A Captivating Regency Romance Filled with Scandal, Adventure, and an Irresistible Love Story!
A scandalous abduction. A forced voyage. A love neither of them expected.
Miss Beatrice Sinclair has always been overlooked—a mere wallflower in the glittering ballrooms of London. But when the infamous Earl of Lorne, Matthew Everhart, ruins her honor with a reckless wager, she devises a daring plan: she will see him punished. The perfect scheme? Ensuring he wakes aboard a ship bound for America—trapped with no way back.
Only, her plan backfires spectacularly. She ends up aboard the ship with him.
Now, miles from England, Beatrice and Matthew must navigate treacherous waters—both at sea and in their hearts. Forced into close quarters, their battle of wits soon turns into a tempest of longing. Matthew, once a careless rogue, discovers a woman who challenges him at every turn, while Beatrice begins to see beyond his arrogance to the man beneath.
But when passion flares and secrets unravel, will they risk everything for love? Or will the whispers of scandal tear them apart upon their return to London?
Perfect for fans of Sarah MacLean, Julia Quinn, and Lisa Kleypas, Farewell, My Rogue delivers a swoon-worthy tale of revenge, redemption, and a romance that defies all expectations.
Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Forced Proximity, Marriage of Convenience, Redemption Arc, Witty Banter, High Society Drama.
One ship. Two hearts. And a love neither of them saw coming.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / RegencyThe mingling scents of roses greeted Miss Beatrice Sinclair as she stepped into the glittering ballroom, her heart thrumming beneath her silk gown. Pausing just inside the grand entrance, she let her eyes adjust to the brilliance of crystal chandeliers. merriment interwove with the orchestra’s melody, surrounding her.
“Breathe, Bea,” she murmured, gripping her ivory fan so tightly that the delicate spokes bit into her gloved fingers. Her gaze swept the room, searching for him.
She exhaled slowly, willing the tightness in her frame to dissipate. Her steps were deliberate as she entered the fray, keeping her gaze lowered and allowing her dark tresses to obscure her face. It was easier to disappear that way, to melt into the edges of society where wallflowers like her thrived.
But tonight, she was not here to fade into the background. Not entirely. She was here for him—to take the first step in her carefully plotted scheme of retribution.
The thought twisted her stomach into a roiling mix of anger and anticipation. She scanned the crowd while focusing on the familiar routine of navigating the throng. A whispered apology here, a slight curtsy there—always measured, always unremarkable.
And then she heard it.
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Portuguese
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Evelyn T M Martins
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