Hi lovely readers!
My latest Regency romance is released. It's available as an ebook on Amazon, including through Kindle Unlimited.
I hope you'll enjoy this story. The hero loves the heroine and he'll give up everything to save her.
Read an excerpt from the first chapter below.
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About the book:
Miss Eliza Moore has fallen.
Once a pursued heiress, now she’s far worse than the poor relation—vicious rumors have caused her to be cast out onto the streets.
Lord Daniel Ashton has been in love with Eliza since his youth. When he learns she has been ruined, he races to save her by offering his hand in marriage.
Eliza agrees to the marriage only to thwart the machinations of a lecherous villain. She doesn’t trust anyone with her heart, not even a man with kind eyes and strong arms who claims to love her beyond reason.
Will Daniel be able to help Eliza feel safe again after the betrayals of her life? Is he doomed to forever love his wife, but to never receive her love in return?
Beneath Spring’s Rain is a clean Regency romance with a threatening villain and closed-door intimacy between a married couple. Join Eliza and Daniel in their journey to happiness together.
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Excerpt from Chapter 1
The door slammed behind her. The sound of the bolt sliding home rang with a resolute clank.
Eliza stood motionless. A drizzle of rain reached her bonnet and shoulders. Her heart beat too fast in her chest, and her stomach was a roiling knot of horror. She fought down panic. What would she do? Where could she go?
She forced herself to walk back up the steps. She stood sightless at the top, the street a line of closed doors before her. Her brain churned in fruitless circles.
A sound of traces jangling alerted her to the presence of a dark coach waiting near. It was too well-appointed to be a hackney but had no identifying marks. It stood a few yards from her, its horses stamping, the coachman well-bundled from the chill March afternoon with a muffler around his face and a hat pulled low.
The street was otherwise empty.
The door to the coach swung open, and a man descended from it without assistance from a footman. Her heart seized, stuttered, and began pounding blood into her ears. It was the Earl of Crewkerne.
“The lovely Miss Eliza Moore. It is a pleasure. Always a pleasure.” He tipped his tall hat and ran his eyes over her. His lips twisted up and his blue eyes hooded.
Her skin crawled as his gaze went over her. Everywhere his eyes lingered left her feeling like insects ran over her skin.
He was a handsome man despite being middle-aged, his well-cut blond hair hiding any touches of grey, lines of dissipation only beginning to mar his even features. The cut of his clothes and the jewels that flashed in his cravat and on his little finger proclaimed him a nobleman of taste.
She had once welcomed his attentions. But she hadn’t known, as she did now, what those attentions entailed.
“What do you want?” She took a step back, pressed against the wrought-iron railing behind her.
He smiled, and the sight of it soured her stomach.
It was the wrong question.
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