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First Kiss Friday with Alina K. Field

Welcome to my First Kiss Friday blog! Today I have fellow Bluestocking Belle Alina K. Field who has an excerpt from her novella Sir Westcott Steals a Heart that is in the Belles’ boxset Love’s Perilous Road. We hope you enjoy this first kiss scent. Happy reading, my lovelies!

Excerpt:

With a scream and a whoosh, Sybil flew, landing sprawled on her stomach, caught by strong arms. The loud oof she heard came from Sir Westcott, knocked backwards to the floor.

Long moments passed before she could catch her breath, and then more long moments as her heart pounded and all her senses alerted.

She’d not only landed on Sir Westcott, she’d landed atop him, her breasts smashed against his waistcoat, her heart pounding in time with his, his arms holding her close. The lantern had gone out. They were submerged in darkness.

But her other senses were working quite well; too well. His breathing was as ragged as hers. Dear Lord, she could feel the taut muscles of his chest moving up and down and smell the starch in his neckcloth.

She lifted her head, and her nose touched his chin, scratchy with evening stubble. If she just lifted her head a little higher…

“I say, Sybil. Are you injured?”

How did he not sound breathless? There was real concern in his tone.

“N-n-no,” she said on another ragged breath, and the shock of the fall, of flailing about in the air hit her. She choked back a sob.

His hand stroked her back. “Shhh.”

The tenderness in his voice sent warmth spiraling through her. Perhaps he’d rail at her later, but for now…

“Apologies,” she said, rallying. “Are you alright?”

A long pause followed, and he finally said. “In truth, never better.”

There’d been nothing flirtatious in his tone. He’d been dead serious, and that intensity had her senses reeling again with awareness. She ought to roll off him. She ought to… Dear Lord, she wondered about kissing him. She had to get hold of herself.

“Not light as a feather then, am I?” she asked, trying to break the spell.

His chuckle vibrated near her ear, sending more warmth through her and a growing, dazzling, mad temptation. He smelled so delicious—of good soap and some pleasant masculine scent. Despite chasing her across half of Devil’s Dyke, he smelled clean.

As she lifted her head, the clouds outside moved and faint light glimmered through the high window, illuminating his lips. They were curved up in a smile.

In all her twenty-four years, she’d never let a man kiss her. She’d never initiated a kiss.

She’d never felt this way before.

His hand moved to the back of her head. His eyes gleamed up at her, and the smile on his lips faltered and transformed to a look of wonder.

“Sybil,” he said.

Dragging her hand up, she cupped his jaw, dipped her head, and pressed her lips to his. Warmth, softness, the scent of brandy made her dizzy, unable to think, unable to do anything but feel ripples of pleasure as his hands moved over her.

Sir Westcott Steals a Heart, by Alina K. Field
In Love’s Perilous Road, a Bluestocking Belles Collection with Friends

Sir Westcott Twisden didn’t know he wanted to marry until the tallest lady he’d ever met crossed his path. Curious when a local smuggler shows up to visit her, Wes follows her into trouble. 

Sybil Dunsford lives to protect her brothers and their home. And so one night she disguises herself as a boy to take her brother’s place shifting contraband. But when the night goes awry, Sir Westcott appears, and they’re locked in together. Will romance follow?

Buy link for Love’s Perilous Road: https://books2read.com/u/mqx0W6

Author Bio and links:

USA Today bestselling author Alina K. Field earned a Bachelor of Arts Degree in English and German literature but prefers the happier world of romance fiction. Her roots are in the Midwestern U.S., but after six very, very, very cold years in Chicago, she moved to Southern California where she shares a midcentury home with a golden-eyed terrier and a feisty chihuahua and only occasionally misses snow. 

Social Media Links:

Website: https://alinakfield.com/

Amazon Author Page https://www.amazon.com/Alina-K.-Field/e/B00DZHWOKY

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/alinakfield

Twitter: https://twitter.com/AlinaKField

BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/alina-k-field

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7173518.Alina_K_FieldPinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/alinakf/

First Kiss Friday with Sara Adrien

So glad you could stop by my First Kiss Friday blog. It’s always a pleasure to welcome back Sara Adrien whenever she has a new release to share with us. How to Seduce a Duke this Autumn is now available and you can read it for free in Kindle Unlimited. We hope you enjoy this first kiss scene. Happy reading, my lovelies!

Excerpt:

“Just Charlene. We’re alone, Adam. Just call me—”

“Charlene.” 

“You were away for a long time. Without a word.”

He tilted his head. “What?”

Her eyes locked with his.

And there, he saw something other than reproach. That glimmer of magic he’d seen in her eyes before.

Oh, she should really run.

Before Charlene could consider doing so—she wouldn’t—Adam closed the inches between them. His lips caught hers, his tongue sweeping into her mouth. Every thought slipped from her mind—words, logic, all of it vanished. 

Oh dear!

***

A protest should have formed, some logical rebuttal against this madness, but none came. Instead, she wound her arms around his neck to steady herself. Or was it to lean into the kiss? Both, perhaps. Both, most certainly. His hands found her waist, pulling her close, and took that as an invitation to lean into him. He tasted of something unmistakably, maddeningly him even though they had never kissed before. She tasted him in a way she hadn’t expected—a faint trace of mint, the undercurrent of some type of brandy—rich and warm. It was strange but intoxicating, and her head felt light.

Charlene trembled as his mouth moved against hers, unhurried but purposeful. The friction, soft but steady, sent ripples up her spine. And behind her, somewhere, the fireworks blasted into the air as if they tried to shine as brightly as the feeling blooming in her chest.

She didn’t know if she was doing it right. The kiss was a language she had never spoken, but she wanted to learn, wanted to understand every word, so she mirrored as best she could. The sensation deepened even more, if that were at all possible. A spark ignited—sharp and startling—and a soft gasp broke free, though she wasn’t sure if it came from her or him.

Adam’s hands shifted slightly. One moved from her waist to her lower back, while the other hand brushed the curve of her jaw. His thumb made the lightest pass over her cheek, and she leaned into the touch without thinking, feeling her breath quicken. His hand on her back pressed slightly, holding her as if he feared she might slip away. 

I’m kissing Adam.

