Embraced by a Rogue
A Trilogy of Second Chance Romances
Doesn’t true love deserve a second chance?
One enchanted night, Fate orchestrates the reunion of three pairs of lovers at a Regency ball. Do the wounded rogues and the resilient women who once adored them dare to open their hearts and risk love one final time?
A Kiss for Miss Kingsley
After a long separation, once betrothed Olivia Kingsley and Allen Wimpleton meet again. Can they overcome their pasts and old wounds to find love once more?
Bride of Falcon
Noblewoman, Ivonne Wimpleton is resigned to spinsterhood until she decides to win the heart of the man she’s loved since girlhood—Chancy Faulkenhurst a penniless soldier who’s returned from India disfigured and disillusioned.
Her Scandalous Wish
When an obligatory marriage offer turns into an unexpected second chance for love, Bradford Kingsley seizes it. But Philomena Pomphrett’s reluctant acceptance forces her to trust the man she thinks betrayed her once already.
An entertaining Regency historical romance boxed set filled with emotional, romantic reads you won’t want to put down.
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“I cannot be married in this old rag. I must change, and arrange my hair.” Glancing downward, Philomena grasped her dress and grimaced. Chagrined, she darted Bradford a hesitant glance and sighed. “You must thing me vain and silly.”
He cupped her chin. “What’s wrong with wanting our wedding to be as special as we can make it?”
“I cannot suitably express my gratitude or what a balm to my soul it is to know Philomena is provided for after I’m gone.” Giles extended a trembling hand, which Bradford promptly clasped. “I can rest peacefully now.”
Philomena’s heart gave a queer leap. His words rang with a resignation and finality she’d not heard before. “Giles, don’t talk like that. You may still grow stronger.”
“Bradford.” A scratching at the door preceded the Duchess of Daventry sailing into the room, followed by Olivia and a twitchy little man of the cloth. “Reverend Archer needs a word with you.”
“You’re early, Reverend.” Bradford beamed, nonetheless.
“Yes, your lordship, if you please.” The reverend ducked his head and wrung his hands, moisture edging his upper lip. “Perhaps we could step into the corridor?”
Olivia sped to Philomena’s side and, after embracing her, hugged Bradford. “I’m so happy for you both. Brady has often teased me about my doldrums over Allen, but do believe me when I tell you, Philomena, he was much changed after the fire.” Bestowing a bright smile on Giles, Olivia touched his shoulder. “And I’m so grateful you’ve roused, Mr. Pomfrett. I will pray for your continued recovery.”
The strain of so many gathered in Giles’s sick room concerned Philomena. She would wait until the doctor examined him before she allowed the dash of hope that had taken root to grow and bloom. Too soon for celebrating, just yet. Nonetheless, his awakening in time for the ceremony was a profound blessing.
Her grace regarded the cleric with thinly disguised curiosity but turned her attention to Giles. “I’m so pleased to see you awake, Mr. Pomfrett. You shall have the pleasure of witnessing your sister’s nuptials, though I do believe we should make the ceremony as short as possible so as to not exhaust you.”
“Er, well, Your Grace, there is a small matter I need to discuss with his lordship first.” The cleric’s nervous gaze darted here and there, and perspiration ran in thick rivets down his beet-red face. As quickly as he sopped the moisture with his soggy kerchief, more appeared.
Goodness, he appeared unwell or on the brink of apoplexy.
“Have your say, good sir, so that we might be about marrying.” Bradford encircled Philomena’s waist with one arm. “I’ve waited nearly seven years to marry this minx, and don’t want to wait another day.”
“You are going to have to wait, my lord.” Reverend Archer clasped his hands, his head bobbing like a pigeon.
Bradford stiffened and leveled him an acerbic stare. “And why is that?”
Every eye in the room fixed on the clergyman.
He licked his lips and tugged on his ear. “Someone has come forth with an objection to the marriage.”