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I have survived poverty, scandal, and my father’s guinea pig farms. I think I shall survive one brooding duke.

It is the only thing that has kept her upright since her father gambled the family fortune away on Peruvian guinea pig farms. On her way to a governess post she does not want, a storm overturns her carriage on the Yorkshire moor and strands her at the one place everyone warned her about: Thornvale Hall, the Gothic monstrosity where a reclusive duke has shut himself away from the world.

Lucien Hawthorne, the Duke of Thornvale, dismissed his entire household two years ago and has been perfectly content to rot in peace ever since, alone with his engineering texts, his disapproving housekeeper, and an unfortunate number of cats. He did not invite a half-drowned, infuriatingly cheerful woman into his home. He certainly did not expect her to start rearranging his furniture, his routines, and his carefully guarded heart.

But one storm becomes a week. A week becomes an impossibility. And when Marianne’s odious cousin arrives to drag her away, ranting about ruined reputations, Lucien finds himself proposing the one solution guaranteed to upend both their lives: marriage.

It is meant to be a matter of convenience. A bargain. Nothing more.

Except the duke who swore he was finished with feeling cannot stop wanting his sharp-tongued, impossible bride. And Marianne, who has spent her whole life being sensible, is discovering there is nothing sensible about the way Lucien Hawthorne looks at her in the firelight.

A steamy Regency romance featuring a brooding duke, a fearless heroine, and a marriage of convenience that turns into an all-consuming love. Perfect for readers who love grumpy heroes, sunshine heroines, slow-burning desire, sparkling banter, and emotionally intense romance with a fiery, unforgettable payoff.

No cheating. No cliffhangers. Just a passionate, deeply satisfying happily ever after.

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You do not remember me at all, do you, Your Grace?

I remember a girl in a rose garden. I did not expect her on my doorstep thirteen years later.

Cordelia Marchmont has thirteen shillings, a young brother to raise, and a single faded promise to her name.

When her father dies leaving no fortune and no will, all Cordelia finds is a packet of letters and a contract sealed in a rose garden the summer she was ten, and a small pearl ring she has worn on a chain at her throat ever since. By its terms, she was promised to a boy of twelve who is now the Duke of Ravensmere: a man who, in all the years since, has never written, never called, and has very likely forgotten she exists.

With her cold-hearted uncle determined to marry her off to a gentleman thrice widowed and more than fifty, Cordelia does the only thing left to her. She sells her mother’s brooch, boards the northbound coach, and travels to Yorkshire to remind a duke of a promise he would much rather forget.

But a shabby bonnet is turned away at the great house’s door. So when a position opens for a governess to His Grace’s grieving young ward, Cordelia takes it under a borrowed name, telling herself it is only until she can place the contract in his hands.

She does not expect the quiet, careful man behind the duke’s cold reputation. She does not expect the lonely child who slowly begins to bloom under her care. And she most certainly does not expect the duke to begin looking at his ward’s governess as though he is trying very hard to remember where he has seen her before.

A promise made by their fathers. A secret she cannot keep forever. And a love that neither of them ever planned to find.

A heartfelt Regency romance featuring a forgotten promise, a governess in disguise, and a duke who discovers that true love is worth remembering.

No cheating. No cliffhangers. Just a beautifully earned happily ever after.

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They call him the mad marquess. The new neighbour across the stream calls him by his name.

Arabella Thorne is twenty-four, a confirmed spinster, and entirely content to be one. She has spent the best years of her youth at her mother’s bedside, and what she wants now is what the world has never quite known what to do with: a country cottage, a sketchbook, and the freedom to spend her afternoons studying the birds along a Derbyshire stream.

She does not expect to find anything else there.

She certainly does not expect the man on horseback who appears on the opposite bank one quiet afternoon, large and dark and visibly haunted, the kind of man the village whispers about and crosses streets to avoid. She knows who he must be. Everyone in Derbyshire knows. The mad marquess of Alendale Manor, returned from the Peninsular War a different man than the one who went, with a leg that no longer works the way it should and nightmares that wake the household.

She does not flinch from him. She does not avoid his gaze. She offers him a small, polite smile across thirty feet of water, the way one ordinary person greets another ordinary person on an ordinary afternoon.

It is the kindest thing anyone has done for Jasper Ainsworth in six long months.

Slowly, against every careful wall he has built since the war, the marquess begins to seek her out. Notes left with a returned sketchbook. The location of a rare bird he thought she would want to see. Quiet, deliberate gestures of a man who does not yet trust himself to ask for what he wants, finding ways to give her something instead.

And Arabella, who has been overlooked her whole life, begins to discover what it means to be seen.

But not everyone in the marquess’s life is pleased to see him return to the world. Someone has been watching the two of them from the edges of the wood, with a smile too pleasant and eyes too still. And when the danger Jasper survived in the Peninsula finds him again, much closer to home, it will not be the marquess who saves them both.

A deeply emotional Regency romance about healing, belonging, and the unexpected love that changes two lonely lives forever.

No cheating. No cliffhangers. Just a beautifully earned happily ever after.

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“Caspian Grave had not touched a woman in fifteen months, and his new wife undid that record in a single afternoon.”

Lysandra Drayton has been sold to pay her father’s debts, married off to a duke she has never met, a stranger who killed a man in a duel and has lived alone on the Yorkshire moors ever since. They say he is dangerous, and that no woman who enters Stormhaven Hall is ever quite the same when she leaves, but Lysandra has been afraid of too many things, for too many years, to waste her courage on a duke who happens to wear a title and carry a sword.

What she does not anticipate, when she finally meets him across the drawing room, is the shade of his eyes, or the way his voice drops when he says her name, or the slow and devastating unlocking of something inside her the first time his hands close around her waist.

The Beast of Stormhaven was meant to be untouchable, his bride meant to fear him, and neither of them is prepared for what comes next.

He told himself he married her to save her from a predator, though the truth was less honourable and harder to admit, because from the moment he saw her, he wanted to ruin her himself, in every way a man can ruin a woman who has finally said yes.

But the predator is still hunting, and when he arrives at Stormhaven with a smile like a knife, Caspian will discover that vengeance, once awakened, does not always sleep again quietly.

A richly emotional Regency romance featuring a scarred hero, a courageous heroine, and a slow-building attraction that neither can resist.

Perfect for readers who crave tender vulnerability, heart-melting devotion, and passionate romance with a deeply satisfying ending.

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