The Winter Wishes anthology is available for Pre-Order!
Are you looking forward to some holiday reading?
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Cheryl Bolen and USA Today Bestselling authors Bronwen Evans, Lana Williams, Bree Wolf and Collette Cameron are joined by Heather Boyd, Sasha Cottman, Samantha Grace, Donna Cummings, Barbara Monajem, Suzanna Medeiros, Wendy Vella, and me (!) in this exciting new anthology of thirteen never-before-published Regency Christmas Romances.
Here’s a full list of the stories that will sweep you away…
One Room at the Inn, by Cheryl Bolen
To reach the only person who ever offered help after her husband’s death, destitute Charlotte Hale must travel with her children on the coldest night in a generation—with a handsome stranger she prays she can trust.
Invitation to Pleasure, by Bronwen Evans
There can be no love without trust…Will handsome and sexy Daniel Kerrich, Lord de Winter, be able to earn fiercely independent Lady Georgiana’s trust and win her heart in time for Christmas?
A Rogue’s Reputation, by Lana Williams
Will Christmas magic and mistletoe unite this unlikely pair?
Dared & Kissed – The Scotsman’s Yuletide Bride, by Bree Wolf
A daring lass. An angry Scot. And the happenings of a fateful day.
A Yuletide Highlander, by Collette Cameron
A gentlewoman afraid for her life and the Scottish warrior willing to risk all to protect her.
One Enchanted Christmas, by Heather Boyd
When Lord Clement finds himself in a marriage wager, finding a woman to love in a scant few months seems an impossible task…until he rediscovers his best friend’s sister.
Mistletoe and Kisses, by Sasha Cottman
It’s Christmas and Cupid’s little helpers are busy at work. The mistletoe has been hung and now kisses await.
Must Love Majors, by Samantha Grace
Lady Ambrosia Everly promised to select a husband by Christmas, but when Major Rowland ambushes her at her parents’ house party with a claim to the stray dog she rescued, love becomes a battlefield. Soon the lines between enemies and lovers are blurred, and Ambrosia is faced with a tough decision: follow her heart or marry a man of her parents’ choosing.
A Twelfth Night to Remember, by Donna Cummings
Rhys has loved Grace his entire life, but their different stations in life made a future impossible. She eloped with another, but now she has returned—a widow with a young son. Can the magic of the holiday season bring Rhys and Grace together at last?
A Kiss Upon the Wind, by Barbara Monajem
Two families feud over a stolen pendant. Will a kiss under the mistletoe spark a love that can end the feud forever?
Miss Hathaway’s Wish, by Suzanna Medeiros
Emily Hathaway has given up on marrying for love. But when Sir Jonah Stanton arrives at Hathaway Manor for a Christmas ball after being away for ten years, she realizes there might be more between them than friendship.
The Earl from Christmas Past, by Wendy Vella
A feisty Regency miss and an arrogant, sexy Lord: can a sweet kiss under the mistletoe, and a dangerous secret shared, be enough to rekindle their love?
The Duke She Despised, by Alina K. Field
Hiding her true identity, a young vicar’s widow takes a position as housekeeper in a remote Scottish castle at Christmas for a new duke who years ago sabotaged her chance for happiness. She quickly falls for the duke’s charming but not very competent factor, not knowing that he’s hiding something also—he’s the duke she despised!
If you adore Christmas and Regency romance with a bit of heat, you’ll love reading this stunning anthology!
Here’s an excerpt from The Duke She Despised:
A faint pounding started up. Andrew rubbed at his temple. “Another one of the bloody banging shutters that kept me up all night, do you suppose? Or might that be one of the legendary ghosts?”
George raised an eyebrow. “Or might it be someone at the door?”
Andrew tilted his head to listen, bile rising in him. “I locked Haskill out not a quarter of an hour ago and barred the door. Did the bastard forget something?” He looked around for his castoff neck cloth.
Never mind. If this was Haskill at the door, he wouldn’t risk bloodying the thing when he kicked the man out on his arse again.
Cold air overwhelmed him in the hall, the sort of damp chill oozed by a medieval pile left unheated for years. He wished for his overcoat, flung over a chair in the study, since neither he nor George had brought so much as a groom.