Of all the things she thought she’d ever do, this never even reached her list! It was so… so… unexpected it almost felt as though she had entered a dream. Were all kisses like this? This deep? This exploratory? The man kissed her as though tasting her, as though he had all the time in the world to learn the shape of her mouth. 

Charlene’s head swirled with sensation. She felt everything in sharp relief—the pull of his lips, the slight intake of his breath, the charge from where they touched. Her pulse raced, her body humming with some unfamiliar, thrilling spark that made her toes curl. It was a collision of want and recklessness, a breathless unraveling that left no room for sense or second thoughts.

No room for doubt.

Only want.

Her hands, wound around his neck, drew to his chest, her fingers brushing the fabric of his coat. The wool was smooth under her touch, and she gripped it, pulling him closer. And she realized, with no small shock, just how much she didn’t want this to end.

And just like that, he broke the kiss.

He eased back, enough to breathe, her eyes fluttering open. Her lips felt flushed, tingling from his kiss, her senses racing to catch up.

“Charlene,” he murmured, his voice rough, almost hoarse. Her name on his lips sent a shiver skimming down her spine. “I don’t know what happened, but I did send you a note before I left. I don’t know why it didn’t reach you.” 

He did? She could tell he wasn’t lying. Tension seeped from her body. So, he had sent a note but it hadn’t reached her? She shouldn’t be feeling so relieved, but she did. She couldn’t even summon words—none seemed adequate. Instead, her lips curved faintly, and her fingers stayed curled against his coat. Whatever this was, whatever came next, she only knew one thing. 

She didn’t want it to stop.

Which was exactly why it had to.

How To Seduce a Duke This Autumn
by Sara Adrien and Tanya Wilde

One scandal. One missed chance. One impossible love.

Lady Charlene Fielding has no interest in dukes, rakes—or anyone named Cross. Not after Adam Cross shattered her trust and vanished without a word. With the help of friends, laughter, and hard-won independence, she’s mended what he broke. She doesn’t need a man. Least of all him.

She vowed never to forgive him. He vowed never to give up.

Adam Cross never wanted a title—let alone his brother’s disgrace. But as the new Duke of Rotheworth, he returns to London with more than duty on his shoulders. He carries regret. And the memory of the one woman he let down. The one he still wants.

But winning her back won’t be easy.

She’s colder now. Sharper. And determined never to let him close enough to hurt her again.

But the Season is full of surprises.
Weddings bloom like wildflowers.
Old secrets resurface.
And one stolen kiss could undo everything.

Is love worth risking it all… again?

A full-length steamy Regency romance with a happily ever after, no cliffhangers, and plenty of heat, heartbreak, and redemption.

Tropes You’ll Love:
 Childhood Sweethearts
Friends to Lovers
 Second Chance Romance
 He Fell First
 Protective, Sexy Duke
 Stolen Kisses
 Dance Lessons
 Twin Brother Rivalry
 Secret Past
 Fireworks & First Kisses
 Found Family / Female Friendship Circle
 Autumn Romance

If you crave your Regency romance with emotional stakes, sizzling tension, and a hero who never stopped loving her—this is your next must-read.

Step into a world of glittering ballrooms, fiery attraction, and scandalous secrets in Book 3 of this steamy Regency romance series by #1 bestselling authors Sara Adrien and Tanya Wilde. Perfect for fans of enemies to lovers, sizzling chemistry, and revenge served with a smile. This captivating continuation is packed with witty banter, dangerous stakes, and a love that refuses to be tamed. While best enjoyed in order, this book can also be read as a standalone.

Read in Kindle Unlimited!

Note: This series is part of Dragonblade’s Flame line, so this is a scorching-hot read with open-door steam.

Wedding Fever Series
Book 1: Dare to Tempt an Earl This Spring
Book 2: How to Lose A Prince This Summer
Book 3: How To Seduce A Duke This Autumn
Book 4: Ways To Kiss A Marquess This Winter

Get the book here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FT44P8GQ

About the Author:

Bestselling author Sara Adrien writes hot, heart-melting regency romance with a Jewish twist. As a law professor-turned-author, she writes about clandestine identities, whims of fate, and sizzling seduction. If you like unique and intelligent characters, deliciously sexy scenes, and the nostalgia of afternoon tea, then you’ll adore Sara Adrien’s tender tear-jerkers. She is the author of the series Infiltrating the Ton, Diamond Dynasty, Check Mates, and Miracles on Harley Street. Get 50% off her #1 bestselling 9-book bundle https://www.saraadrien.com/products/diamond-of-the-ton-collection-1

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First Kiss Friday & Happy Release Day for Love’s Perilous Road!

Hello, my lovelies, and thanks for dropping by for not only First Kiss Friday but also it’s release day for Love’s Perilous Road with the Bluestocking Belles!

My story, Falling Into You, begins with Lady Josephine Cranfield moving on with her life after Milton Sutton, Earl of Langley broke her heart over a year ago. He’s back to make amends and hopefully win the lady back. And if their names sound familiar, then I’m a happy author. These two characters were featured in some of my other stories with the Belles!

Also, the Belles and our contributing guest authors are having a release party today from 12-3:30 pm EDT in our street team The Belles Brigade. Join the fun here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/BellesBrigade

I hope you enjoy this excerpt! Happy reading.

Excerpt:

Knowing how much Philip was a stickler for being punctual, she hurried down the rest of the hallway, down the stairway, and made her way toward the front parlor. She began speaking before she even entered the room.

“You’re very early, Philip. Is something wrong?” she declared before she came to a sudden halt. She took hold of the doorframe to steady herself when she witnessed the gentleman standing near the window, afraid that her knees might buckle.

He turned to face her with the sun streaming through the glass to make him appear almost angelic. She drank in the sight of him as though she was dying of thirst. The cut of his suit and waistcoat was immaculate. His dark brown hair streaked with lighter shades was neatly combed into place and touched the edges of his coat. His skin appeared tanned from time spent in the sun, and he appeared far more muscular than she remembered. His linen shirt seemed to stretch across his muscled chest, while his blue eyes seemingly danced in delight to see her. She just might swoon.

“Hello, Josephine,” he said, giving her a bow. The old memory of his husky baritone branded her heart with sorrow, as all the old hurt came rushing back to the surface.

“Milton…” she began, attempting to find her voice. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

“I know this is highly irregular, but I had to see you,” he said, stepping forward.

