BLURB.
Will
Rose and Hunter overcome their differences and embrace true love?
Rose
Woodcourt, a poor seamstress, is too proud to accept help, even when her home
and freedom are threatened by the nefarious Mr. Wolfe. Especially not from
Hunter Thorne, a titled gentleman far above her station. Earls only court
common misses for one reason, and Rose has no interest in being a wealthy man’s
mistress--however handsome and charming he may be.
Hunter
is an honorable man; he refuses to turn his back on the spirited beauty
regardless of how hard she pushes him away. As Mr. Wolfe’s threats evolve into
actions Rose has little choice but to turn to Hunter.
Can
the pair put an end to Wolfe’s nefarious deeds before Rose loses everything she
holds dear, including her freedom?
EXCERPT.
Hunter watched the sway of Miss Woodcourt’s hips as
she strolled ahead of him. The way those breeches hugged her curves begged for
his attention. He could not help but take note of her shapely legs, rounded
derriere, and the flair of her hips. For a split second, he contemplated
pulling her into his arms and ravishing her right there in the street.
The woman was off limits. An innocent, and he would
not tarnish her, especially when he knew they could never wed. He tore his gaze
from her luscious body, and tossed a glance at Sinclair, grateful his friend
walked in front of her. The thought of the viscount admiring her assets caused
his blood to heat. Pure madness, yet he seemed powerless to stop his reactions
to her.
A scowl marred Rose’s dirty face as she glanced back
at him. Hunter’s pulse sped at the sight of her displeasure. She must be miffed
over the way he had handled her. With a weak smile, he stepped past her and
reached for the door.
He did not care for the effect she had on him. The
sooner they got this over with, the better. He withdrew a small tool and began
to poke within the lock’s chamber.
“It refuses to budge. I need something longer.” He glanced
over his shoulder. Sinclair stood so close to Miss Woodcourt, their arms
touched. A ping of discomfort raced through him. Jealousy? He had to get away
from this woman before she drove him to Bedlam.
Rose removed her hat, ran a hand across her auburn
tresses, and pulled out a hatpin. “Try this.”
“Have you a history of breaking and entering?”
Sinclair teased her.
Hunter’s body heated in anger, pulse throbbing in
his neck. He did not want Sinclair teasing Miss Woodcourt, touching her, or
even standing close to her.
What was going on with him? She meant nothing to
him. He only helped because he was unable to ignore her plight. It was lust,
plain and simple. Once he returned her home, these feelings would cease. For
now, he needed to focus on gaining entry to Wolfe’s office.
Rose gave a quick smile and shook her head. “No, but
I knew I would need something if I wished to open the lock. My pin was all I
could think of.”
Hunter took the hatpin from her. His fingers tingled
where they brushed hers.
“See? I told you I would be of use.” She winked.
He raised a brow at her scandalous behavior before
turning back to the door. The woman was positively vexing. That she even
imagined breaking into Wolfe’s office angered him. Still, her calculated plan
was impressive.
Had he and Sinclair not had the same idea, she may
have pulled her mission off without incident. He had never known a woman who
would dare dream up such a thing, let alone attempted to carry it out, breeches
and all.
“It should do the trick.” Hunter pushed the pin in
the lock, wiggled it, and gave the pin a slight turn. The mechanism gave with a
click. He allowed the door to open a crack before he pulled the pin out.
“Sinclair, let us know if anyone comes.”
The viscount offered a nod before moving to the corner
of the building.
Miss Woodcourt held her hand out. “My hatpin,
please.”
Hunter put the pin in her palm before pushing the
door open farther. He stepped aside for her. “After you.”
She entered the office without a word, leaving a
trail of rose-scented air in her wake.
With a last glance at Sinclair, Hunter stepped into
the office and closed the door behind them. He took another step into the dark
space and suddenly her body was pressed against him. Instinctively, he wrapped
his arm around her and pulled her close.
Her soft form molded to him as if she were made to
fit against him. Still embracing her, he gently moved her to his side before
she could feel the effect she was having on him.
She pushed his arm away and stepped from his
embrace. “We need light.”
The cool night air quickly replaced the warmth of
her body. He scowled, already missing her closeness. Bloody hell. She would be
his undoing if he did not return her home posthaste.
Miss Rose Woodcourt is a seamstress, she lives with her grandmother. Her life would be fine if it wasn't for a certain Mr Wolfe who is doing everything in his power to force her to marry him. She has no idea just how much he has already done. Hunter Thorne, the Earl of Aubry has accompanied his sister to the seamstress. The unfortunate woman is being bullied. That is something Hunter can not allow. He will help her even if she doesn't want him to. Rose is just as suspicious of Hunter's motives. Lords do not waste time on ordinary misses.
Mr Wolfe is more dangerous than Hunter and Rose suspect. A lively, sweet romance with lovely characters.
Bestselling historical romance author Amanda Mariel
dreams of days gone by when life moved at a slower pace. She enjoys taking pen
to paper and exploring historical time periods through her imagination and the
written word. When she is not writing she can be found reading, crocheting,
traveling, practicing her photography skills, or spending time with her family.
Amanda lives along the Lake Huron shoreline in
northern Michigan with her husband and two kids. She holds a Master of Liberal
Arts Degree with a concentration in literature and has a long-standing love
affair with sugary junk food.
AMAZON.ESOnce Upon A Regency (English Edition)
