings about him. He was, as usual, impeccable. While other men favored short, artfully windswept locks, his long golden hair was tied with a black velvet ribbon. It was like him to defy the popular mode of dress. He wore a black suit with an emerald pin in his white cravat. His coat needed no buckram padding at the shoulder and fit tightly against his slim waist. He stood out in the crowd, a blond devil, no doubt secure in the knowledge that women would fall under his spell with just a crook of his little finger. Well, if he was about to crook his finger at her, she would… She admitted she was not entirely sure of what she’d do, as she struggled to be indifferent to his charms. Annoyingly, her heart didn’t seem to be listening.
“I don’t like that pallid color on you, though,” he said. “It’s entirely the wrong green.”
With a sharp intake of breath, she smoothed the skirts of her white muslin gown, woven and trimmed with celery green. “Should I hurry home and change?”
A gleam lit his eyes. “I’m inclined to blunt speaking. I do apologize.”
Reproachful, she drew her brows together. He wasn’t sorry in the least.
“You should wear colors that enhance your eyes,” he continued, ignoring her daunting expression. He fingered the jewel pin in amongst the folds of his silky cravat. “This green, emerald.”
She choked at the effect wearing that color would have on the assembled crowd. “Look around you, my lord. Unmarried ladies wear white.”
“Insipid colors for the virginal.” He shook his head. “We English are eager to adopt French fashion, but because of our tight-laced moral standards, we make a mess of it.” The wicked gleam returned, the deep blue of his eyes trapping her. “I have an excellent plan that will take care of both these problems.”
Selina gasped and glanced around. “I refuse to listen to it, my lord. You are not to be encouraged. You’ll ruin my reputation. It doesn’t matter about yours; I suspect it’s already lost.”
He grinned. “You’ve heard then?”
“I heard you’d left the army.”
“I can’t talk to you here. Come outside where no one will overhear us.”
“I will most certainly do nothing of the kind!”
He placed a hand on her arm. “Curse it, Selina. I will behave myself. I give you my word. I must talk to you.”
Early Amazon Review: Ultimately Selina and Giles’ HEA was all the sweeter as they learned to trust each other more deeply and lovingly. I recommend this book.
Charity Barlow wished to marry for love. The rakish Lord Robert wishes only to tuck her away in the country once an heir is produced.
A country-bred girl, Charity Barlow suddenly finds herself married to a marquess, an aloof stranger determined to keep his thoughts and feelings to himself. She and Lord Robert have been forced by circumstances to marry, and she feels sure she is not the woman he would have selected given a choice.
The Marquess of St. Malin makes it plain to her that their marriage is merely for the procreation of an heir, and once that is achieved, he intends to continue living the life he enjoyed before he met her.
While he takes up his life in London once more, Charity is left to wander the echoing corridors of St. Malin House, when she isn’t thrown into the midst of the mocking Haute Ton.
Charity is not at all sure she likes her new social equals, as they live by their own rules, which seem rather shocking. She’s not at all sure she likes her new husband either, except for his striking appearance and the dark desire in his eyes when he looks at her, which sends her pulses racing.
Lord Robert is a rake and does not deserve her love, but neither does she wish to live alone.
Might he be suffering from a sad past? Seeking to uncover it, Charity attempts to heal the wound to his heart, only to make things worse between them.
Will he ever love her?
****Readers will love the delightful tale of love in an arranged marriage. As troubles buffet the new couple and their love is tested, readers will be rooting for them to make it through.- R T Book Reviews.
Vanessa Ashley felt herself qualified for a position as governess, until offered the position at Falconbridge Hall. Left penniless after the deaths of her artist father and suffragette mother, Vanessa Ashley draws on her knowledge of art, politics and history to gain employment as a governess. She discovers that Julian, Lord Falconbridge, requires a governess for his ten-year-old daughter Blyth at Falconbridge Hall, a huge rambling mansion in the countryside outside London. Lord Falconbridge is a scientist and dedicated lepidopterist who is about to embark on an extended expedition to the Amazon in search of exotic butterflies. An enigmatic man, he takes a keen interest in his daughter’s education, but Vanessa feels that he may disapprove of her modern methods. As she prepares her young charge to enter into the modern world, Vanessa finds the girl detached and aloof. As Vanessa learns more about Falconbridge Hall, more questions arise. Why doesn’t Blythe feel safe in her own home? Why is the death of her mother, once famed society beauty Clara, never spoken of? And why did the former governess leave so suddenly without giving notice?
*****The author deserves high praise for her ability to capture the reader’s attention and engage one in both the mystery and the romance of this delightful story! –Margaret Faria
She wants the truth, but it may cost her more than she thinks…
An ex-patriot-American living in England, magazine reporter Casey Rowan wakes to find one best friend murdered and another seriously injured. Casey is determined to find the killer, despite running afoul of the detective in charge of the case—a blue-eyed Scot named Rod Carlisle, who considers her a prime suspect. As Casey gets closer to the truth, losing her heart to the sexy cop isn’t the only thing she risks. Now her life is danger, too.
He wants her, but he may have to choose between love and duty…
Rod has no patience with civilians who interfere in police matters, even hot little numbers like Casey. Though he tries to keep things professional, Casey’s beauty and spunk are hard to resist. He warns her that what she’s doing is dangerous, but he only succeeds in alienating her. She refuses to listen and goes off on her own with disastrous results. Now Rod’s in a race to find the killer before the woman he loves becomes the next victim.
I highly recommend to all who love a great murder mystery! With twists, turns and romance, this book will keep you captivated and on the edge of your seat! Well done, Ms. Andersen!- Reviews by Molly
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No 1 Amazon Regency Bestseller
When a girl loses her memory, what better man to rescue her than a seductive duke?
Viola, so named by her benefactor, Hugh, Duke of Vale, has lost her memory, along with her respectability, after being found dressed in a male servant’s clothes. She is a mystery unto herself, with her knowledge of books and Latin, and her skill at the pianoforte.
The duke has found Viola a temporary home with his nanny in a cottage on his estate, while danger lurks in the shadows and darkens her dreams. Viola must leave beautiful Vale Park before Hugh’s marriage to the neighbor’s daughter, Lady Felicity, who he has been betrothed since they were children. And before Viola and Hugh succumb to an impossible passion. But where can she go?
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“Sweet and honorable characters. I enjoyed this book enormously.” Maggi Andersen has a new fan! Amazon Reviewer
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