“Why?” she gasped out as her knees began to shake, and she had the overwhelming need to sit down.

The sound of the tea trolley being rolled through the hallway gave her the moment she needed to clear her head and compose herself. She went into the room and sat in a chair near the hearth, knowing that to sit on the couch would allow him to be far too close. Once the servant put the trolley near at hand, she poured tea into two cups and offered him one as he took the opposite chair. He reached for the one she held out for him, and when their fingers touched, a zing of emotion overcame her. It wasn’t fair he could still have such an effect on her after all this time. It wasn’t fair at all!

He continued to stare at her, searching her face for some sign of… what? That she was still in love with him? She couldn’t be certain, but what did it matter if she still cared for this man? He was her past, and Philip was her future.

“You were one of the first people I wanted to see upon my return,” he confessed, setting down his tea without taking a sip.

“Oh? And who was the first?” she said in a snippy tone.

A slight chuckle left those lips she remembered all too well, having kissed them a dozen times or more. “Your brother,” he finally answered.

“I see. Considering your friendship all your lives, I can see how you might have missed him.”

“And you.”

She raised a brow at his admission. “I don’t see why you’d have missed me, Milton. After all, it was you who ended our association.”

A heavy sigh left him. “I was hoping with time you would understand why I had to leave.”

She gave a shrug. “I did, after months of self-pity,” she admitted before continuing. “But I have moved on with my life as you, yourself, suggested. I assumed you would do the same.”

A frown now marred his brow. “Yes. I heard about the possibility of your engagement.”

“Weren’t you the one who told me to find another for a husband?” Her sharp retort brought back every she had thought was buried deep down in her soul. She wasn’t certain how much more of this conversation she could endure.

“I know what I said, Josephine. That doesn’t mean I didn’t still care for you. I still do,” he replied quietly.

She nodded, trying to remain indifferent to what she was currently feeling. Her heart was racing with Milton being this close. She closed her eyes briefly, before opening them to stare at the man who once owned her heart.

“Yes. Well… I suppose, considering you are my brother’s beloved friend, it would only be natural to ensure that you and I would be able to see one another without any animosity between us. I can assure you that I will treat you as I always have at any other time in our past.”

“That’s not why I came here today, Josephine.”

It was her turn to let out a heavy sigh. “Then why exactly are you here, Milton?”

“I was hoping I wasn’t too late.”

“Too late for what?” she asked with her heart hammering inside her chest.

He stood and began to pace in front of her, before he stopped to kneel down before her. Shocked, he took her hands in his, while her heart betrayed her yet again.

“I was hoping you would forgive me and give us a second chance.” He appeared to search her face, and for an instant she almost gave in to what every fiber of her being was telling her. She was still in love with Milton Sutton, Earl of Langley.

She shook her head and pulled her hands from his, causing him to rise again to his feet. She stood as well, but went toward the window to put some distance between them. When she turned to face him, she had resolved the matter inside her head.

“You cannot just show up here after being gone a year to disrupt my life again,” Josephine began, keeping her voice calm and even. She held up her hand to halt whatever he was about to say. “The course of my life is now set. I suggest you also move on with yours.”

“I came to make amends,” he declared, stepping toward her. “I never meant to hurt you, Josie. I’m so sorry.”

She choked back a gasp at hearing the nickname he called her in their youth. “I forgave you a long time ago, Milton, but that doesn’t mean you can just step back into my life as if you never left.”

“I promise to make it up to you,” he said, taking her hands again when he reached her side. He brought her fingertips to his lips to kiss them.

Once again, she pulled out of his reach, and disappointment flashed across his features. “There is nothing to make up. Whatever was between us is long since over.” She huffed in annoyance that her words rang false. His next words proved to her that he knew all too clearly how she still felt about him.

“I can see for myself you still care for me, Josie. Won’t you allow me to court you again and prove to you how much you mean to me?”

“What part of this conversation are you not hearing? I have moved on with my life.”

Unexpectedly, he pulled her into his arms and held her close. “Your pupils are dilated, and I can see the pulse at your neck is beating far too rapidly to be anything else but excited at the prospect of what could still be between us.”

A growl of outrage left her lips, and she stomped on his foot. He immediately released her, and she stepped away from him, knowing she had probably hurt her own foot more than any damage she might have done to his.

“You pompous arse!” she said. “There is no us nor will there ever be again. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get ready to go out for the evening.” She went around him and stood in the doorway to the room waiting for him to leave.

“I understand you are heading to Brighton soon. I’ll plan to follow you there,” Milton replied with a knowing look.

“Richard talks too much,” she said with pressed lips.

He gave a chuckle, before taking one finger and sliding it down her cheek in a gentle caress. “I think he has high hopes that I can convince you to love me again.”

“When hell freezes over, Milton,” she managed to say, as she listened to him laugh.

“I look forward to the challenge of proving my worth, my dear. I’ll see you in Brighton,” he said, before he quickly kissed her lips and left her standing there, dumbfounded.

Once she heard the front door close, her knees buckled and she slowly slid down the frame of the door. She raised her fingers to touch her lips where it seemed as though Milton had branded her as his. It took her several minutes before her composure was restored and she rose from the floor. Milton’s overconfidence might be his undoing, and yet there was a small part of her that thought she might enjoy watching Milton grovel at her feet.

Love’s Perilous Road: A Bluestocking Belles Collection with Friends
Available Now in eBook and paperback!Falling Into You
By Sherry Ewing

Sometimes a memory is hard to forget…

Milton Sutton, Earl of Langley has one regret in life… that he left behind a lady that owned his heart in order to take over his father’s businesses to prevent bankruptcy. One year later, he has a second chance to win her back but is he too late?

Lady Josephine Cranfield is determined to move on with her life after her heart was broken by the love of her life. But her feelings for Milton awaken upon his return and his eagerness to pick up where they left off only makes her resolved to forget him.

Can Milton and Josephine find a way back to one another or will someone else find his way into Josephine’s heart?

Learn more about Love’s Perilous Road and find the buy links on the Bluestocking Belles’ website at https://bluestockingbelles.net/belles-joint-projects/loves-perilous-road/

First Kiss Friday with Ruth A. Casie.

Welcome to my First Kiss Friday blog. My returning guest today is Ruth A. Casie who has an excerpt from A Vow from the Viscount. We hope you enjoy this excerpt. Happy reading and take it away Ruth!

