Now Aunt Honore is meddling in her mysterious nephew’s life…

Why does the powerfully built, golden-haired, Lord St. Cleve dress like an overdone Dandy? His outlandish wardrobe belies the hard unyielding lines of his face. Whoever he is, he’s ruining Elizabeth Hampton’s desperate scheme to secure a rich husband. Terribly vexing, to arrive at the most fashionable Breakfast Party of the Season wearing a perfectly stunning Chinese silk gown, only to discover Lord St. Cleve is clad in unmentionables cut from identical cloth.

Humiliating. Insufferable! Why, the devil, must he show up in fabrics Elizabeth searched so diligently to procure? To say nothing of the long hours she spent secretly stitching her creations together. He must be stopped. She is determined to spy out his perplexing game, and put an end to his interference.

St. Cleve despises pretension of any kind. He cannot abide the self-important airs put on by some members of the Ton and takes pleasure in making a mockery of Brummell’s fashion strictures. Conceited frauds! Hadn’t his grandfather’s snobbery made his mother’s life a misery? All the more maddening to discover that the one woman who captures his interest is the biggest pretender of all. He vows to teach Miss Elizabeth Hampton a lesson she won’t soon forget.

Cut From the Same Cloth is a post from: Kathleen Baldwin

The Highwayman Came Waltzing…

When Elizabeth Claegburn learns that her childhood sweetheart Lord Ryerton will be investigating a string of robberies in the village, she doesn’t expect a shared waltz to rekindle their attachment. As romantic as the dance is, she knows cannot give in to a foolish tendre. For if the dashing nobleman learns her secret, more than her heart will be at stake…

This is a fun spin on the beloved Highwayman poem by Alfred Noyes- a story of sacrifice and devotion.  Imagine, if you will, what would happen if the highwayman was not a man but a group of desperate spinsters.

Waltz With a Rogue is a post from: Kathleen Baldwin

Willa is nearly blind, but she knows trouble when she trips over it.

(Aunt Honore is back…)

Willa, the vicar’s little sister knows full well that her prospects are bleak. When she accidentally kisses Alexander Braeburn, her dull predictable world turns upside down. Logic dictates that she should stay away from the handsome Corinthian. He’s the black sheep of their village. But how can she resist? She yearns for one more taste of the most tantalizing excitement she has ever experienced? Just one more, before Willa settles back into her dreary life forever.

Alex is intrigued by the refreshingly forthright Willa. Her genuine character warms his jaded heart and makes him smile. When she naïvely marches into trouble, Alex feels duty bound to rescue her. Is it duty? Or something else that compels him to watch over the vicar’s little sister?

Brazilian translation of Mistaken Kiss

Mistaken Kiss is a post from: Kathleen Baldwin

Can a lady with a reputation for disaster, stumble into love?

An unusual heroine, Fiona Hawthorn grew up running free. Without a mother to restrain her, she spent her days riding her horse neck or nothing across her father’s fields and swimming like a sea nymph. But in a sitting room she’s bound to overturn the teapot or accidentally trip the footman. Her illustrious Aunt Honore decides to takes the hoyden in hand, but amidst the strictures of the Ton, Fiona is a fish out of water.

When she was younger, Lord Wesmont was her hero. But he came home from fighting Napoleon a hardened man. Nothing can breathe life back into his cold heart, nothing except, perhaps, the love of an unusual young woman who regularly turns his life upside-down.

Brazilian translation of Lady Fiasco

Lady Fiasco is a post from: Kathleen Baldwin