They’d tended their horses themselves as well, and washed in the ice-cold buckets they’d had to carry up. George, though, had managed a shave and fresh linens, the pompous ass.
George wasn’t the one who’d been plunged into despair. George hadn’t just been encumbered with a crumbling castle and a bankrupt estate. George hadn’t just learned he’d lost his only brother months and months earlier to a fever.
Andrew rubbed at his chin. No neckcloth and two days-worth of beard—this had better not be a social caller.
He unbarred the door and yanked the heavy wood open.
In the half-light a woman stood, ramrod straight despite her shivering, swathed in dark wool.
“I beg your pardon,” she said. “I knocked at the servant’s door but no one answered.”
By God, she was an Englishwoman, and she didn’t speak like a servant.
Her wrap slipped, and he peered closer, his interest stirring. She was youngish, and from what he could see, attractive.
“I’m the new housekeeper.”
A blur of dark fur shot through the door and they both jumped.
“I believe that was a cat.” She peered around him.
“I’ve never seen it before.” The bloody thing scurried off toward the bowels of the Castle and out of sight.
“May I come in?” She cleared her throat. “No one is answering the servants’ door.”
A sharp gust of wind blasted him. He apologized, stepping back, watching her enter.
The heavy wrap outlined a shapely woman. She put him in mind of Mrs. Ramsey, Old Horace’s faithful housekeeper for so many years. ’Twas whispered that she had been more than a servant, and perhaps it was true given the old man’s sharp decline after her death.
The new housekeeper placed a valise and a basket on the black and white tile.
“Are these all your belongings, or have you left a driver out in the snow?”
“I walked and—”
“Walked? In this weather?” Either she was of hardy stock, or he’d soon have to call the apothecary to treat her.
“Yes,” she said. “I’ve a trunk at the inn, to be brought up when the weather eases.”
He scoffed. “Next spring, then, perhaps.”
She sent him an arch look and slipped the shawl back from her head, taking a bonnet with it and revealing errant dark locks that curled about her cheeks and dangled on her shoulder.
Her attention traveled over the dark paneling and up to the painted cornice with its scenes of medieval knights and their ladies. She gasped. “It’s astonishing. Like…like a fairy tale castle.”
A fairy tale castle? Was she mad?
The scenes might have once fascinated his childish heart, but he’d outgrown such nonsense.
She leveled a gaze at him. “What is your name, young man?”
His name? He blinked. Young man? He was likely older than her.
A chuckle bubbled up, the first moment of lightness he’d experienced in days. She thought he was a servant. A servant in a fairy tale castle.
Well, well. How would a lackey behave toward an arriving housekeeper?
“Never mind.” She reached for her basket. “Just show me the way to the servant’s—”
He snatched up the hamper. The aroma of stewed meat escaped from under the heavy cloth, making his mouth water. “You must first be introduced. Come along. The duke conducts business in the study.”
Her hand went to her disheveled hair. “I must—”
“You are fine as you are.” As he nudged her along, a beam of light caught her features.
His prickle of interest bloomed into full-fledged awareness. Full lips, porcelain skin, and a determined little chin—his new housekeeper was more than fine, and she spoke like a Mayfair matron. A youngish one. The urge to become better acquainted overwhelmed him.
Except, he was a duke now. Blast it. Why did Evan have to die and leave him this burden?
He reached up to tug his neckcloth and found it missing. Her frown showed she’d noticed, and that made him smile again.
“No one expected a bonny housekeeper.”
Dark eyes glinted at his impertinence.
So much for the letter he’d sent to cancel her hiring. He was keeping her, at least through Hogmanay. “I fear we are all at sixes and sevens here,” he said.
She pursed her lips. “I see that. You’ve lost your neckcloth, your razor, and your comb.”
He squashed another grin. “I’ll just carry this basket along out of the way of the resident mice.”
Those full lips pinched tighter, raising his spirits even higher. She thought he was the duke’s naughty retainer. Well, he could be. He wouldn’t need her around for much longer than a few weeks, and as a footman…no, not a footman. He could play the new factor. A factor could spar with her the way a duke—or a footman, for that matter—never could. He’d do her no harm.
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Images: Winter Wishes cover is by Heather Boyd; Castle Craigmillar is courtesy of Ben Clarke via Wikimedia Creative Commons