Setup

Mary-Ann Ravenstock and Quinton Hollingsworth have known each other for years, their affection tested by time and duty. Now, on the eve of his departure for the Peninsula, he cannot leave without sealing his vow to her. This moment marks the first kiss we see on the page—an unforgettable promise of love and forever.

Excerpt – First Kiss Scene (from Chapter 3):

The following morning, with mist along the rooftops, Mary-Ann’s mind refused to stay in the present. She conjured up the last time she’d seen Quinton before he left for the Peninsula.

It had been early spring then, too. The cherry trees had just begun to bloom along the edge of the Seaton drive, and the breeze carried the scent of sea salt and wild thyme. He had arrived early, dressed in his regimentals, the gold buttons glinting beneath a gray sky. His horse fidgeted near the gate, sensing Quinton’s tension. So had she.

“You’re leaving now,” she had said, trying not to let it sound like an accusation. Try as she may, her voice caught anyway.

“It’s only a short mission.” He had smiled, that half-smile that never quite hid the sharpness in his eyes. “I’ll be back before you miss me.” He answered with a quick, quiet chuckle.

She stepped closer, and his laughter quickly faded.

He was still, his expression softened as he looked down at her. He gently slipped his arms around her and drew her into his embrace.

She went to him without any resistance, resting her hands on the front of his coat, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath and the firm line of his shoulder beneath her cheek.

“I’ll miss you the moment you’re gone,” she whispered.

“I’ll write every week,” he promised. “Now, don’t lose any of my letters,” he added with a wry tilt of his head.

“I never lose ledgers,” she said, defiant even then. “Why would I misplace something that matters to me more?”

He sobered at that, his hands lifting to cradle her face. His brow touched hers. “I love you, my Mary-Ann. Always remember that. I vow to you that when I come back, I’ll make you my wife.”

She’d nodded, too choked for words.

He kissed her. Not gently, not cautiously, but as if sealing his vow with something more permanent than paper. It was the kind of kiss that branded itself into memory. The kind that lived in the spaces between heartbeats. Her hands tightened in the front of his coat as her feet left the ground just slightly, as though the force of it lifted her. Time blurred. The scent of him, the heat, the certainty. Everything else fell away. It wasn’t her first kiss. But it was the first that made her believe in forever.

Mary-Ann’s fingers touched her lips. She could still feel the pressure of it, the promise that it held. He had mounted his horse, turned back once to tip his fingers in salute, and then he was gone down the lane, his red coat disappearing like a flag swallowed by the mist.

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A Vow for the Viscount – Book 4 of Barrington’s Brigade
By Ruth A. Casie

Secrets don’t stay buried. Neither does love.

When Viscount Quinton Hollingsworth returns after three years missing in action, he finds Mary-Ann Seaton caught in a dangerous game of secrets, shadows, and betrayal. She once vowed to love him forever. Now she doesn’t know if she can trust him at all. But when the truth puts both their lives at risk, they’ll have to decide if love and the promises they once made are worth fighting for.

 A Vow for the Viscount A Vow for the Viscount is available now — a tale of love tested by secrets, honor, and a promise that refuses to be broken. 

Now available at https://books2read.com/BB-Vow4Viscount

Available on Kindle Unlimited and in paperback wherever books are sold.

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Barrington’s Brigade

Barrington’s Brigade follows six war-forged officers who return to England as titled gentlemen, only to find themselves embroiled in a secret society’s dangerous legacy. Bound by loyalty and haunted by the past, each must navigate peril, politics, and passion in pursuit of truth and love.

Book 1 – A Marriage for the Marquess
A marriage of convenience, a game of hearts.

Book 2 – A Dilemma for the Duke
In a game of loyalty and lies, surrendering to love is the boldest move of all.

Book 3 – A Redemption for the Baron
A tale of love and sacrifice, where the path to justice leads straight through the heart.

Book 4 – A Vow for the Viscount
Two hearts. One reckoning. A vow that changes everything.

Book 5 – A Reckoning for the Earl (January 2026)
When trust cuts deep and love even deeper, reckoning isn’t optional.

Book 6 – A Masquerade for the Baron (April 2026)
Stolen kisses. Ruthless enemies. A love unmasked.

If you’ve missed getting any of the stories, here is the link to the series: https://amzn.to/4888I8Y  

About the Author

Ruth A Casie writes historical adventures from the shores of medieval Scotland to the cobblestone streets of Regency London. Her stories embrace strong woman and the men who deserve them. Within the pages you’ll discover ‘edge-of-your-seat suspense, mind boggling drama, and heart melting emotions. Grab your favorite cup of tea, or an ale if you prefer, and join her heroes and heroines as they race across the pages to find their happily ever after. Ruth hopes her stories are your next favorite adventures!

Website http://www.RuthACasie.com
Email Ruth@RuthACasie.com

First Kiss Friday with Aurrora St. James & a Giveaway!

Welcome to my First Kiss Friday blog! Let’s welcome today’s guest, Aurrora St. James who has an excerpt from her contribution The Earl’s Haunted Heart in the boxset A Wraith at Midnight. Aurrora is also offering a giveaway today so be sure to read all the way to the end to enter! Happy reading and good luck, my lovelies!

Excerpt:

The ballroom was larger and grander than Lady Levinson’s, with its tall windows and gilded columns, though somehow sad in its disuse. Next, Ambrose showed her the library lined with bookshelves, with plush chairs and sofas to read upon.

“Did you live here as a child?” Eve asked. They’d been speaking only of books until now. Nothing personal, and she very much wanted to know Lord Stamford.

He hesitated. “No. In fact, I hadn’t been here at all until I inherited the title. This was once the family seat, but it hadn’t been used in some time.”

“Did it fall into disrepair?”

“No. There were tragedies here. After that, my family chose to never return.”

Eve thought about the man in the attic. Something had happened to the woman he loved. Something tragic. “Why did you choose to live here?”

“I had no choice,” he murmured.

She turned to him. His dark blue eyes appeared haunted, then the emotion was gone. Buried behind a stony expression.

“Tell me about yourself, Eve. You’ve yet to share even your last name.”

“Eve Langley,” she replied softly.

He tilted his head. “I believe there is a Baron Langley. Your father?”

She nodded.

“Yet you fled unattended into a snowstorm. Is your father unkind?”

