on March 13th 2017
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Six bestselling authors bring you Hearts of Courage, stories about heroes and heroines who overcome tragedy to find love.
100% of the proceeds from this set will be donated to benefit warriors wounded in military action!
The Perfect Lady Worthe by Rose Gordon
The last thing Jane Cavanaugh would ever expect is to be married—she is an invalid, after all—but that doesn’t mean she can’t help with her sister’s husband hunt! (Even if it is with a wee bit of reluctance. The last thing Gareth, Lord Worthe would ever want to do is to fall in love with his closest friend’s younger sister. But fate just might have something else in store for these two…
Out of the Darkness by Elizabeth Johns
Lt John Holdsworth, an injured veteran from Waterloo, is now steward for a large estate in Scotland. Catriona Craig is the adopted daughter of Lord Craig, whose only interests lie in growing herbs and healing people. Can two unlikely friends find healing together? Can he overcome the shadows of his past and accept her love?
Scandalized by a Scoundrel (All's Fair in Love Book 2) by Erin Knightley
Amelia has plenty of reasons to distrust strangers, and the broad-shouldered, devilishly handsome viscount deserves no exception. But when the former army officer challenges her to lay down her weapon and learn to fight in a new way, she finds herself capitulating. They’re as incompatible as water and gunpowder, so why is she suddenly looking forward to the thought of being . . . Scandalized by a Scoundrel?
Captivated by the Captain (Fabled Love Book 2) by Amanda Mariel
What happens when an American heiress to a shipping company crosses paths with a pirate? Can two people whose life paths are at odds find common ground?
For The Love Of A Widow by Christina McKnight
After years following her husband as he fought against Napoleon’s troops, Lady Lettie Hughes returns to London a widow to take her place as the daughter of an Earl. Can she fight through the nightmares that plague her to find love with the man she jilted six years before?
A Match Made In Duty by Meara Platt
When the Earl of Exmoor agrees to marry Sophie as a favor to her dying brother, he never expects that this match made in duty will be the cure for his broken and battle-scarred heart.
We are very excited to bring you a five day event featuring stories from six wonderful authors.
Rose Gordon, Elizabeth Johns, Erin Knightly, Amanda Mariel, Christina McKnight and Meara Platt.
Each day we will highlight one or two of the stories.
Join us today as we visit with Erin Knightly.
For a man with a pistol pointed at his chest, the trespasser seemed rather disconcertingly unconcerned.
Amelia Watson adjusted her grip on her weapon and repeated her question. “What business have you on my father’s lands, sir?” She didn’t waver at all, instead holding steady and true on her target. Her exceptionally broad target. The man’s chest was nearly as wide as his patronizing smile.
“If these lands are your father’s, then clearly I have taken a wrong turn.” He tilted his head, his dark gaze raking over her from the lacy bottom of her dainty pink morning gown to the top of her beribboned straw bonnet before landing again on the pistol in her outstretched hand. “I must say, you make for a very unique welcoming committee for poor, lost souls who have unwittingly wandered across property lines.”
What kind of accent was that, anyway? Yes, he spoke the King’s English, but there was a flavor to it that she didn’t quite recognize. Not Scottish or Irish, but definitely something. His looks gave no hint to what it might be. His eyes were nearly the same color as his hair, both dark and shining in the morning sun. Based on his tanned skin, she’d wager he spent quite a bit of time in the elements.
His light gray wool jacket fit well enough but certainly wasn’t of the best quality. Nor were his boots, which were clean and polished but obviously well-worn. Stubble shadowed his cheeks, as though he’d gone a day or two without the benefit of a razor. Even so, his eyes seemed intelligent, his posture proud. He didn’t look like a man who was looking for trouble, but she couldn’t be sure.
And really, what did a villain look like? According to Papa, half the members of parliament were criminals.
Grateful for the solid weight of the pistol’s brass grip, she lifted her chin. “There are poor, lost souls, and there are those up to no good. Speak now as to your purpose here before I make up my own mind and act accordingly.”
She was careful to control her breathing, not giving away the fact that her heart was pounding like a runaway horse. It had been since the moment he appeared from the copse of trees lining her favorite path. Perhaps she should have listened to Papa’s warning not to go walking unaccompanied. Although, to be fair, he had issued the same warning, for as long as she could remember, every time she stepped foot outside the house.
The man lifted an eyebrow, everything about him showing a complete lack of worry regarding her and her flintlock. “You are aware there is a wedding this week on your neighbor’s estate?”
Heat that had nothing to do with the late-summer sun stole up her cheeks. Of course…the wedding. Eleanor had invited her weeks ago, but Amelia hadn’t even thought about the fact that guests were sure to be arriving early.
Although… She narrowed her eyes speculatively at the handsome intruder. Most everyone in the area knew about the coming nuptials, so it was possible he was merely using the event as an excuse. “I am indeed aware—as is nearly everyone else in a twenty-five-mile radius. Do you have some sort of proof that you are a guest?”
One corner of his mouth quirked up. “Of course. Here, let me just fish my engraved invitation from my coat pocket, where I keep it for just such an occasion as this.” He made no move toward his jacket, not that she expected it. He was clearly mocking her.
She glared at him, unamused. “Fine, then be off with you. Do not return, sir, or you will find me somewhat less hospitable.”
His brows lifted halfway up his forehead. “Less hospitable? Shall I be drawn and quartered then?”
The gun grew increasingly heavy in her hand, but she refused to back down. She didn’t know this man from Adam, and his flippant attitude put her on edge. “If you’re lucky.”
He chuckled softly and tipped his hat. “Very well. I can take a hint. Good day, Miss Watson.”
Her eyes widened at the mention of her name. “Wait,” she exclaimed, stopping him mid-turn. Dropping the gun to her side, she peered at him with renewed interest. “How did you know my name?”
One single brow lifted as he tilted his head. “I don’t imagine there are many pistol-wielding, beautiful young women in these parts.” He tapped his forehead. “Deductive reasoning.”
With that, he turned and walked away, leaving her hot-cheeked and stunned. A moment later, a slow, reluctant smile came to her lips. Apparently her reputation preceded her. She stuffed the pistol back into the deep pocket at her hip where she always carried it and set off for the house.
It would seem a visit to her neighbor’s estate had just been added to her agenda.
Erin Knightley ~ http://www.erinknightley.com/