Veiled Seduction Series - Book Three
Winner of the National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award, the Write Touch Readers Award and the Book Buyers Best TOP PICK
The war hero who is barely holding on…
Gabriel Devereaux, Marquess of Bromwich, may have returned from the Napoleonic Wars sound of body, but his mind is plagued in ways he does not understand. After a particularly frightening episode, he commits himself to a private asylum of good repute. Gabriel is desperate to recover, and if he cannot, to protect the ones he loves—even from himself.
The woman who won’t let him go…
Lady Penelope Bridgeman has dedicated her life to treating traumatized soldiers, though nothing will ever make up for her inability to save her own husband. When Gabriel’s illness seems eerily similar to the madness that made her a widow, Penelope is terrified that she will fail again—and cost another man his life.
But her heart won’t let her refuse to help, even if it means facing both her past and her own demons. Gabriel pushes Penelope away to keep her safe, but a fragile trust slowly grows between them, forged by a deeper bond of loss. Though Penelope damns herself a fool for loving yet another broken man, she’ll do anything to save Gabriel—no matter the cost.
She never expects that he might be the one to save her, too…
Genre: FICTION / Romance / HistoricalSweet Madness was a national best-selling book in 2013, originally released by Penguin and translated into 4 languages. Now that rights have reverted to me, I'd like to expand its reach world-wide. It's the final book in a critically acclaimed three book series, and there is also a prequel novella, which will hopefully build sales as the series releases.
This series has an average of 4 stars out of 1700+ ratings.
I DO NOT have the rights for France, Turkey, or Russia. These rights have been sold.
Lady Penelope Bridgeman, Baroness Manton, alighted from the carriage, her sturdy black kid boots crunching gravel beneath them as she stepped onto the drive of Vickering Place.
At first glance, the seventeenth-century mansion looked like any other palatial spread. No fewer than a dozen chimney blocks jutted from the slate roof, each spouting puffs of smoke that spoke of toasty fires within, keeping the residents of the brown brick home warm in defiance of the chilly February winter.
Ivy strangled the west wing of the structure, as well as the walls leading up to the entrance of the main house. The vines were brownish green and barren now, but Penelope imagined they would be beautiful to behold come springtime. So would the large ornamental fountain that fronted the house when it was once again filled with water, as well as the acres upon acres of parkland that surrounded it when they were greened up and in bloom.
However, Penelope fervently hoped she would have no occasion to visit Vickering Place in the spring. Indeed, she wished she weren’t here now.
The carved oak door was opened for her before she even gained the top step of the stoop.
“Lady Manton.” A thin man, clad in a serviceable black suit, greeted her by her name, though they had never met. She supposed she shouldn’t be surprised. Visitors were likely regulated here and expected well in advance.
“Mr. Allen, I presume?” she inquired, pulling her dark wool cloak tighter around her as a frigid wind nipped across her nape.
“I am he,” Mr. Allen confirmed stiffly, but he did not step aside to allow her inside. Penelope rubbed her gloved hands together and looked pointedly at him. Finally, the man relented. “Please do come in,” he said, but his tone was clear. He did not want her here.
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Portuguese
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Translated by André Weber
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Spanish
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Translated by Javier Castañeda
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