A Midsummer Night’s
Romance arrives on 5/18
for only 99¢!
(After May 25, 2021,
the price returns to $4.99 forever)
An Invitation
to the Ball…
By Fifteen of
Your Favorite Historical Romance Authors!
You are cordially invited to the most anticipated event of
the Season — Lord and Lady Whitwell’s annual ball! This year’s theme is the
most extravagant yet…A Midsummer Night’s Dream, filled with fairytale gardens
and fantastical costumes, sparkling champagne, and heartwarming romance.
Opportunities abound for secret trysts in the shadows of moonlit walks, mistaken identities, delicious unmaskings, and perhaps even a magical spell or two. But one thing is certain—fifteen pairs of hearts will never be the same again. Enjoy this collection of never-before-released novellas by your favorite historical romance authors:
Grace Burrowes, Erica Ridley, Ella Quinn,
Jennifer Ashley, May McGoldrick, Sabrina York,
Bronwen Evans, Jade Lee, Anna Harrington,
Madeline Martin, Elizabeth Essex, Eileen Dreyer,
Alyssa Alexander, Heather Snow, Gina Conkle
Links:
Amazon Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/Midsummer-Nights-Romance-Grace-Burrowes-ebook/dp/B088RMC47H/
B&N Nook: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-midsummer-nights-romance-grace-burrowes/1137050688?ean=2940162980964
Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/a-midsummer-night-s-romance
iBooks: https://books.apple.com/us/book/a-midsummer-nights-romance/id1514425055?ls=1
Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=ODHlDwAAQBAJ
Excerpt from One Enchanted Evening by Anna Harrington
“You call your husband by his title and never by anything
more endearing, which leads me to believe that there was no love between you.”
She started to argue, then changed her mind and sighed
heavily. “As I said,” she admitted, “it was a typical society marriage.”
He expected her to pull her hand away. Instead, she slowly
laced her fingers through his.
“It was a troubled marriage, in all aspects,” she
explained quietly, staring down the hill at Emmeline. Not because she was
worried about the little girl playing by herself, he knew, but because she
didn’t want her voice to carry on the breeze and risk Emmeline overhearing.
“Our parents wanted the match, and we had grown up as fond acquaintances. But
we never really loved each other beyond friendship.” She brought his hand into
her lap and focused her attention on it, tracing a fingertip over the lines of
his palm. “When I failed to give him a son and heir, it stopped being even
that. By the end, it was nearly unbearable.”
“You said he had a temper.” Acid covered his tongue as he
dared to ask, “Did he strike you and Emmeline?”
“Never.” Then more softly, her shoulders sinking, “There
are other ways to hurt people.”
He reached out to tuck a stray strand of chestnut hair
behind her ear. “Nora, please believe that—”
“And you?” The falsely bright smile she flashed at him
belied the pain he felt churning inside her. He wanted to dissolve away that
pain for her forever. “Why are you not married with a dozen or so children
running around?”
He laughed at the idea. “A dozen?”
“Or so.”
“God forbid!” Yet he answered, perhaps a bit too honestly,
“Who would want to marry me, a curmudgeonly businessman who hates parties,
soirees, the entire London season—everything unmarried women love? Or so I’ve
been told.” Repeatedly. By every other woman he’d ever called on…until Nora and
Emmeline entered his life. “Besides, I have Brutus to keep me company.”
She slid her gaze down the hill to the hound and frowned.
“What kind of dog is he, exactly?”
“Part poodle, part retriever, part…something.” He shrugged
a shoulder. “A mongrel like me.”
“You’re not at all like that. And I don’t think you’re
curmudgeonly either. You’re an incredibly fine man.” She paused, her lips
parting thoughtfully as she turned her head to study him. “You remind me of…”
Please God, don’t say your husband!
“Of a dessert my family’s French cook used to make when I
was a little girl.”
He blinked, surprised, then grimaced “Thank you.”
“A caramelized custard she called burnt cream. Crusty on
the outside—”
“Thank you,” he repeated dryly.
She gave a lilting laugh that hung on the air like music.
Then her smile faded as she lifted her hand to brush at the short hair at his
temple, her touch strangely both comforting and arousing.
“Yet soft and sweet on the inside.” She breathed out as
she caressed his cheek, her eyes falling to his mouth, “One that always left me
craving more.” She smiled a bit sadly. “Even though I knew it wasn’t good for
me.”
Before he could argue, she leaned forward and kissed him.
About Anna -
Anna fell in love with historical romances—and all those
dashing Regency heroes—while living in
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