Genre
Regency romance
Heat Rating
NC-17
Book Blurb
After fifteen years roaming the
globe, the Countess of Huntleigh returns to England with her dying husband. She
soon finds herself plagued by terrible troubles: a new title, estate, and
sizable fortune; marked attentions from the marriage mart; the long-awaited reunion
with her loving family; and a growing friendship with King George IV.
Settling into her new life, this
shy-but-not-timid, not-so-young lady faces society’s censure, the Earl’s
decline, false friends with wicked agendas, and the singular sufferings of a
world-wise wallflower. Guided by her well-meaning husband, subject to
interference by a meddlesome monarch, she must now choose the dastardly rogue
who says he loves her, the charming French devil with a silver tongue, or the
quiet country life she has traveled the world to find.
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Author
Bio
Mariana Gabrielle is a pseudonym
for Mari Christie, a mainstream historical and Regency romance writer. She is
also a professional writer, editor, and graphic designer with twenty years'
experience and a Bachelor's in Writing from the University of Colorado Denver, summa
cum laude. She lives in Denver, Colorado with two kittens who have no
respect at all for writing time.
Excerpt
“I think you are making a mockery of me, Sir.
You are flirting shamelessly at every party, and now right in front of my
husband. You must desist.”
“Nick,
please—Wellbridge, if you prefer—and you are entirely correct. I would much
rather flirt with you behind his back.” He leaned in closer to her ear, “When
we are in front of him, I am afraid your sweet blushes will give us away.” The
scent of flowers rose from her hair. Lavender. Maybe lilacs. Maybe both. He
breathed deeply. Definitely both. “I cannot allow you to expose our secret,
Lady Huntleigh, for I have sinful designs on you.”
Bella’s
slipper caught on the waxed floor, throwing her off-balance. Taking advantage
of the opportunity, he caressed her barely bared collarbone. She nearly fell,
pulling away, so he held her waist more firmly, drawing her closer to encourage
her shivers and gooseflesh.
“You
said you had no designs on me! You swore by the Knight’s Creed!”
He
leaned in to murmur, “I am not a knight, my sweet.”
With a
bit less wallflower and a bit more worldly woman, she laughed, “Sir Satyr, I’m
sure, charter member of the Order of Rakehells, pledged to lead me down the
path to depravity.”
“You’ve
caught me.”
He
stared down at her ripe mouth, wishing they weren’t in the middle of a crowded
ballroom.
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