Historical Romance
I am in the process of publishing my historical romance books.
I am in the process of publishing my historical romance books.
Miss Julia Prior knew her life was about to change—and not for the better.
Yesterday her dear father had been laid to rest in the Bentley churchyard.
As the bells tolled, his eternity box was lowered into the earth.
Though his death had long been expected, she had prayed he might somehow recover.
Anthony Steele, the Earl of Brett, seized the letter addressed to his sister from the silver tray in the entry hall. The post might tell him the name of his sister's lover.
Earlier that evening, while strolling through the back garden, he saw his sister in a compromising embrace—her gown askew, her hair unpinned, and the man she was with was equally disheveled.
“Madelyn, pay attention! Listen to me.” Lady Kathleen Emmett snapped her fan against the folds of her day dress, the sound sharp as a whip. She pointed toward the faded brown sofa. “Lord Cuthell is perverted. An odd fish. Cruel, vile, wicked—a devil in human form. If you wed him, he will strangle you to death after first breaking every bone in your body.”
Lady Amelia Reade did not want to go to her father’s study. Little flurries of apprehension chased through her body as she paused outside the door.
The Earl of Fowle did not look like a devil—no horns, no tail, no pitchfork in hand. Yet, in Amelia’s mind, he belonged in hell.
He appeared so ordinary. His thinning brown hair lay neatly combed; his figure grow plump from too many sweet tarts. Deep wrinkles fanned from the corners of his eyes, and his pudgy fingers were laden with jeweled rings, each one worth a small fortune. Rings, a footpad would love to possess.