The Lord and the Wallflower
The Blue Rose Regency Romances: The Culpepper Misses, #3
Formerly titled Brette: Intentions Gone Astray (Conundrums of the Misses Culpepper, Book 3)
A rogue turned rector believes his adventures are over until a precocious debutante bursts headlong into his life.
When duty decrees former rogue Alexander Hawksworth fill the vacant vicarship a male in his family has held for generations, he resigns himself to a sober existence. Though he’s committed to his parish, he misses the soirées and parties, especially after the precocious Brette Culpepper arrives in London. After he unexpectedly inherits an earldom, he’s determined to make her his countess—until he’s accused of murdering the previous earl.
New to Society, Brette adores the whirlwind social scene and the slightly-sensual verbal sparring with the devilishly attractive Alex Hawksworth. She finds herself falling in love with the charming vicar, but when rumors circulate, she’s a peer’s illegitimate granddaughter, her world turns upside down. To make matters worse, a newly appointed guardian emerges, intent on forcing her to wed an elderly degenerate instead of Alex.
Time is against them as Alex struggles to clear his name and deliver the woman he loves from an unthinkable fate.
Buy the third book in The Blue Rose Regency Romances: The Culpepper Misses historical series for a romping, emotional, and romantic adventure you won’t want to put down.
Though this novel is part of a series, it can easily be read as a stand-alone.
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“I cannot wait to read the next Culpepper lady’s adventure and I can’t recommend picking up this story highly enough.” ★★★★★ ~Night Owl Reviews Top Pick
“…impressively dramatic conclusion the third book in the Conundrums of the Misses Culpepper series, Brette: Intentions Gone Astray should not be missed!” ★★★★★ ~Jenerated Reviews
“Once again, Ms. Cameron has written a captivating, yet thought-provoking…masterfully written story.” ★★★★★ ~My Book Addiction Reviews
“Finally, the sexy rector gets his story…The humorous interactions and dialog between the characters are always what makes me excited to read a book in this series.” ★★★★★ ~Lampshade Reader
“Collette knows how to add surprise after surprise to keep you enthralled to the very end….Her writing is witty, sharp, smart and delightful to read.” ★★★★★ ~The Reading Wench
“These charming characters were lively and likable.” ★★★★★ ~Books And Benches
“…fun and effervescent series and Brette’s story is a great additional to this enjoyable series.” ★★★★★ ~A Girl and Her Books
“The characters are colorful, the banter made me smile throughout, and I am sooo looking forward to the stories of the two younger sisters, hopefully soon to come! I highly recommend this book to romance readers.” ★★★★★ ~Tresjax
“Brette is another delightful story by Collette Cameron. The characters are realistic and lovable, at least most of them. Within the story are splashes of humor, mystery, and surprise.” ★★★★★ ~Peggy C.
“This is a clean story, romance builds slowly and only kisses happen. There are many twists that I didn’t expect and added nicely to the story. Our h is smart, witty and caring, as is our H. They made a wonderful couple. We get drama near the end that didn’t drag forever, a great ending and satisfying HEA and no cliffhanger.” ★★★★★ ~Navy Waves
Brette glanced upward, almost returning his infectious grin. Almost. She mightn’t be terribly miffed, but he wouldn’t be forgiven just like that either.
He boasted the most mesmerizing eyes, a spectacular green, like newly sprouted spring grass. Bright, cheery, and framed by honey-tipped lashes so lush, they appeared coffee-brown from a distance. He smelled wonderful too. Sandalwood, starch, and a woodsy, soapy smell. Clean and fresh. Quite irresistible. If she were the type to be taken with such, which, being a practical sort, she was not.
His gaze, oddly mesmerizing, held hers and for an instant, she quite forgot her purpose for being in the passage.
“Particularly flighty, title-hunting ninnies,” Alex said.
What? Oh, he meant Ophelia.
True, Ophelia was flighty, and she did seek a titled husband, but if she were enamored with the gentleman, surely that made all the difference.
Careful to keep her voice subdued, Brette murmured, “Shows what you know, Al—Mr. Hawksworth.” Blast me twice. Did he notice her blunder?
“I’ve asked you, repeatedly, to call me Alex or Hawk.”
Yes, he had.
Heat crept from her neck to her hairline, and she snapped her fan open, welcoming the faint breeze.
His smile widened, crinkling the corner of his eyes in a merry manner. He sniffed lightly. “I like your perfume. Is it new?”
He bent near her again and boldly smelled her hair.
Such an intimate, improper thing to dare.
Brette’s jaw hung slack momentarily before she collected herself. Hadn’t she just been thinking how pleasant he smelled? It rather disconcerted her to have his mind marching along the same path as hers.
He flashed another disarming smile, and her stomach’s renewed flopping had nothing to do with her matchmaking exploits. She fanned herself faster.
Did Alex’s smile expand the merest iota more? As if he knew caterpillars, and butterflies, and all sort of ill-mannered insects cavorted about in her middle?
“Gentleman do not sniff ladies’ heads, Mr. Hawksworth.” What she’d intended as a sternly whispered reprimand came out as an amused observation. Nevertheless, reminding him of his position should put him in his place nicely.
“They do when they smell as lovely as you, and since you’ve forgotten again, I’ll remind you that I’ve asked you to address me as Hawk or Alex.” His melodic whisper held not a jot of repentance.