The dance she never dared to dream ofâ¦
One year after a carriage accident killed her parents and left her seriously injured, Lavinia Montgomery has finally learnt to walk again â just in time to make her societal debut. Yet while the beautiful debutanteâs body may have healed, she hides a broken heart.
Before her injury, Lavinia had exchanged letters with a man she knew to be the love of her life â despite never having set eyes on him. But when she feared sheâd be crippled for life, she made the heart-rending decision to let him goâ¦
Randolph James Caulfield, Earl of Penwick, is betrothed, but cannot forget the words he once received from a woman whose name he knew, but who he never had the chance to meet. So when, at a ball, his dance partner is introduced, he canât believe his luck. One thing is certain: if this really is his debutante, he wonât lose her a second timeâ¦
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To Love a Wicked Scoundrel
Duke of Darkness
The Midnight Rake
Regency Charms
Defying the Earl
Undone By His Kiss
Societyâs Most Scandalous Viscount
ANABELLE BRYANT
began reading at age three and never stopped. Her passion for reading soon turned into a passion for writing and an author was born. Happy to grab her suitcase if it ensures a new adventure, Anabelle finds endless inspiration in travel; especially imaginary jaunts into romantic Regency England, a far cry from her home in New Jersey. Instead, her clever characters live out her daydreams because really, who wouldnât want to dance with a handsome duke or kiss a wicked earl?
Though teaching keeps her grounded, photography, running, and writing counterbalance her wanderlust. Often found with her nose in a book, Anabelle has earned her Masterâs Degree and is pursuing her Doctorate Degree in education. She proudly owns her addiction to French fries and stationery supplies, as well as her frightening ineptitude with technology. A firm believer in romance, Anabelle knows sometimes life doesnât provide a happily ever after, but her novels always do. She enjoys talking with her fans. Visit her website at AnabelleBryant.com.
The final book in a series carries with it expectation and emotion. Readers want a satisfying completion to the journey and as much as Iâve enjoyed writing the Regency Charms series, Iâm emotional to see it end and pleased Iâve accomplished all this story needs to be. Iâm a little in love with the hero. I hope you find him equally as romantic.
Thank you readers â for spending time with my characters, for emailing, messaging and letting me know how much you like this series and most of all, for loving books and historical romance!
Thank you to my fabulous editors, Clio and Nicky. Your insight is brilliant.
Happy Reading!
It is said that the right pair of shoes can help you conquer the worldâ¦
This book is dedicated to anyone who battles fear -- Fear of the unknown, fear of letting go of the past, fear of love and most of all, fear of finding their happily ever after. The first step is the hardest but from there itâs just a matter of walking on.
Prologue
âOver âere.â Hawkinsâ impatient words broke across the night air, a well-timed command to mingle with the felonious commerce abounding in the King Street rookery. Southampton was a far cry from London but distance did little to dampen the prosperity of prostitutes, street sellers and thieves. Hawkins, no exception, an adept smuggler in particular, waited for an answer.
âAye.â Gulliverâs blunt reply joined the darkness beneath a dilapidated awning, the wood rotted away to leave a skeletal frame of exposed gutter and drain, a discernible landmark in the moonlight even for a low-cunning simpleton like Gulliver Booth, a petty criminal with unremarkable intelligence.
ââAve you got the ready?â Hawkins retreated until his shoulders brushed the dirt-besmeared bricks of the squalid lodging house in guarantee his identity remained cloaked. Gulliver knew him from past business, but while uppers would dare not make eye contact with the seedy sort found in the rookery, the inhabitants who lined the decaying foundations and blind alleys possessed the innate ability to observe all with a flick of the eyes. Information was sold for coin, no loyalty existed. Aware he could meld no further, Hawkins watched Gulliver pull a face as if his question had insulted the thiefâs reputation.
âOâcourse, Gov, âere it is.â A shadow of an arm thrust a pale paper forward, the moonlight a poor lamp to judge whether or not the content proved authentic: detailed instructions to their next smuggling operation. As with most thieves, time was the enemy, and Hawkins had no choice but to trust his associate. The notion soured his stomach like loathsome rot; still he pushed the paper into his pocket and whistled his dismissal, the sharp sound common among the noisy colony of illicit dwellers.