Autumn/Halloween Countdown Blitz 2019 – Day 11
Arabella Sheraton grew up on a diet of Jane Austen, the Bronte sisters, and many other writers of that period. From Jane Austen to Georgette Heyer, Arabella has found both enjoyment and inspiration in sparkling, witty Regency novels. She also loves history and generally finds the past more fascinating than the future. Arabella wrote her first Regency romance to entertain her aged mom who loved the genre. Arabella is honoured to share the adventures of her heroes and heroines with readers.
A sparkling traditional Regency romance to enchant fans.
When the young and handsome
Earl of Pennington discovers the inheritance from his great-uncle depends on
him marrying at midnight on the eve of his thirtieth birthday, he is irate.
Marriage is not part of his plan to save his impoverished estates. He crosses
paths unexpectedly with the beautiful Roxanne Chesney, who is fleeing from her
He offers her a contract: marriage for six months to help him
fulfil the conditions of his great-uncle’s will, enabling him secure his
inheritance. In return he will pay her a small fortune.
Can Roxanne resist this
offer? What about the revolting Edgar Doyle who forced her into a loveless
marriage that has not been consummated? Roxanne has escaped Edgar’s clutches,
but she wonders how long she will manage to evade him. The earl’s contract has
no strings attached. The offer is irresistible except for the fact that Roxanne
is already married!
Roxanne went upstairs later in the morning
to look in on Edgar. Reluctant though she felt to exchange even a word with
him, it was her duty as hostess to check his state of health.
He glared at her. “So, I expect you’ve come
He looked terrible. His face was unshaven,
his skin pasty and his eyes bloodshot.
“No, I haven’t,” she replied. “I’ve come to
see if you’re still alive and I hope that this mishap will dissuade you from
targeting the Pennington family.”
His eyes blazed and his lips tightened. “I
want my pound of flesh, milady, and you’re going to help me get it.”
Roxanne recoiled. “What are you talking
about? Your plans are over. Your attempt at robbery has failed.”
Edgar allowed a smirk to creep across his
face. “Think so? I’ve got news for you. This mishap, as you describe it, has
worked out perfectly for me.”
Roxanne took a deep breath, wondering when
she would ever be rid of the man. She felt ill and desperately wanted to run
out of the room and be sick just to get rid of the feeling, but she didn’t. She
forced the bile back down and sat looking composed and confident.