“Not precisely.”

Lord Stamford stepped closer. His eyes glittered down at her. “Abusive?”

“No. He…” She crossed her arms over her stomach, unable to meet his eyes. “He has drawn up a marriage contract for me with a man older than himself, who intends to use me for an heir, then lock me away somewhere so that I do not embarrass his family.”

“You are free to decline the arrangement though. That is your right,” he growled.

“My father said he’d force me to agree to the match if I refused. I feared he would, so I fled.”

He tipped her chin up, studying her face. “You’re afraid of him.”

Her throat grew tight. “I’m afraid of being locked away, forgotten, until I die. Like my grandmama,”

Pain etched his features, and the earl closed his eyes. When he opened them, he asked, “Where had you intended to go?”

“There is a church that shelters women near here.”

He was silent.

Fear bubbled up her throat. Eve gripped his shirt. “Please, Lord Stamford. Please don’t make me return. I’ll leave once the storm is over, only please don’t send me back.”

One of his warm hands covered hers and the other stroked her jaw with gentle fingers. “You may call me Ambrose.” His thumb traced her lower lip.

Butterflies took flight in her stomach at his tender touch and the sound of his husky voice. She’d never felt this way around a man. No one had ever evoked the flutter of her heart or the warmth in her chest.

“I’ll not send you back, Eve. It is enough that one of us is imprisoned for life. A beauty as bright as yours should shine for all the world to see.”

Then he lowered his head and kissed her.

Eve melted under his tender kiss, lost in the feel of his lips against hers. It was her first kiss, and it was more wondrous than she’d ever imagined.

Ambrose moved his lips gently over hers, as he pulled her close to his chest.

When he lifted his head, he traced her lower lip one last time with his thumb, regret already flashing through his eyes. He stepped away.

“Forgive me, Eve.”

Before she could protest, he strode out the library door, leaving her quite alone.

A Wraith at Midnight Anthology Info: 

When spooky manors and or ghostly specters call, this stunning collection of haunted Historical Romance novellas is sure to answer, leaving you breathless with ethereal, romantic tales…

A derelict old castle? A spectral lady wandering the forests? These tales will give you a chill, a thrill, and have you reading them over and over. From the moors of Devon to the ballrooms of Regency London, and far north into the Scottish Highlands, these stories will bring you wistful dreams of legendary and haunting romance.

Contains 11 all new short stories by bestselling Regency romance authors.

Blurb: 

The Earl’s Haunted Heart by Aurrora St. James

Her secret can save his sanity, but revealing it will destroy her future…

An innocent woman fleeing an arranged marriage is stranded in a snowstorm at an imposing manor with a reclusive earl who is brooding, mysterious, and far too attractive. He’s also going mad. She should fear him, but as the snow continues to fall, his loneliness makes her ache for him, and his every touch sets her on fire. To claim his heart, she must break the curse bound to his bloodline. But in doing so, she’ll be forced to reveal her own secret and risk being sent back to the man she’s running from.

Note to readers: The Earl’s Haunted Heart is near the end of the anthology. Don’t miss it! 

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Author Bio:

Aurrora St. James writes passionate heroes, sizzling heat, and unforgettable romance. Whether it’s in time travel, magic, action, or shapeshifters, she loves to write about heroes with deep wounds fighting to be the heroic man his woman needs and women finding the strength within to face anything that comes her way. You’ll always get a touching love story, an HEA, and a bit of humor. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading, making her own journals, and drinking coffee. But really, what’s better than coming up with the magic of a happily ever after?

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Giveaway Opportunity!

Aurrora is offering a giveaway where the winner can choose one of the books from her website: https://www.aurrorastjames.com/books. To be in the running, just answer this: What’s your favorite trope? That’s it! Aurrora will pick a winner on Sunday. Good luck, fabulous Readers!

First Kiss Friday with Enchanted by the Lyon!

Hello, my lovelies, and welcome to my First Kiss Friday blog! I’m always excited to share with you my latest releases and this one was a long time to wait. Today I have an excerpt from my next Lyon’s Den novel, Enchanted by the Lyon that releases on October 1st. We finally have Cassandra Vaughn as the heroine after she made certain her lady friends were all settled. I hope you enjoy this first kiss scene and happy reading!

Excerpt:

She had no time to think when Lucius took hold of her hand bringing her fingertips to his lips. After a quick kiss, he tucked her now quaking limb into his elbow and began escorting through the crowded room. Her feet flew in an attempt to keep up with his longer stride until he noticed she was all but running to keep up with his pace. He slowed, pulled her through an arched

doorway, through a narrow hallway meant for the servants, and into the first empty room he came to. Peering inside, he swiftly pulled her forward before closing the door behind them. There wasn’t much to this room. A small couch, a table, and several boxes sacked against the wall told her this was used as a storeroom. She was completely alone with this man, and she had to admit she didn’t mind one bit!

“My lord—”

He took both of her cheeks into the palms of his hands. “Lucius,” he urged softly. “Say my name, Cassandra.”

He pulled her into his embrace and Cassandra swore her heart all but beat right out of her chest in excitement. Still holding onto her face with one hand, he rubbed one thumb across her cheek as he silently implored her to say his given name.

Cassandra finally gave in to his demand. “Lucius…” His name lingered on her lips, making her slide her tongue across the seam. It was almost like she could taste his kiss upon her mouth and she stood on the tips of her toes reaching for what she knew he offered.

His head dipped downward until his mouth was but inches from her own. And still, he only continued to stare into her face. Green eyes to green eyes and she was certain hers shone with all the longing she felt for this man.

Cassandra at last realized that he was waiting for her to continue this moment that was being shared between them. She could easily step back. Nothing held her from doing so since Lucius only lightly held her now. He would not take what she didn’t offer willingly, and she had to commend him for making sure she consented to their first kiss. She needed to remember she wanted a marriage and he might only want her as his next mistress. The reasonable part of her head told her not to give in to temptation that would surely be like a drug. Once tasted, there would be no going back.

But to hell with reason! Instead of listening to the small voice screaming inside her head, she stepped closer before she wound her arms around his neck and pressed her body intimately into his muscular one. It was probably a huge mistake on her part when she heard a sound come from him that proved to her that Lucius had barely been holding on to whatever self-control existed within him. But when she went to place a small chaste peck on those sensuous lips, her world suddenly spun out of control.

