Sophia Babineaux has landed a husband! And a good one at that! Lord Harold, the second son of a duke, is kind, gentle, undemanding. Perhaps a little too undemanding? Because after one chance encounter with skilled rake, Captain Devlin Brooks, it is glaringly obvious that something is missing between Lord Harold and herself… pas-sion… sizzle… well… everything. And marriage is forever! Will her parents allow her to reconsider? Absolutely not.
War hero, Devlin Brookes, is ready to marry and thinks Sophia Babineaux might be the one. One itsy bitsy problem: she’s engaged to his cousin, Harold. But Devlin knows his cousin! and damned if Harold hasn’t been coerced into this betrothal by the Duke of Prescott, his father. Prescott usually gets what he wants.
Devlin, Sophia and Harold conspire to thwart the duke’s wishes but fail to con-sider a few vital, unintended consequences. Once set in motion, matters quickly spiral out of control! Caught up in tragedy, regret, and deceit Sophia and Devlin’s love be-comes tainted. If they cannot cope with their choices they may never find their way back once embarking on their journey… To Hell in a Hand Basket…
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Historical / VictorianRankings are holding steady at around 20K right now. Earlier in the year, they held under 5K for several weeks. THe book originally released in January of 2018 and has over 50 4Star+ reviews in Amazon.
NOTE: Ebook versions of this book are currently unavailable as it is currently included in the anthology: Dashing Dukes and Romantic Rogues with Christy Caldwell and 3 other authors. It will go back to a standalone in Oct., 2019
Sophia tugged at the leading string to draw Peaches closer to the hem of her dress. She must keep her precious companion as close as possible.
The dog, small in stature, had very short legs and a long body.
Not that Peaches was strong enough to drag Sophia into the melee of pedestrians. But the passing humans concerned her. The crowded sidewalks bustled with activity today and busy passersby were not always mindful of twelve-inch-tall canines.
Sophia would not wish for Peaches to be accidentally kicked, or worse! She would take no chances with her beloved pet.
Peaches was her baby.
She — the dog, mind you — had short reddish hair with a brown streak that stood up whenever she was provoked or frightened.
In that moment, the streak stood out boldly.
And, as Sophia glanced up, she supposed that if she herself had a streak, it would be standing on end as well.
For rambling down the busy London street appeared a most unusual sight. In a line of tall wagons, all constructed with vertical bars, a caravan of vehicles transported a variety of exotic animals. Were they part of a traveling circus? Perhaps they were new additions to the Tower Menagerie in Regent’s Park.
She’d been once, to the menagerie, and although fascinated by the novelty of viewing the magnificent beasts, she’d sensed a wrongness to it all. A similar sensation swept through her today, as the carts rolled past with the animals caged behind bars.
Other onlookers had stopped to stare at the impromptu exhibition as well. A most unusual sight!
Not to go unnoticed by her dog.
For Peaches’ tail now curled between her hind legs and a low growl rumbled in her throat.
Oh, no.
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Translated by Patricia Mónica Marcucci
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