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 Amanda Mariel and Rose Gordon.
At the rustle of a key turning in the lock, she let go of the map and turned in the chair to face the entrance. The door swung open and Jasper stared at her. She fought the urge to look away but, instead, met his gaze. It would not kill her to be amiable. Perchance it may even benefit her. “Thank you for sending me the change of clothes.”
“The ship’s gunner will mend your gown so you have it when you depart.”
“That is not necessary. Discard it.” She smiled at the surprise her words ignited in his ice blue eyes. Had he expected her to be vexed over her new wardrobe?
“As you wish.” He leaned his hip on the edge of the desk.
“Can you tell me where we are exactly?” She pointed to America on the map. “I would like to know how far I am from home.”
He glanced from her to the document. “You know how to read maps?”
“I am an educated woman, Captain.”
He chuckled. “I do not doubt it, and, as I told you previously, you have leave to call me Jasper when we’re alone.” A mild irritation laced his voice.
She nodded but had no intention of ever using his given name. The act was far too intimate. He was a pirate for God’s sake. She had no desire to befriend him. Pirates murdered her father and Louisa. She traced the puckered scar on his cheek with her gaze. Had he received any new injuries saving her?
Captain Blackmore murdered the pirates who captured her—avenged her father and rescued her. He risked his life in battle. Still, she could not allow herself to see him as more than the enemy, not even if she wished to.
“It has been my experience that women generally do not read maps. Who taught you?” He opened a drawer and retrieved a bottle of amber-colored liquid along with two glasses.
She watched as he poured some into a glass all the while attempting to decide whether she should answer his question. It would not do for a pirate to know she was a wealthy shipping company owner. She certainly could not allow him to discover that her company was without protection. He must not learn of her father’s death. If he did her company would be vulnerable to him and his crew.
Jasper offered her a glass. “Thirsty?”
“No.” She held up a hand in protest. “Thank you.”
He pressed the glass into her hand anyway. “Have a little. After the day you’ve had, I am sure you are parched. Besides, spirits are good for drowning one’s sorrows.”
She accepted and took a small sip. The liquor burned down her throat but she did not choke on it. “What is it?”
“Brandy. Have you never drank it before?”
“No. I have had watered down wine and champagne on occasion, but Papa never allowed me liquor. It is not proper for a lady to imbibe in stronger drinks, but then I do not suppose a pirate would care about propriety.” Emboldened, she took another sip before setting the glass aside. “Now answer my question. Where are we?”
Amanda Mariel ~ http://www.amandamariel.com/
England, Late March 1812
At seven-and-twenty Gareth Lambert, Lord Worthe had everything a man could possibly want. Money – thirty two thousand, six hundred fifty-seven pounds to be exact – and a vast estate: Castlemoor, which consequently was the seat of his earldom – which meant he also had a title.
Young, wealthy, titled.
Oh and handsome. (And perhaps a wee bit vain.) A full head of coal black hair, dark green eyes, olive complexion, high cheekbones, and a sharp, angular jaw. His physical looks were only part of his appeal. His clothes were of the height of fashion and always immaculate and pristine. Flawless.
Yes, indeed, Lord Worthe could be termed vain.
But in all fairness to himself, all men born of the aristocracy were vain and arrogant. His closest friend, Michael, Lord Holbrook, was no exception. In fact, if one were interested in a little secret about Holbrook, Gareth – and likely all of Holbrook’s relations and staff – would be quick to say that Holbrook’s arrogance and vanity went just a little further than Gareth’s. Somehow that rascal had reached six-and-twenty without a single blemish or crease upon his face. A fact he was quite proud of – and would soon lose if he continued frowning the way he was currently.
“What has you looking as if you’d just gotten a glimpse at the hangman’s noose?” Gareth asked, striding across Holbrook’s study toward the comfortable red settee by the window.
“Charlotte,” Holbrook answered raggedly.
Gareth nodded slowly and then made himself comfortable on Holbrook’s settee. The two had been friends for as long as Gareth could remember and had absolutely no semblance of ceremony where the other was concerned. Which was a blessed thing just now since Gareth was exhausted from a week of rising before the sun and returning home by lantern in an attempt to hunt foxes. “Is she coming out this year?” Not that he was too interested in Holbrook’s family life, but it felt rude not to at least ask.
“Yes.” Holbrook sighed and mindlessly spun the empty decanter in the middle of his oak desk. “She turned eighteen this past winter and has insisted she will have a season.”
“Take her to London, then,” Gareth said easily, crossing his ankles.
“It’s not as easy as just packing her into the carriage and making a ride to London.” Holbrook’s voice dripped with irritation, likely at Gareth’s easy tone.
“I do hope you’re blessed with the joy of a house full of daughters. Six of them at least before you get your heir.”
“As long as I get that heir.” He grinned. “Just think of all the fun I’ll get to have before he comes along.”
Holbrook snarled, making Gareth chuckle.
“It was you who cursed me with such a fate – I’m just merely poining out that it doesn’t sound as awful as you might think.”
“Until they turn into young ladies who demand Seasons and talk about nothing but marriage to someone you already hate.”
“If she already has a chap in mind, I think you’ve already solved your own problem.”
“She doesn’t.” Holbrook’s face turned to stone. “At least she’d better not.” Sighing, he said, “She informed me last night at dinner that if I don’t take her to London for a Season, she’ll be forced to marry Squire Blevins.”
“And what’s wrong with the squire?”
“Other than that he has no less than seventy years in his dish, has been made a widower thrice – in the past twenty years alone – and has more than thirty children ranging in age from three to fifty-three – half of which he’s already outlived – and the half who are still alive all live with him?”
“Yes, other than all of that.”
“He sounds perfect.”
Holbrook’s face grew dark. “This is not a time for jesting.”
Rose Gordon ~ http://www.rosegordon.net/