His arms swept around her as he pulled her close and his mouth took possession of her own. There was nothing gentle about this kiss and it certainly wasn’t anything like the quick one she had just given him. No. This kiss was filled with a passion Cassandra didn’t even know could exist as all the longing for Lucius Ford came bubbling up and overflowing from the depths of her soul.

A low moan of pleasure left her as she followed this man’s lead while he kissed her senseless. How many times had she dreamed of his kisses? How many nights had she laid awake wishing she could be in his arms? He certainly didn’t disappoint the fantasies she had held dear inside her head. Her heart was beating so fast she swore everyone at the Lyon’s Den would be able to hear what this man was doing to her. And still, he continued to kiss her as though he was starving, and she was the only person who could satisfy his hunger.

Enchanted by the Lyon: Lyon’s Den Connected World
By Sherry Ewing
Releases October 1, 2025
Preorder for $0.99

She’s fallen in love and wants marriage, something he’s unwilling to give.

Lucius Ford, Earl of Blackthorn is content in his bachelor lifestyle, though the only lady to catch his attention this Season is looking for marriage. This lady of the Wicked Widow’s Club intrigues him.

Mrs. Cassandra Vaughn was widowed at a young age. After years of hardship, she seeks more than a superficial relationship. But the man who has enchanted her only wants her in his bed.

Who will change whose mind is still in question when Lucius loses a bet at the Lyon’s Den. To pay his debt, he must right a wrong done to none other than Cassandra Vaughn. Amidst societal expectations and personal histories, their lives entangle, challenging their beliefs about love and relationships.

When past enemies endanger her life, Lucius will risk everything to protect her.

Tropes you’ll love:

 Widow Heroine

 Rake / Bachelor Hero

 Marriage vs. Affair Conflict

 The Wicked Widow’s Club

 The Lyon’s Den Connection

 Debt of Honor

 Protective Hero

 Opposites in Desire

 Second Chances at Love

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First Kiss Friday with Caroline Warfield

Welcome to my First Kiss Friday blog. Today’s guest is my dear friend and fellow Bluestocking Belle Caroline Warfield who has an excerpt from her story, Charred Hope. This novella is in the Bluestocking Belles’ upcoming release Love’s Perilous Road: A Bluestocking Belles Collection with Friends! It releases on October 31st and you can preorder it now. We hope you enjoy this excerpt. Take it away, Caroline!

Major Titus Brannock has come to the Somerville ball ready to begin his courtship of Tessa Fleming in earnest. When she disappears from the ballroom he arrives to find her being accosted by a man who had been importuning her for some time. Luckily, he is on time.

Excerpt:

When Titus turned back, Tessa melted into his arms and clung like a limpet, while sobs wracked her. He lifted her gently and carried her to a nearby sofa, cradling her in his lap while she wept against his shoulder. “Shh,” he whispered. “You’re safe. I’m here. I will always protect you.” Always. He knew the truth of that to the depth of his very soul.

***

Tessa sighed against Titus’s shoulder, breathing in the scent of sandalwood. She had rested in his arms for several moments—or perhaps an hour. She couldn’t bring herself to move as she knew she should. Their position was entirely improper. Still, she couldn’t move. She felt safe. Protected. Cared for, as she had never been. Had she really heard him say “always?”

When he leaned down and kissed the top of her head, she couldn’t stop herself. She tilted her head back and sought his mouth, saying with her kiss the things she had no words for. He accepted the tender kiss, pulled back a few inches, and searched her face. If he sought permission, he had it.

His kiss matched hers with gentleness at first, but when she responded, he deepened it, pouring out his passion, filling her with need, and leaving her breathless.

“Shocking. As I told you!”

Tessa jerked upright and gasped at the sight of Oswald Neale at the door. Titus held her firmly in his arms when she would have leapt up. “Easy,” he whispered, rising without hurry, helping up, and holding her arm on his.

Sir Peter and Lady Somerville stood at the door way, Neale a step inside the room. As she rose Tessa, saw Prudence and Abigail Danvers, avid gossips, come up behind the pair, peering over shoulders into the room. Tessa felt sick.

ABOUT THE STORY

Major Titus Brannock believes the charred painting that fell into his hands must be valuable to its owner. When he finds her, he finds a true treasure. Tessa Fleming’s first instinct was to burn the miniature her late husband scorned, but the admiration she sees in Titus’s eyes gives her different ideas. Perhaps the little gem will give them both a pearl beyond price.

ABOUT THE BOOK

Travellers, a house party, smugglers, spies–and a mysterious highwayman. Who is the infamous Captain Moonlight? And how many lives will he change–for good or for ill?

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Happy Release Day to Enchanted by the Lyon!

You know this author is one happy lady when she can introduce a new book baby into the world! Thank you to all the wonderful readers who have purchased a copy of Enchanted by the Lyon that released today. You can blame me for your next book hangover you have the next morning! And thank you all for your continued support. It means the world to me!

She’s fallen in love and wants marriage, something he’s unwilling to give.

Lucius Ford, Earl of Blackthorn is content in his bachelor lifestyle, though the only lady to catch his attention this Season is looking for marriage. This lady of the Wicked Widow’s Club intrigues him.

Mrs. Cassandra Vaughn was widowed at a young age. After years of hardship, she seeks more than a superficial relationship. But the man who has enchanted her only wants her in his bed.

Who will change whose mind is still in question when Lucius loses a bet at the Lyon’s Den. To pay his debt, he must right a wrong done to none other than Cassandra Vaughn. Amidst societal expectations and personal histories, their lives entangle, challenging their beliefs about love and relationships.

When past enemies endanger her life, Lucius will risk everything to protect her.

Tropes you’ll love:

 Widow Heroine

 Rake / Bachelor Hero

 Marriage vs. Affair Conflict

 The Wicked Widow’s Club

 The Lyon’s Den Connection

 Debt of Honor

 Protective Hero

 Opposites in Desire

 Second Chances at Love

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First Kiss Friday with Sherry Ewing

Welcome to my First Kiss Friday blog! With the last of my wicked widows having her happily ever after in the release of Enchanted by the Lyon next week, I thought I’d bring this around full circle to remind you of the first kiss scene from To Claim A Lyon’s Heart. I loved writing my first book for the Lyon’s Den Connected World including creating all brand new hero’s for you to fall in love with. I hope you enjoy this first kiss scene between Vincent and Moriah. Happy reading, my lovelies!

