Join us on a Regency adventure of love and romance with seven brand new stories by some of today’s most sought after historical romance authors in Regency Ever After: Timeless Tales and Fables 2 Stolen by My Knave by Dawn Brower Enticed by Lady Elianna by USA Today Bestseller Amanda Mariel The Ugly Duckling Debutante by USA Today Bestseller Meara Platt A Diamond for a Duke by Collette Cameron His Elusive Nightingale by USA Today Bestseller Ari Thatcher The Fairy Palace by Sue London Hunting for A Lady’s Heart by USA Today Bestseller Tammy Andresen
A best selling and award winning author, DAWN BROWER writes both historical and contemporary romance.There are always stories inside her head; she just never thought she could make them come to life. That creativity has finally found an outlet. Growing up she was the only girl out of six children. She is a single mother of two teenage boys; there is never a dull moment in her life. Reading books is her favorite hobby and she loves all genres. For more information about upcoming releases or to contact Dawn Brower go to her website: authordawnbrower.com
Once upon a time seven historical romance authors created a fairy tale inspired Regency world with all the romance of Regency and timelessness of fairy tales. Stolen by My Knave by Dawn Brower As a child, Lady Elizabeth Kendall glimpsed an image of a handsome gentleman in her looking glass. Imagine her surprise when years later she meets the Duke of Whitewood, who bears a striking resemblance to her imaginary man. Will they accept fate's decision or ignore all the signs that brought them together?
The waltz was still considered scandalous. Elizabeth had never understood that until Jack placed his hand on hers and started the steps of the dance. They moved in unison. One stroke, another, and their bodies almost close enough to touch. His heat mingled with hers until she warmed unbearably. Her breathing hitched slightly when she glanced up and met his gaze. He’d been staring down at her and she hadn’t realized it until that moment. His eyelids were drooped low and seductive. She’d only thought she could feel his heat before—now it was spreading through her like rapid fire. It was a never-ending inferno of need, but what she wanted she wasn’t exactly sure. What she did understand, without a doubt—only Jack could give it to her. Jack started speaking, bringing her back to reality. How long had she been lost in thoughts? His words weren’t a profession of undying love or anything near what she’d hoped for… “I’m not going to recite poetry or revel you with pretty words.” His gaze seared through her. “Promises are not something I give lightly.” Jack spun her around with graceful expertise. She didn’t understand what he was trying to say to her and feared it was quite important. Her mind was wandering and her need was too great for her to focus. What was she supposed to do? “Absolutely,” she replied for lack of something better to say. Why did he have such a blasted effect on her? How was a woman to think when she wanted to wrap her arms tight around a certain enticing gentleman and never let go? His lips tilted upward. “You don’t understand, but in time you will.” “I don’t need you to tutor me on the finer points in life.” Her irritation with him was growing to new heights. If he was going to spout inane drivel, she had better things to do. That wasn’t what she required of him. “Oh, but you do, love,” he replied. Wickedness filled his grin and she forced herself to hold a shiver of anticipation in. “At least in one regard.” “I beg to differ.” She lifted her chin defiantly. “You speak of promises not given lightly, and in the same breath make none. I believe you said you won’t give me poetry or pretty words—perhaps that is the unspoken promise.” Elizabeth leaned closer than the dance allowed and rubbed her thumb over the back of his hand. He clasped onto her hand tighter. “I’m not shy about saying what I want. Tomorrow isn’t promised, and that’s the only guarantee we have in life. That our fate is unknown and it is up to us to decide how we want to live our life. I didn’t ask you to make me any promises. In fact, I didn’t ask anything of you.” She stared into his eyes. “But I will, and when I do, I can almost guarantee it will scare you witless.” “I doubt anything you could say would accomplish such a feat.” She smiled. “The night is still young, Your Grace.” Elizabeth licked her lips. “Give it time.”