An enchanting Regency Historical Romance collection uniting wallflowers, bluestockings, and spinsters with roguish lords, wounded soldiers, and even a dashing pirate. Misunderstandings, self-doubts, secrets, and shadowed pasts have the flawed, but endearing characters, trotting headlong into romantic mayhem. Will the heroes’ and heroines’ fledgling love survive the tumult?
A Kiss for a Rogue: After a long separation, Olivia Kingsley unexpectedly runs into her former betrothed, Allen Wimpleton, at a ball. Can they overcome their pasts and old wounds to find love once more?
A Bride for a Rogue: Noblewoman, Ivonne Wimpleton, is resigned to spinsterhood until she decides to win the heart of the man she’s loved since girlhood—Chancy Faulkenhurst, a penniless soldier who’s just returned from India, disfigured and disillusioned.
A Rogue’s Scandalous Wish: When an obligatory marriage offer turns into an unexpected second chance for love, Bradford Kingsley seizes it. But Philomena Pomphrett’s reluctant.
These page-turning Regency historical romances by a USA Today bestselling author are sigh-worthy tales that will make you smile as you flip through the pages.
If you enjoy reading lords and ladies, redeemed rogues, friends to lovers, and marriage of convenience love stories with a dash of suspense, a sprinkle of humor, and gripping emotion, then you’ll adore Collette Cameron’s mesmerizing THE HONORABLE ROGUES® BOOKS 1-3. Settle into your favorite reading nook to binge read these heart-warming romantic adventures you can’t put down.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Regency“This is a monumental mistake.”
God’s toenails. What were you thinking, Olivia Kingsley, agreeing to Auntie Muriel’s addlepated scheme?
Why had she ever agreed to this farce?
Fingering the heavy ruby pendant hanging at the hollow of her neck, Olivia peeked out the window as the conveyance rounded the corner onto Berkeley Square. Good God. Carriage upon carriage, like great shiny beetles, lined the street beside an ostentatious manor. Her heart skipped a long beat, and she ducked out of sight.
Braving another glance from the window’s corner, her stomach pitched worse than a ship amid a hurricane. The full moon’s milky light, along with the mansion’s rows of glowing diamond-shaped panes, illuminated the street. Dignified guests in their evening finery swarmed before the grand entrance and on the granite stairs as they waited their turn to enter Viscount and Viscountess Wimpleton’s home.
The manor had acquired a new coat of paint since she had seen it last. She didn’t care for the pale lead shade, preferring the previous color, a pleasant, welcoming bronze green. Why anyone living in Town would choose to wrap their home in such a chilly color was beyond her. With its enshrouding fog and perpetually overcast skies, London boasted every shade of gray already.
Three years in the tropics, surrounded by vibrant flowers, pristine powdery beaches, a turquoise sea, and balmy temperatures had rather spoiled her against London’s grime and stench. How long before she grew accustomed to the dank again? The gloom? The smell?
Never.
Shivering, Olivia pulled her silk wrap snugger. Though late May, she’d been nigh on to freezing since the ship docked last week.
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