Regency Rogues: Unlacing The Forbidden: Unlacing Lady Thea / Forbidden Jewel of India
Journey into pleasure… The night before Lord Denham embarks on his Grand Tour, his childhood friend Lady Althea Curtiss—desperate to escape an arranged marriage—arrives, demanding free passage! But soon Rhys realises that with his new travelling companion he is in danger of awakening not only Thea’s sensuality, but also his own long-buried heart. … Anusha Laurens is in danger. The daughter of an Indian princess and an English peer, she’s the perfect pawn in the opulent courts of Rajasthan. Arrogant Major Nicholas Herriard is charged with protecting the alluring Princess. But under the searing Indian sun Nick is left with only one option to keep Anusha safe: marriage.
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Wicked Seduction
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A Winter’s Night
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Unlacing the Forbidden
January 2020
Stolen Sins
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Candlelight Confessions
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Rescued by Temptation
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Disgraceful Secrets
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Talk of the Ton
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LOUISE ALLEN loves immersing herself in history. She finds landscapes and places evoke the past powerfully. Venice, Burgundy and the Greek islands are favourite destinations. Louise lives on the Norfolk coast & spends her spare time gardening, researching family history or travelling in search of inspiration. www.louiseallenregency.co.uk, @LouiseRegencyhttp://janeaustenslondon.com
Regency Rogues: Unlacing the Forbidden
Unlacing Lady Thea
Forbidden Jewel of India
Louise Allen
ISBN: 978-0-008-90105-9
REGENCY ROGUES: UNLACING THE FORBIDDEN
Unlacing Lady Thea © 2017 Melanie Hilton Forbidden Jewel of India © 2013 Melanie Hilton
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Table of Contents
The Hussies, with thanks for all the support,
advice and laughter.
London—June 3, 1814
The skeleton clock on the overmantel struck four. No point in going to bed. Besides, he was thoroughly foxed, although not drunk enough to keep him from lying awake, wondering what had possessed him to make this insane plan. And worse, to follow through with organisation so ruthlessly efficient that to cancel now would throw his entire staff, financial team, estate management and social life into disorder—and make it seem he did not know his own mind.
‘Which I do not,’ Rhys Denham informed the ragged-eared ginger tom that sat on the hearthrug eyeing him with the disdain that only a feline or a dowager duchess could muster. ‘Know my own mind, that is. Always do, just not this time.’
The appearance of the kitchen mouser on the principal floor, let alone in the study of the third Earl of Palgrave, was unheard of. The household must be stirring already, too distracted by their master’s imminent departure for the Continent to notice an open door at the head of the servants’ stair.
‘It seemed a good plan at the time,’ Rhys mused. The brandy at the bottom of the glass glowed in the candlelight, and he splashed in more and tossed the lot back. ‘I’m drunk. Haven’t been this drunk in years.’ Not since he had woken up one afternoon and realised that drink was never going to blot out the disaster of his wedding day, restore his faith in friendship or his delusions about romantic love.
