I am so glad I discovered Christi Caldwell last year and she is fast becoming one of my favourite authors with her charming, tender love stories. Always a Rogue, Forever Her Love is easily read as a standalone but I can definitely recommend the first three books in this series.Despite his roguish...
As a young girl she’d attributed her nursemaid’s lamentations to, well, meanness. At eight and ten years of age when Gemma had made her Come Out, however, the finding had been unequivocally handed down by the ton. She was ugly. Or, that is what had been decided and written with regular frequency ...
His valet helped him ready into his evening attire for a night out in a ritual that was everything predictable and familiar. And yet, nothing, all at the same time, was familiar. As such, he needed to regain control of his rapidly careening out of control world. His gaze caught the smooth glass a...
A roaring fire blazed within the grates, and warmed him. He braced for the not unexpected question. “Your children need a mother, Weston.” Ah, there it was. His sister, Amanda Callaway, the Viscountess Merewether usually wasted little time with her needling. Her visits usu...
He’d never been a rogue. Nor had he aspired to the reputation. And yet, he’d kissed Philippa in the middle of Hyde Park without fear or worry of passersby. In doing so, he’d subjected the lady to possible whispers and attentions. He gripped the glass hard as Lord Montfort’s cynical eyes slid into...
She fiddled with her reticule. At any other moment, and any other time before, an eager excitement would have consumed her every thought so all she might think about was this trip she now made. You’d go to Wales to be closer to your Vikings, instead of spreading your wings and daring to dream…you...
Book 6 in the “Heart of a Duke” Series by Christi Caldwell Ruthless, wicked, and dark, the Marquess of Rutland rouses terror in the breast of ladies and nobleman alike. All Edmund wants in life is power. After he was publically humiliated by his one love Lady Margaret, he vowed vengeance, using M...
4th Viscount Redbrooke ~10~ The following morning, Geoffrey rose and dressed, with his resolve to court and wed Lady Beatrice strengthened. He’d already focused enough of his too important time upon the unsuitable Miss Stone. Determination fueled his strides as he marched up the front steps of th...
Thick grey clouds blanketed the sky, portending a future storm. Her lips twisted with bitterness. Figuratively and literally. “Come away from that window, Hermione Rogers,” her aunt snapped from over her shoulder. “We do not need the duke arriving and observing your eagern...
The actions of a rogue, and yet, not.Her eyes snagged upon a verse and she fixed on those apropos words.Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boist’rous; and it pricks like thorn.Last evening, he’d positioned himself at her side, weathering the gossip as she and her sister and he...
By the afternoon, he sucked in a final, labored, gasping breath and then slipped into the next world. Shortly thereafter, the funeral furnisher employed by Palmer in anticipation of the viscount’s passing, arrived to set the formal burial plans into motion.With the day gone, ushered in by the bla...
Book 3 in the Scandalous Seasons Series Geoffrey Winters, Viscount Redbrooke was not always the hard, unrelenting lord driven by propriety. After a tragic mistake, he resolved to honor his responsibility to the Redbrooke line and live a life, free of scandal. Knowing his duty is to wed a proper, ...
It did not escape his notice how Mallen failed to rise when Drake entered the room. Nor did the stoic man offer any greeting. Instead, he watched Drake with a hawk-like intensity, as if he feared Drake were a thief from the Seven Dials with intentions of absconding with the family jewels. &...
Her tears trickled through the hair matting his chest. Derek fluttered a hand about her back. He’d been so alone in the world, he’d long ago ceased to believe there was another soul who could bear to be in the same room as him, let alone press their flawless body to his scarred one in this most i...
According to Aunt Dorothea, Marcus hadn’t come to her small dinner gathering in five years. Pain twisted in Eleanor’s belly. By that small detail and the fury in his eyes just yesterday afternoon, she gathered he’d not forgiven her flight. In his mind, she was likely the traitorous, capricious cr...
Taking care to keep his facial expression flat, he finally tossed down his hand of cards and shoved his seat back. “I know when to cut my losses. I bid you good evening, gentlemen.” He didn’t wait to hear the murmured responses as he collected his winnings, his hand hoveri...
How could she have been so very foolish as to believe there was anything warm, good, or kind about Gabriel, the Marquess of Waverly? The memory of that blasted kiss had thrown her logic into disarray. It had forced her to see past the curt, condescending lord to the man. In that, she’d seen warmt...
and her ill-behaved dog wrought havoc upon a riding path at Hyde Park, nearly unseating the respectable, Earl of W. ~8~ From within the overly warm, crowded ballroom, the orchestra thrummed the opening strands of a quadrille. Christopher curled his mouth around the flute o...
Her sister’s regret, her mother’s shame, tangible and painful, ravaged her conscience. And yet, for the life’s worth of bad decisions she’d made where Harry, was concerned, she’d do nothing differently. She loved him. Loved him with a hopeless, helpless passion that defied logic and reason and ba...
She shoved aside such silly musings as Jasper carried her over to his wide, four-poster bed, and deposited her amidst the center of the soft, feather mattress.A little grunt escaped her at the unexpectedness of the movement.She shoved herself up on her elbows and eyed her husband.Jasper shrugged ...
Her height made it easier to find her friends, or in this case the Marquess of St. James. She had it on good authority that the marquess would be present and so she, or rather, Mother, had managed to secure an invitation to Lord and Lady Havendale’s ball. Two days had pass...