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by A.S. Fenichel

Pub Date: 9/26/2017

An unexpected promise . . . an everlasting passion.
An accomplished musician, Dorothea Flammel has refused more proposals
than any London debutante; her only true love is her music. Dory’s
shimmering talent and beauty have long been adored from afar by
Thomas Wheel, an untitled gentleman who can only dream of asking for
the hand of a nobleman’s daughter. But when her father, the
insolvent Lord Flammel, arranges for Dory to marry a lecherous Earl
in order to pay off a debt, she runs to Thomas—and proposes
marriage to him.
Eloping to Scotland saves Dory from a disastrous fate, but what is for her a
mere marriage of convenience proves more passionate—and more
complex—than either imagined as rumors, scandal, and buried
emotions come to light. And when a vengeful challenge from a drunken
and embittered Lord Flammel puts Thomas’s life on the line, will
the fragile trust between husband and wife be enough to save them

                More than an hour reading the Westgrove Estate titles and entailments left Thomas Wheel with an aching neck. If he acquired the property, those two fields neighboring his two family estates would be perfect   for the Dutch four-crop rotation method. Increased productivity could mean putting the local children in a schoolroom rather than laboring for pennies to help feed their families. The little barn on the property could be converted into a schoolhouse.
                Crowly cleared his throat. The butler was tall and wide and occupied the entire doorway. “Yes, what is it, Crowly?”
                “Sir, I know you said you didn’t wish to be disturbed, but you have a visitor.” Many visitors found the unseemly size of the man intimidating. Crowly was quiet and efficient and that was good enough for a bachelor of Thomas’s standing.
                Thomas pulled the watch from his pocket. Nearly midnight, no decent person called so late. “At this late hour? Send whoever it is away. It is too late for callers.”
                The butler shuffled his feet but did not leave. “Is there a problem, Crowly?”
                “Well, sir, you see, the visitor is a young woman of apparent good breeding. She arrived in a hack and I am reluctant to put her back out   on the street.”
                Thomas stood. “She is alone?” “It would seem so, sir.”
                “Who is it?”
                “The lady refused to provide a card and wishes to speak to you rather urgently.”
                After pulling his jacket from the back of his chair, he dressed himself. “I suppose you had better let the mystery lady in.”
                “Yes. Thank you, sir.” Crowly’s shoulders relaxed.
                Within seconds, a woman draped in a black cape with a hood hiding her face entered the study.
                Thomas stood behind his desk and waited for her to speak, but she fussed with the edge of her cape and shifted her feet. He suspected that she was contemplating running away. “How may I help you?”
                Her head snapped up and her hood fell away. There, standing in his study, was Lady Dorothea Flammel. The amber in her blond hair came  to life in the firelight and Thomas had to grip the back of his chair for balance. He did not know what he had been expecting, but in his wildest dreams he never thought to see Dory in his home. Well, maybe in his dreams, but never in reality.
                Compared to the burly Crowly she looked lost in the doorway. She was petite and her green eyes ringed red as if she’d been crying.
                His initial excitement overshadowed by her distress, his concern mounted. He crossed the room, stopping only when he realized that she backed away from him. “Lady Flammel, what is wrong? Is it Markus?”
                Markus Flammel, Dory’s older brother and one of Thomas’s closest friends, lost his wife during childbirth a year before. The child had lived, but losing Emma had sent Markus into a desperate depression.
                “No. It’s not Markus. He is in the country as far as I know.” She stared at her feet.
                Thomas waited for her to say more, but she pressed her lips together while avoiding his gaze.
                “Perhaps you would like to sit,” he suggested.
                When she looked up, he thought she might run, but then her expression softened and she nodded.
                When he offered her the chair in front of his desk, she skirted away from him to reach the seat. Never had he seen her so out of sorts. He rounded the desk and sat in his office chair.
                The silence in the room was palpable. Thomas cleared his throat and the sudden noise made her jump in her seat. Dory had always appeared so calm and in control, his interest piqued. “Lady Flammel?”
                “Yes?” Snapping her head up, she revealed her wide eyes and pale skin. He smiled. Most women found his smile engaging, but she looked at him with wide eyes and trembling lips, like he’d bared his teeth for the kill. He leaned forward, resting his arms on the desk. “I can only assume that you have come to me for some reason. You risk quite a lot coming to a bachelor’s home, in the middle of the night, in a hack and all alone. You must permit me my curiosity at such an unorthodox act. I have known you most of your life and this is the first time you have arrived on my doorstep. What can I do for you?”
                She sighed. “Perhaps it was a mistake.”
                “Was it?” he asked.
                She stared at him. He had watched her play the pianoforte dozens of times over the past few years. She was an artist of the highest order. Her emotion when she played was enthralling, but away from her instrument she always appeared so calm and controlled. Here in his study that seemed to have escaped her. She was near tears. He wanted to stand up and go to her but he did not wish to scare her. The last thing he wanted was to allow his height to intimidate her.
                “I am in trouble,” she said.
                Anger seared through Thomas. “Who was it? I will cut out his innards.” He pounded his fist on the desk.
                She flinched then waved her hand in a dismissive motion. “Not that kind of trouble, Mr. Wheel.”
                His fury seeped away. Watching her from the shadows for years, her music had drawn him in but those full eyelashes and deep green eyes kept him mesmerized. For a long time, he had yearned to touch the soft skin of her cheek and kiss those delicate ears. It was impossible. She was the daughter of an earl. She would marry a man of her own station, not Mr. Wheel of Middlesex.
                “Perhaps you should just tell me why you are here since you have made the trip. I will help you in any way I am able. I assure you that your presence here will remain our secret. My staff is very discreet.”
                She frowned. “I suppose as you are a bachelor, they would have to be.” There was a bitter twist in her voice.
                He did not comment, though her distaste rang through her statement and the twist of her lips.
                She took a deep breath, making her full bosom rise.
                Distracted for a moment, he then steeled himself and watched her eyes, which he found almost as intriguing.
                She cleared her throat. “I am in need of a husband and I have decided that, if you would not mind, you and I would suit nicely.”

