To Love a Reckless Lord
The Culpepper Misses Collection Books 1-3
What would you sacrifice for the ones you love?
This boxed set includes the first three full-length installments of The Blue Rose Regency Romances: The Culpepper Misses Series, featuring devilish rogues and the unpredictable women who capture their hearts.
The Earl and the Spinster
Brooke Culpepper has focused her energy on two things: keeping the struggling dairy farm that’s her home operating and preventing her younger sister and cousins from starving. Then her cousin loses the farm to Heath, Earl of Ravensdale at the gaming tables. Desperate, pauper poor, and with nowhere to take her family, Brooke proposes a rash wager. Heath’s stakes? The farm. Hers? Her virtue. The land holds no interest for Heath, but he finds Brooke irresistible and ignoring prudence as well as his sense of honor, he just as recklessly accepts her challenge.
The Marquis and the Vixen
Dragged to London for a Season, Blythe Culpepper is dismayed to learn her guardian has enlisted the devilishly attractive Tristan, Marquis of Leventhorpe—the one man she detests—to assist with her launch into Polite Society. Still, she cannot deny the way her body reacts when he’s near. Blythe taxes Tristan to his limits with her sharp wit and even sharper tongue, yet the beauty captivates him like no other. When a past enemy comes calling, Tristan risks all, including his honor to protect Blythe.
The Lord and the Wallflower
Brette Culpepper enchants Alexander Hawksworth from the moment they met, but as a humble vicar, she’s too far above his station. Then Alex unexpectedly inherits an earldom, and he’s determined to make her his countess—until he’s accused of the previous earl’s murder. Brette finds herself falling in love with the charming vicar, but when a new guardian emerges intent on forcing her to wed an elderly degenerate instead of Alex, her world turns upside down. Can Alex clear his name in time to rescue Brette from an unimaginable fate, or will they be forced to elope amidst scandal and disgrace?
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The waltz began, and Blythe dipped into a curtsy as his lordship bowed, his unusual lion’s head stickpin in the folds of his cravat catching her eye. Its ruby eyes and diamond mouth twinkled in the incandescent light. A family heirloom?
Stepping into his embrace wasn’t what Blythe had anticipated either. Though not as light on his feet as Mr. Burlington, Lord Leventhorpe proved a superb dancer, especially for such a towering man. She frequently stood taller than men and quite liked having to look upward to meet his eyes.
Mr. Burlington had been on eye level with her.
Like the muscular statues in the entry, his lordship’s shoulder was thick and rounded, the sinewy flesh flexing beneath her fingertips. What other parts of his anatomy might be as generous? Heat stole up her cheeks, and her breathing sputtered for a moment.
Oh, for the love of God, Blythe. Stop.
Of a slimmer build, Mr. Burlington had been solid, but didn’t boast the marquis’s bulging physique.
Nothing wrong with that. He wasn’t scrawny or twitchy like Mr. Phillips, repulsive man.
She and Lord Leventhorpe danced well together, their forms nicely proportioned. As they rose and fell to the orchestra’s strains, his lordship’s subtle scent wafted to her. Swaying in his arms, she took a deep breath. In addition to his usual sandalwood, Blythe detected cloves and fresh linen. And perhaps a hint of brandy?
Mr. Burlington’s cologne had been musky.
Both smelled pleasant, yet distinctly different, like the men themselves.
Stop comparing them, for pity’s sake.
Lord Leventhorpe fell silent once their dance began, and the delight of being held in his strong embrace was unexpected and disconcerting. A month ago, she’d have believed herself dicked in the nob for entertaining such an absurd notion as enjoying a waltz with him.
Did his thoughts run parallel to hers, confusion meshed with pleasure? She entertained no misconceptions about his prior sentiments toward her.
Blythe slanted her head, and her gaze collided with his half-open sapphire eyes, the tips of his lashes feathered auburn. She stumbled, mashing his toes.
Had he observed her while they circled the floor?
The gentle upward sweep of his mouth sent a frisson to the tips of her toes, and she missed another step. So much for confidence in her dance skills.
He drew her infinitesimally closer, though surely only because of her momentary clumsiness.
She ought to object, but her tongue seemed content to stay silent.