This is a beautiful festive read featuring three historical tales from three talented authors! Sweet, sensual and incredibly romantic, this a real Christmas treat, although you could read it at any time of the year when you want to lose yourself in gorgeously written historical romance.
Ann Lethbridge is a wonderful storyteller and Lady Sybil’s Vampire is a perfect example of how skilled she is at writing not just Regency romance, but paranormal Regency romance.
This story of forbidden love and desire is exciting, fast paced and extremely romantic. Set in Regency London, the story follows the delectable vampire Anton Blade and the object of his desire, Lady Sybil Lofstrom. Anton is afraid to fall for Sybil because he has a debt to pay, which meant that he has vowed never to love. Worse is the fact that Sybil is human…or is she?
Sybil harbours her own fears, focused around losing her mind as her mother did. She sees things no one else can, and feels she cannot confess to anyone what she sees in case they imprison her as they did her mother.
When Sybil and Anton meet, they are irresistibly drawn together. Both lonely, both afraid but both strong and wilful, they are the perfect match and their inner light and darkness combine to make for a passionate and emotional tale.
I loved this book and have to confess that I cried my way through the final 20%. Anton is everything you want in a hot Regency vampire; animal, possessive and desirable. Sybil is a fabulous female lead because she knows how she should behave, she is aware of what’s acceptable for a lady’s companion in Regency England, yet she follows her own heart and mind.
I recommend this book for fans of Regency and paranormal romance.
Cursed Treasure… Book one Lord Suitor
It’s no secret that I fell into writing Regency romance by accident. And definitely no secret how much I love both the writing and the research. It’s so much easier these days, with search engines as well as very helpful librarians on our library van. (Once a week into the village and they get almost everything I ask for.) Once I decide I need information everything else gets forgotten about as I flit from one thing to another. Sometimes I end up nowhere near what I was looking for, but oh boy I’ve enjoyed it.
The idea for this series came about, strangely when I saw a stately home and it’s contents were threatened to be parted due to mismanagement over years and of course death duties.
I didn’t dwell on the death duty bit, but I’ve got an idea plotted around it…, but I did have a light bulb moment about someone with a fortune and someone without…
Of course, I didn’t know then that the fortune was said to be cursed.
Or that Id have a prequel of the story of how… and why… before the grown up children decided to rid the family of the curse and make a fortune again…
That’s a free read from Evernight and me… http://www.evernightpublishing.com/compromised-by-raven-mcallan/
And no, they’re not paranormal…
They just have cursed treasure in them…
Lord Suitor is Tessa’s story…
A smuggler and an aristocrat. Who should Tessa chose?
Both professed their love for her, both intrigued her. How could she pick one over the other?
When Tessa was accosted by a smuggler her life took a turn for the better. Or so she thought. Until Nathaniel, Lord Fenniston indicated his interest in her. She had to marry to help her family, but her loyalties are torn.
Either man could be the one, but how can she decide? Torn between them, Tessa must think hard and fast.
Luckily, fate has it’s own way of deciding, and Tessa had no option but to do as it dictates.
And a wee tease…
“You’ve gone and done it now, youngster. She be dead. How you goi’n t’splain that to his Lor’ship, eh?” The rough voice echoed and fluctuated like the sound of waves rushing in and out of one of the numerous caves in the cliffs below Birch House. Tessa took a sharp inward breath and winced as one of the drums of the local regiment played a brisk march on her skull. How dare they? She needed to sleep, not be entertained in such a manner.
“She’s not dead,” the smooth-as-her-morning-chocolate voice said. “I didn’t hit her that hard, a mere tap. Just to let the ponies get on. See, she’s still breathing, you fool. Look, her bosom is heaving like a ship under full sail.”
A ship under full sail indeed. She may be nicely endowed in that area, but not to those extremes. That picture in her mind conjured up Lady Frame, whose bosom was akin to his description.
Tessa moaned and struggled to sit up. Strong hands held her firmly.
“Don’t wriggle, woman. You may well do me a mischief if you do, and I swear you might not welcome the results.”
She stilled immediately as a distinct bulge made its presence known in the cleft of her arse.
“There now, see? She’s wakening.” The velvety, cultured voice spoke once more.
Was it familiar? Tessa couldn’t get her thoughts straight enough to work that out.
“Come on, sweetheart, show us you’re back with us again.” Those strong arms—she had no reason to believe it was any other—gathered her up, and she felt safe and cossetted as a calloused hand stroked her cheek and then gave it a gentle tap. “Stop pretending.”
If she considered she was cosseted before, now she felt scolded like a recalcitrant child.
“Get you off, young sir.” The rough voice had become urgent. “Leave her with me. I’ll knock her out again and get away afore she comes around again.”