A.S. Fenichel adores writing stories filled with love, passion, desire, magic and maybe a
little mayhem tossed in for good measure. Books have always been her
perfect escape and she still relishes diving into one and staying up
all night to finish a good story. Originally from New York, she grew
up in New Jersey. She now lives in the southwest with her real life
hero, her wonderful husband. When she is not reading or writing she
enjoys cooking, travel, history and puttering in her garden.

by Sara Portman
Genre: Historical Romance
Pub Date: 9/26/2017

An inconvenient engagement turns a marriage of convenience into so much
more in this sparkling new series from award-winning author Sara Portman . . .
Lady Emmaline Shaw’s reputation was irreparably damaged when her fiancĂ©,
John Brantwood, disappeared immediately after their engagement four
years ago. Since then, she’s grown from a shy, uncertain girl to a
woman who knows her own mind. And what she knows is that London
society holds nothing for her.
Rumor has it that John ran off to war and died in battle. Now, as the new
Duke of Worley, his shocking resurrection throws the ton into a tizzy
and makes him one of England’s most sought after bachelors—except
that he’s already engaged.
John needs a wife capable of smoothing his beloved sister’s introduction
into society. But though Emma happily grants him his freedom, her
fiery beauty and resilient spirit hold him captive. In fact, John has
no intention of letting her go. Her fate is now in his hands, but
will her heart be safe there as well?

Sara Portman  is an award winning author of historical and contemporary romance. 
In addition to being named the 2015 winner in the Historical Category of
the Romance Writers of America® Golden Heart® contest, Sara has
been a finalist and winner in several other writing competitions. A
daughter of the Midwest, Sara was born in Illinois, grew up in
Michigan, and currently lives in Ohio. In addition to her writing
endeavors, Sara is a wife and mother in a large, blended family.

by Heather Hiestand
Genre: Historical Romance
Pub Date: 9/5/2017

When exiled royalty and espionage combine, expect a romance as bold as the 1920s . . .
Olga Novikov is a princess without a throne. Her fiancé and her family
slain in the revolution, she flees Russia and finds herself working
as the head of housekeeping at London’s luxurious Grand Russe
Hotel. It’s a far cry from the glamour of her former life, but
she’s grateful for the job—until a guest forces her to question
where her loyalty lies. The charming nobleman challenges her at every
turn—and arouses dreams of romance she thought she’d abandoned
forever . . .
Douglas “Glass” Childers is living a double life. On the surface, he’s
the indolent Viscount Walling, but in truth he’s an intelligence
agent searching for a Bolshevik weapons master. The coolly beautiful
and headstrong housekeeper is a distraction he doesn’t need—unless
she’s the key piece in the puzzle he must solve. Trusting her could
be dangerous—but loving her is an undeniable temptation . . .

Heather Hiestand was born in Illinois but her family migrated west before she
started school. Since then she has claimed Washington State as home,
except for a few years in California. She wrote her first story at
age seven and went on to major in creative writing at the University
of Washington. Her first published fiction was a mystery short story,
but since then it has been all about the many flavors of romance.
Heather’s first published romance short story was set in the
Victorian period and she continues to return, fascinated by the rapid
changes of the nineteenth century. The author of many novels,
novellas and short stories, she makes her home in a small town with
her husband and son and supposedly works out of her tiny office,
though she mostly writes in her easy chair in the living room.

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