Read the TWO FULL-LENGTH novels from the historical Blue Rose Regency Romance collection. Be swept away into the romantic and enchanting adventures of two devilish lords who get heir comeuppance. Only the worthiest of redeemed rogues can capture the Culpepper Misses hearts, and these sexy scoundrels will do anything to win the favor of the ladies who’ve inspired them to love.
This binge-worthy duo includes:
The Earl and the Spinster
Brooke Culpepper resigned herself to spinsterhood when she turned down her only marriage proposal to care for her family and farm. Heath, Earl of Ravensdale, is none-too-pleased to discover five women call the estate he won and intends to sell their home. Desperate, Brooke proposes another wager. His stakes? The dairy. Hers? Her virtue.
The Marquis and the Vixen
Intrepid and outspoken, Blythe Culpepper is dragged to London for a Season. To her dismay, her guardian enlists the devilishly attractive Lord Leventhorpe, the one man she detests, to assist with her Come Out. Haunted by childhood trauma, Tristan, the austere and controlled Marquis of Leventhorpe, usually avoids social gatherings. So why, against his better judgment, does he agree to aid his closest friend in presenting the Culpeppers to the ton?
These charming Regency romps are heartwarming, sigh-worthy, tales that will make you giggle as you rapidly flip the pages to discover what mayhem the Culpepper Misses have stirred up next.
If you enjoy reading strong heroine, enemies to lovers, and wallflower and spinster love stories with a dash of suspense, a sprinkle of humor, and gripping emotion, then you’ll adore this mesmerizing THE BLUE ROSE REGENCY ROMANCES: THE CULPEPPER MISSES. Buy this historical duet and settle into your favorite reading nook to binge the first two book in the addictive series.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Regency“My lord, this way if you please.” Miss Culpepper motioned to the doorway the girl dressed in green disappeared into earlier. “We’ll give you a moment of privacy to dry yourself and exchange your coat for Papa’s. It’s rather worn, I’m afraid, but you should be a mite more comfortable than wearing yours.”
The trio filed through the entrance, slender as reeds, each of them. A natural physical tendency or brought on by insufficient food? Mayhap both.
Heath followed, guilt’s sharp little teeth nipping at his heels. He glimpsed the tray as Miss Brette arranged it on a table before the fireplace. How they could be charitable he didn’t know, and had their situations been reversed, honesty compelled him to admit, he mightn’t have been as hospitable. Not much better than their snake of a cousin, was he? The notion left a sickening knot in his middle and a rancorous taste on his tongue.
Actually, the foul taste might be a spot of mud he’d licked from his lip. Pray God the dried crumb was mud and not some other manner of filth.
“Let’s give his lordship a moment, shall we?” With a wan smile, Miss Culpepper ushered her wards from the study.
Frenetic whispers sounded the moment they left his sight.
Heath made quick work of exchanging the jackets. The one he donned smelled slightly musty, and a hint of tobacco lingered within the coarsely woven threads. Too big around, the garment skimmed his waist. The Culpeppers didn’t get their height or svelteness from Mr. Culpepper’s branch of the family. Heath tugged at a too-short sleeve, and his third finger sank into a moth hole.
What brought this family to such destitution?
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