Regency Romance between an angelic vicar and a devilish debutante: A must read if you love sweet and sizzle with an abundance of heart.
THE DEVILISH DEBUTANTE
Miss Rhododendron Mossant has given up on men, love, and worst of all, herself. Once a flirtatious beauty, the nightmares of her past have frozen her in fear. Ruined and ready to call it quits, all she can hope for is divine intervention.
THE ANGELIC VICAR
Justin White, Vicar turned Earl, has the looks of an angel but the heart of a rake. He isn't prepared to marry and yet honor won't allow anything less. Which poses something of a problem... because, by God, when it comes to this vixen, a war is is waging between his body and his soul.
SCANDAL'S SWEET SIZZLE
She’s hopeless and he’s hopelessly devoted. Together they must conquer the ton, her disgrace, and his empty pockets. With a little deviousness, and a miracle or two, is it possible this devilish match was really made in heaven?
Hell of a Lady is the fourth book in the Devil's Debutantes Series but can also be read as a standalone novel.
Book 1: Hell Hath No Fury (Cecily)
Book 2: Hell in a Hand Basket (Sophia)
Book 3: Hell's Belle (Emily)
Book 4: Hell of a Lady (Rhoda)
Book has sold well since release. Rankings have ranged from 1K to 75K depending on promotions that I run.
CHAPTER ONE
Crabtree Ball
“Idon’t understandit, Emily! It’s not as though I’m any different this year. I’m the same person I’ve always been. Heaven knows my dowry’s as small as it ever was.” Normally, Rhoda wasn’t one to question good fortune, but the past year had turned her into something of a skeptic.
For upon her wrist, attached to the string her mother had tied earlier, Miss Rhododendron Mossant possessed a full dance card for the first time in all of her ten and nine years. Not once since coming out two years ago had she ever had more than a third accounted for.
Tonight, a masculine name was scribbled onto every single line.
“Likely something to do with you garnering Lord St. John’s notice last year. If a marquess finds you interesting…” Her friend and fellow wallflower, Emily, scrunched her nose and twisted her lips into a wry grimace.
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Patricia Mónica Marcucci
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