Excerpt:

“Would you care to come in for a night cap?” Moriah asked while she ran her fingers over the sleeve of his coat.

Vincent took her hand, bringing it up to his lips. He was afraid to answer yes, knowing where the night might end up. They were only just now beginning to right the wrong that had been done to Moriah’s reputation. He would hate for all that they had accomplished to unravel because he couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

“I’m not certain that is wise, my dear,” he whispered, but when she bent forward and placed her lips upon his own, a part of him sprang to life and he could do little to calm the beast within him.

“It’s just one drink,” she murmured while reaching for the handle of the door. “You wouldn’t want to disappoint a lady now, would you?”

A chuckle left Vincent as though his mind had been made up for him. “Never!”

“Then please come in, my lord. I promise I won’t bite,” she said, laughing.

Challenge accepted, considering he never saw this playful side of Moriah, and Vincent followed her into her townhouse. She dismissed her butler Barlowe after bidding him a good night. Her swaying hips caused Vincent to follow Moriah’s every move as she made her way into her library. A fire in the hearth warmed the room lined with bookshelves, and a writing desk stood off to one side. Near the fire was a comfortable-looking settee, but Moriah made her way to a sideboard where several crystal decanters awaited her pleasure…and his.

“Brandy? Port? Or maybe whiskey? What is your preference, Vincent?” she asked as she picked up one of the bottles and waved it in the air.

You, he thought, but for the life of him he couldn’t voice the word aloud. One would think the way his heart was beating a rapid staccato in his chest that this was the first time he had been alone with a beautiful woman. He was hardly fresh out of the schoolroom and his friends would laugh if they knew one of London’s renowned rakes was having a hard time remembering to be a gentleman.

“Whatever you are having is fine, Moriah,” he said, taking a seat near the fire.

“Brandy it is,” she said, pouring two draughts into glasses.

She gracefully slid onto the seat next to him and handed him his glass. “Cheers,” she said, clinking her glass with his before taking a sip. She set the glass down and took his hands. “I wanted some privacy between us so I could express my thanks for all you have done on my behalf. Without your help, I’d still be sitting here alone in this house with a tarnished reputation instead of being on the brink of being accepted again. How can I ever thank you?”

“There is nothing to thank me for, Moriah. I would do it all over again to ensure your happiness. But we are not done until we have your grandfather’s blessing. I must admit he will be hard to convince, but I am determined it shall be done.”

“You’ve done more for me than any other I have known,” she stated, once more running her fingers up the lapel of his jacket, “and you’ve asked nothing in return. Are you certain you are real and not just a figment of my imagination?”

“Your companionship has been more than I could hope for. Certainly, you must know I have come to care for you, Moriah.” Tears glistened in her eyes and Vincent brushed her cheek to wipe one that fell.

“Vincent…I care for you, too.”

The words rushing from her lips were like the sweetest sonnet and, before he could rethink his actions, Vincent bent over to claim her mouth in a searing kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck and his mouth took possession of hers. The kiss was as if they had been starved for one another their entire lives and perhaps, in Vincent’s case, this was true. He had never wanted a woman in his life as much as he wanted Moriah. Not for just a night of pleasure but as his wife for all time.

A moan left her lips and Vincent continued his exploration of this beautiful lady. Their tongues danced together in a common accord and he had to wonder how Moriah suddenly ended up in his lap. That she would feel comfortable with him to stay there told him much, but reason took over before they went too far. He took hold of her hands when she began tugging at his cravat.

To Claim A Lyon’s Heart
By Sherry Ewing

A gambler’s bet. A widow’s burden. Will one game of chance change their lives?

Vincent St. John, Marquis of Saxton, knows full well his duties to the duchy. His responsibilities have been drilled into him since his birth. He has no chance of finding a bride who will see him for who he truly is; they only see the title, not the man. A bet with Mrs. Dove-Lyon, the Black Widow of Whitehall, is just a diversion. Losing may win him everything.

Mrs. Moriah Henshaw has known her fair share of despair. The death of her parents and later her husband left her destitute with no option but to become a man’s mistress. Years later, her tarnished reputation outweighs her excellent birth, and keeps her from being accepted back into society. When her friend pays an outrageous sum to Mrs. Dove-Lyon to find Moriah a husband, Moriah cannot believe she will win anything.

When Vincent meets Moriah, he becomes determined to return her to her rightful place in society. But one accident after another threatens Moriah’s life, and neither of them will win in the game of love unless he can find out who is out to harm her.

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First Kiss Friday with C.H. Admirand & a Giveaway!

Hello and welcome to another fabulous First Kiss Friday. Today’s special guest is my dear friend C.H. Admirand who has an excerpt from her upcoming novel The Duke’s Sharpshooter. It releases on September 23 and as of the time that I am writing this post, you can still grab your copy for only 99 pennies! C.H. is also offering a giveaway so be sure to read all the way to the end to find out how to enter. In the meantime… here you go, my lovelies. Happy reading and enjoy!

Excerpt:

Flaherty and Garahan reined in at Wyndmere Hall to shouts and chaos. “What in the bloody hell is going on?” Flaherty demanded.

One of the tenant farmers stopped mid-stride. “’Tis the little lass—she’s gone missing.”

Flaherty frowned. “Abigail?” 

“Deidre?” Garahan asked at the same time.

Patrick O’Malley paused in the middle of organizing the search parties. “’Tis Miss Maddy.”

For the first time in his life, Flaherty understood the saying about one’s blood running cold. His mind whirled with questions he needed to ask, but he could not make his mouth work. The cold was debilitating.

“What in the feck is wrong with ye, Flaherty?” O’Malley asked. “Move yer arse and take charge of the tenant farmers. They’ll be searching to the south.”

Eyes blazing, a tearing pain in his heart, Flaherty sprinted to the back door. Calling her name as he yanked it open, he nearly plowed into Temperance. “What happened? How long has she been gone?”

“We were having tea upstairs when I noticed she was quiet. I carried her to the room we have been using and tucked her in and lay beside her.” Tears streamed from her eyes, but she didn’t seem to notice. “It’s all my fault. I should never have closed my eyes.”

