A binge-worthy Regency 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?
To Capture a Rogue’s Heart: Dominic St. Monté, a privateer-turned-duke, enlists the help of Katrina Needham in finding a bride. Neither he nor Katrina—betrothed to another—are prepared for the resulting havoc their irresistible, mutual attraction causes.
The Rogue and the Wallflower: Since an explosion ravaged Captain Morgan Le Draco’s face, he’s fortified himself behind a rampart of cynical distrust. Scorned and ridiculed most of her adult life, Shona Atterberry never hoped to marry. Until Morgan rescues her from drowning, and they can’t deny the powerful and sensual spark between them.
A Rose for a Rogue: Not only is Eden Haverden the illegitimate offspring of his father’s arch enemy, she’s also the sister of the man who’d killed his brother. Why then, can’t Manchester, Marquis of Sterling, resist the powerful connection between them?
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 4-6. Settle into your favorite reading nook to binge read these heart-warming romantic adventures you can’t put down.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / RegencyBother and blast. Charitable intentions gone straight to Hades and scorched to ashes.
On all fours, Katrina Needham peered beneath the ugly-as-sin floral, chintz-covered couch, and in the process, snagged a hairpin on its braided edge. Several tendrils tugged loose, and an exasperated noise escaped her when the strands flopped across her forehead and eyes.
The sofa’s colors—somewhere between sickroom tosspot and stall muck—made her faintly nauseated. Or perhaps the potent fragrance hanging heavily in Miss Sweeting’s overly hot parlor triggered Katrina’s uncharacteristic queasiness.
A spicy-earthy scent permeated the stifling room, and, sweeping her hand behind the sofa, Katrina scrunched her nose in distaste.
Incense?
Yes, there atop the mantel beside an Oriental vase, unbelievably even more hideous than the couch. Heat-wilted blossoms sagged over the vase’s rim and drooped against each other in a futile effort to survive the ungodly temperature. Probably the revolting incense too. What could Miss Sweeting have been thinking? Surely she must have an inkling how unbearably warm and smelly the parlor was?
Most likely the incense was another exotic gift from the infamous Captain Dominic St. Monté. Despite his aged aunt’s adoration, Miss Sweeting’s privateer nephew would never claim sainthood, no indeed.
A seducing scoundrel? A well-earned title, most assuredly.
At least according to the not-entirely-disapproving whispered titters and wistful sighs Katrina had overheard at numerous le bon ton gatherings. One learned ever so many improper—and delicious—tidbits by listening and observing. Gentlemen either admired St. Monté’s prowess and daring, in and out of the boudoir, or disdained him as a reckless rakehell.
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