Today is release day for Wish Upon a Waltz, Book Five in Alanna Lucas’s Waltz with Destiny Series. Isn’t the cover fantastic? Enjoy the blurb and excerpt.

Wish Upon a Waltz

Blurb

Anastasia Quintin has resigned herself to live in quiet seclusion as companion to Miss Isabel Albryght, but one lost wager by her headstrong bookworm of a mistress soon requires Anastasia’s return to the society from which she hides. Her first event in eight years is to be a house party in honor of the recently entitled Earl of Huntingdon, hosted by his haughty grandmother.

Dante, Earl of Huntingdon, is furious. His meddling grandmother, determined to find him a wife before the week is done, has thrown a party in his name. But his heart is not available. Since the death of his beloved Anna, he has shunned marriage, believing no other woman could replace her. However, his anger is quickly quenched when he waltzes with a fascinating young woman at the masked ball, but no sooner does the dance end than she rushes away, leaving only her mask behind her.

Anastasia, having been persuaded by Isabel to impersonate her at the ball, is in shock. She has just danced with Dante St. Clair, the very man who long ago stole her heart and thereafter dashed all her hopes and dreams.

Can one night, one waltz rekindle what was once thought lost forever?

*Reissued in a new series with a beautiful new cover!

Excerpt

“How could it be worse…?”

“I danced with him last night and he did not recognize me.” The more she said the words, the more it hurt. “Then he told me he thought I was dead. Of course, he said this not knowing he was saying it to me, because…”

Isabel reached over and gave her a hug. “I am sorry you have to endure this.” She sat back and let out a loud sigh. “What are we going to do?”

“Discover why he believes Anastasia is dead.” Philippa turned to Anastasia with an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry. That sounded dreadfully morbid.”

Anastasia shook her head. “It is quite all right. How do you propose to uncover that information?”

Philippa was silent for the longest time before a wide grin appeared. “You were pretending to be Isabel last night, so Isabel will pretend that it was her last night.”

The space between Isabel’s brows crinkled. “So, I am to pretend to be me, pretending to be you, and now it is me trying to discover information about you. I’m utterly confused. I have a difficult enough time just being me and now you want me to pretend it is, but it isn’t me? I don’t see how this will accomplish anything.”

Because she was rambling, Anastasia knew Isabel to be nervous about the entire pretense, and she could not blame her. Pretending to be someone she wasn’t was exactly why Isabel had not wanted a season in the first place. Formal dresses, endless entertainment, and constantly trying to impress were not in Isabel’s vocabulary. Anastasia would not have asked for help if she didn’t feel so hopelessly lost.

“Please, I need you. I just want to know why he never returned my letters, why he made empty promises, why he…” Anastasia was about to reveal too much. That was one secret she would not reveal, not to her dearest friends, not to anyone.

“It will only be for a few days,” Philippa reasoned. “Just until we discover answers.”

Isabel inhaled a long deep breath, then exhaled slowly. “Fine, I’ll help.”

Philippa was positively giddy. “Just think of the fun we will have with this subterfuge.”

Ever since Philippa entered their lives, nothing had been mundane and ordinary. She stood and paced in front of the unlit fireplace, deep in thought.

“How are you thinking we should progress?” Now that Isabel had agreed, she appeared eager to participate.

Philippa did not answer. Biting her lower lip, she squinted into the distance, shaking her head. Without warning, she clasped her hands together and turned to face them. “Afternoon tea is to be served in the garden. That would be the perfect opportunity. Isabel, you will try and entice…” Philippa’s attention turned to Anastasia’s. “Who is it that we are to hoodwink?”

Just the thought of saying his name to someone else caused her insides to somersault. She swallowed hard. “Mr. St. Clair.”

Philippa gave her a peculiar look. “Dante St. Clair?”

Anastasia’s head snapped up. “You know him?”

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About the Author

Bestselling, award-winning author, Alanna Lucas pens Regency-set historicals filled with romance, adventure, and of course, happily ever afters. When she is not daydreaming of her next travel destination, Alanna can be found researching, spending time with family, tending to her garden, or going for long walks. She makes her home in California with her husband and children, and too many books to count.

Just for the record, you can never have too many handbags or books. And travel is a must.