Flaherty grabbed hold of her upper arms. “How long ago?”

“But don’t you see—”

“Aye, lass. I do. Ye’re worried sick, but ye need to snap out of it and tell me, was it one hour? Two? Three?”

Her voice was just above a whisper. “Two.” She curled her hands into the lapels of his frockcoat. “Please help me find my little girl! You don’t understand —”

Flaherty needed her cooperation, not conversation! He slid a hand to her waist, the other behind her head, and molded his mouth to hers to shut her up. It was a kiss of frustration. Fear. Promise. “I’ll find her. Ye need to stay here in case she returns from having a lark, looking for the fae.”

“Flaherty?”

He did not have time for this, but he spun around. Walking backward to the door, he growled. “What?”

“If she’s lost, she’ll be waiting for you to find her. She trusts you.”

His resolve clicked into place. “Ye should too.” He stalked outside and shook his head at O’Malley. “No time. The wee cailín’s counting on me to find her.”

“Ye’re heading the wrong way!” Patrick shouted.

“The meadow filled with flowers is to the north. Send someone else to the south with the tenant farmers.” Flaherty turned to the men waiting, pleased it was the Jones brothers on horseback and their eldest sons on foot. They could handle rifles and pistols and had fought bravely when Wyndmere Hall was under attack. Farmers were used to finding stray sheep and a cow or two. “Ye know the meadow I’m meaning?”

Samuel Jones nodded. “Aye.”

“Our daughters pick wildflowers for the duchess in that field,” his younger brother Silas added.

Flaherty gave a nod. “I’m thinking two on horseback leading the way, two on foot behind them, while I bring up the rear. There’s a chance the wee lass has tripped and bumped her head, or climbed a tree and got stuck.”

“Why do ye think she’s headed to the meadow?” Samuel’s son asked.

“Earlier this morning we were in the gardens waiting and watching for the fae,” Flaherty replied.

Silas nodded. “I remember those days well. Our girls are a bit older now, but every once in a while they’d try to sneak out before dawn for the same reason.”

Flaherty was glad for the help, pleased he had a few experts in faerie hunting and flower picking in his search party.

He watched the others move out and lagged behind, waiting, watching, listening. The noise of men gathered and splitting up into groups quieted, until all he could hear was the breeze. Was it his imagination, or did he hear a whisper on the wind? Closing his eyes, he lifted his chin and let it caress his face. 

The meadow pond.

Urged on by unseen forces, ones he was Irish enough to trust, Flaherty caught up to the brothers on horseback. “I’m going to the meadow pond. Keep searching!”

They didn’t question Flaherty’s order. They’d lived near faerie hill forts long enough to have heard voices on the wind and singing in the night.

The Duke’s Sharpshooter (The Duke’s Guard, Book 14)
By C.H. Admirand 

“Their need to protect and defend seems to be synonymous with love and nurture in the minds of those valiant men.” C.H. Admirand’s fan-favorite series, The Duke’s Guard, continues with Book 14 ~ The Duke’s Sharpshooter.

This Regency Romance features your new Book Boyfriend Rory Flaherty and widowed Temperance Johnson. Readers will fall in love with the auburn-haired, blue-eyed, handsome-as-sin Irishman as he falls first…for Temperance’s four-year-old daughter Maddy!

The Duke’s Guard: The men in black who have sworn an oath to protect the Duke of Wyndmere and his family from those who would stop at nothing to destroy him!

Marriage is the farthest thing from Flaherty’s mind…
On a rain-soaked morning, patrolling from Wyndmere Hall to the Village, a shadow shifts at the base of an oak by the graveyard. Ready to defend, or chase down a vagrant, Flaherty is shocked to discover an exhausted widow shielding her four-year-old daughter from the rain. In that moment his life irrevocably changes.

Exhaustion has Temperance pausing to rest near the church…
The deep rumble and harsh tone of the huge man garbed in black has her springing to her feet, poised to run. His order to stop in the name of the duke, has her glancing over her shoulder into eyes the color of a springtime sky. The irresistible promise of tea and cake for her daughter tempts her to tentatively trust him.

Danger stalks in the night, but it will have to get past The Duke’s Sharpshooter before he will let harm come to those he has sworn to protect with his strength, his honor, and his heart.

Tropes you’ll love:
 Hero to the Rescue
 Widowed Feisty Heroine
 Hardheaded Hero
 He Falls First (for her four-year-old daughter!)
 Forced Proximity
 Marriage of Convenience
 Happily Ever After

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The Duke’s Guard
Book 1 – The Duke’s Sword
Book 2 – The Duke’s Protector
Book 3 – The Duke’s Shield
Book 4 – The Duke’s Dragoon
Book 5 – The Duke’s Hammer
Book 6 – The Duke’s Defender
Book 7 – The Duke’s Saber
Book 8 – The Duke’s Enforcer
Book 9 – The Duke’s Mercenary
Book 10 – The Duke’s Rapier
Book 11 – The Duke’s Man-at-Arms
Book 12 – The Duke’s Lance
Book 13 – The Duke’s Champion
Book 14 – The Duke’s Sharpshooter
Book 15 – The Duke’s Cavalier
Book 16 – The Duke’s Blade

The Duke’s Sharpshooter (TDG, Bk 14) Buy Links:
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About C.H. Admirand:

 If we have not met yet, I’m delighted to meet you! Here’s a little bit about me…

I have been writing romance novels for almost half my life, well at least for the last 30 years. I’m a diehard romantic and have to confess the broad shoulders and wicked glint in the brilliant green eyes of a stranger had my breath snagging in my breast, my heart beating madly, and my future flashing before my eyes. At the age of seventeen, I’d met the man I knew I was going to spend the rest of my life with.

I write Historical & Contemporary Romance featuring characters that I know so well: hardheaded heroes and feisty heroines! They rarely listen to me and in fact, I think they enjoy messing with my plans for them. Over the years I have learned to listen to them! I have always used family names in my books and love adding bits and pieces of my ancestors and ancestry in them, too! 

C.H.’s Social Media Links:

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Giveaway Opportunity!

C.H. Admirand is giving away an e-book copy—Winner’s Choice—from her website https://www.chadmirand.com. To be in the running, leave her a comment telling her what you love about the fall season. She’ll generate a winner after the weekend and announce it here. Good luck!