“Rubbish, enough of the violent thoughts. You go and do your bit, and I’ll speak to you tomorrow. She won’t see my face. The men need to know all is well, and you can reach them better than I can. I’ll do what is needed here. Off you go before my lady opens her eyes and clocks your ugly phizog. It might send her off again.”
There was a cackle of laughter, then a rustle and the fading sound of someone walking over what sounded like shingle.
“Come on now, I know you’re awake. Your breathing changed. Stop playing the dead man, and let’s get on.”
She bit her lip as she tried to open her eyes. They didn’t want to cooperate, and she suddenly realized why.
“Why am I blindfolded?” Was that weak and whinging voice really hers? “Take it off at once.” There, surely that sounded more in command?
It seemed not. Someone laughed.
“Sorry, sweetheart, nothing doing. It’s in your own best interest not to see anything. Look to the wall while the gentlemen do their work.”
Love R x
The Emerald Comb gripped me from the start with its expert weaving together of two tales. I loved the way that Kath McGurl gradually revealed the secrets of the St Clairs then brought them together with some brilliant twists and turns along the way. Just when I thought I knew what had happened or what the characters were hiding, I was thrown into gasps of delight when the author threw me a curveball.
The story moves effortlessly between the 21st and 19th centuries, engaging the reader in the life of heroine Katie and the lives of her ancestors who resided at the beautiful Kingsley House. I am obsessed with old buildings and certain historical periods, so this novel ticked a lot of boxes for me.
Kath McGurl’s characterisation is flawless and I was intrigued by some of the characters, especially the historical ones – Agnes in particular – because the reader is given insight into their hearts and minds and Kath McGurl shows us that no one is simply good or evil. She also doesn’t shy away from the gritty realities of life and how people often act upon animal impulses in the moment, which made this an even more enjoyable read.
I devoured The Emerald Comb and would highly recommend it!
The Chateau was the first book I have read by Karen Aldous but it certainly won’t be the last. This beautiful novel whisked me away from the rather cold, drizzly UK and took me to the picturesque shores of Lake Geneva.
The heroine Gina is sweet and kind. All she wants in life is to make a success of her property business and to settle down and have a family with her long term lover, Max. Sounds simple enough, right? But love is never simple and Karen Aldous shows us this through the central characters’ relationships and through those of the supporting cast. Gina’s life is further complicated by her attraction to the sexy and apparently arrogant Ollie, a property developer who can’t seem to stay away from Gina. But as with all good heroes, Ollie is more than just a handsome face.
Karen Aldous also blends in a supernatural mystery which Gina feels compelled to solve – with Ollie’s help, of course. I loved the way that she blended glimpses of history in with the modern day setting.
This novel is enchanting, romantic and funny, even when the author is dealing with some of the harsher realities of modern day life as well as some unpleasant events that happened in the past. I thoroughly enjoyed it!
Book 1, The Notorious Flynns
January 13, 2015
For years Serafina McPhee has been engaged to marry the heir to the Duke of Hartholm and for almost as long, she has been struggling to find a way out of that engagement. When he suddenly dies, she does not mourn but thrills at the idea that she will be free. Unfortunately, best laid plans go awry when the next in line for the title, her intended’s cousin, Raphael “Rafe” Flynn is forced to take over the engagement. But Serafina knows Rafe’s reputation as a libertine and wants nothing to do with him, either, even if he is devastatingly handsome.
She proposes an arrangement: she will agree to the marriage and provide Rafe with his heir and spare. Once she has done her duty, he will let her go. Rafe is intrigued both by her beauty and by her utter disgust with the idea of being his bride. Women normally fall at his feet, not cringe away from him. However, since their arranged marriage is not something he can escape, he agrees to her terms.
But when he finds out on their wedding night the truth about her torture at the hands of his predecessor, he finds himself driven not just to fulfill his bargain with his new bride, but to introduce her to desire. While they move closer together, surrendering to wicked pleasures, dangerous emotions may violate every agreement they’ve made.
Serafina forced herself not to flinch as she entered the room with its richly paneled walls and tall bookcases filled with tomes Cyril had never touched in his life.
Come to think of it, Serafina hated this chamber as much as the parlor.
A man stood at the fire and, as her father shut the door, he turned. Serafina caught her breath.
She had never met Raphael Flynn, the new Duke of Hartholm and the cousin of her late fiancé. He wasn’t titled and moved on the outside fringes of the Upper Ten Thousand.
What had been said about him were murmurings of a reputation that seemed to both irritate and intrigue those in her circles. He was rich but no stranger to scandal and repeated behavior that thwarted Society’s many rules.
Even Cyril had hardly spoken of his cousin in the past except to malign him, which softened her to the man considerably.
And then there were the rumors of his intensely handsome good looks. Now that she stared at him, leaning on the mantel with a haphazard nonchalance that didn’t reflect the importance of the moment, she couldn’t deny that he was utterly beautiful. An Adonis. There was no other way to describe him.
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