Regency Rogues: Wicked Seduction: Her Enemy at the Altar / That Despicable Rogue
Revenge is sweet Her Enemy at the Altar An unexpected end to the Wincanton-Stuart feud…? In a world where the ideal woman is supposed to be delicate and fragile, Lady Constance Stuart is neither of those, and resigned to a life alone. Except Aaron Wincanton is not the slightest bit afraid of her, something Connie finds most disconcerting. Especially as the Wincanton family are her greatest enemy! That Despicable Rogue A lady’s mission of revenge… Lady Hannah Steers loathes Ross Jameson, and is determined to expose him for the rogue he is! Disguised as a housekeeper she infiltrates his home to build a case against him…except Hannah finds herself in a position she never expected…falling head over heels in love with him!
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Regency Rogues
August 2019
Outrageous Scandal
September 2019
Rakes’ Redemption
October 2019
Wicked Seduction
November 2019
A Winter’s Night
December 2019
Unlacing the Forbidden
January 2020
Stolen Sins
February 2020
Candlelight Confessions
March 2020
Rescued by Temptation
April 2020
Wives Wanted
May 2020
Disgraceful Secrets
June 2020
Talk of the Ton
July 2020
Exotic Affairs
When VIRGINIA HEATH was a little girl it took her ages to fall asleep, so she made up stories in her head to help pass the time while she was staring at the ceiling. As she got older, the stories became more complicated, sometimes taking weeks to get to the happy ending. Then one day, she decided to embrace the insomnia and start writing them down. But it still takes her ages to fall asleep.
Regency Rogues: Wicked Seduction
Her Enemy at the Altar
That Despicable Rogue
Virginia Heath
ISBN: 978-1-474-09777-2
REGENCY ROGUES: WICKED SEDUCTION
Her Enemy at the Altar © 2016 Susan Merritt That Despicable Rogue © 2016 Susan Merritt
Published in Great Britain 2019
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Table of Contents
Virginia Heath
For Katie
And all of the other beautiful tall girls out there.
A London ballroom—November 1815
He was surrounded by the usual gaggle of giggling girls who found him charming. Fortunately, mused Lady Constance Stuart as she watched him from the opposite side of the ballroom, she was not one of them. Like his father, Aaron Wincanton had hair as dark as night and a heart as black as sin, and Constance was predisposed to hate him with a vengeance. But there was something about Aaron Wincanton that had always grated. Perhaps it was his cocky arrogance, or perhaps it was the way he constantly flirted with any woman in possession of a pulse, or maybe it was simply the fact that he was the most irritatingly handsome man in the room, but whatever it was she had developed a deep well of loathing reserved especially for him.
The gaggle of silly girls all stepped back at his command and Constance watched in reluctant fascination as Aaron Wincanton held an unopened champagne bottle upright in his palm. He had obviously procured a sword from someone and held it aloft in his right hand with far more flourish than was necessary. The blade glinted in the light of the chandeliers above, attracting even more attention to the exciting spectacle at the edge of the dance floor. He lay the flat of the blade against the side of the bottle and his mewling disciples began to count out loud in squeaking excitement. ‘One... Two...’
