Sweet Regency Romance – Page 25

Parting Glass (Máiréad Nesbitt and Tim Janis)

Before the beginning of the story Hope at Dawn, Nicholas and Kathleen, the hero and heroine, were separated by her father and brother because they did not find Nicholas, a banker, to be good enough for the daughter of an earl. Now, Kathleen is returning to England from a tragic time away in Ireland.

Today’s excerpt is the beginning of a letter Nicholas gave to Kathleen before she left, begging her to wait for him. Despite having little hope, Nicholas has been waiting for her, but has he waited in vain?

Hope at Dawn is one of four sweet Regency novelettes in First Blooms and Second Chances: Nature’s Fury and Delights Anthology 2.

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Heartland (Celtic Thunder)

Because St. Patrick’s Day is celebrated in March, I thought that this month would be a good month to feature some Celtic music on Mondays.

I’m pairing today’s song with a story where the father of the hero surely would have cried out to be saved from the waters of the Irish Sea. Unfortunately, he was not. (That’s a sad note to start the month on isn’t it? Sorry. The song, however, is much more upbeat than this quote. So, there’s that. 🙂 )

At All Costs is book four and the conclusion of my Willow Hall series. The hero of this story, who lost his father at sea, is perhaps my most-favorite Bingley. Bingley is not the only gentleman who finds his happily ever after in this book. The colonel is also so fortunate. Bingley and Richard work together on a few things in this book.

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Good Manners Book Ad (c.1890)

This is a black and white clip art version of the image in the ad below. The ad is said to have been from 1890. I found both images on olddesignshop.com.

Rycroft drew in a deep breath and released it as Georgiana took his arm. She looked up at him with a brow raised and a scolding look. “Do not,” he said.

“Do not what?” She fluttered her lashes and smiled sweetly.

“You know very well, but since I must clarify, do not chide me. I know I have insulted her once again and must apologize, although I doubt she will forgive me.”

Georgiana hugged his arm tightly. “She will if you are sincere. Miss Mary is quite agreeable and sweet.”

[from No Other Choice]

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From the Ground Up (Dan + Shay)

Shall we begin the final Monday in February with the final Love Song of the month and an excerpt from one of my books?

I heard this song while wandering a grocery store aisle a week or so ago. I had not heard it for some time and had forgotten about it, actually. However, while choosing a bottle of salsa for my youngest son and singing along with the radio, I decided it would be a good song to share today.

Later, I listened to it again at home to pick a story to go with the song. The story that came to mind first was So Very Unexpected because that is a story where the hero stands next to the heroine and protects and guides her into their happily ever after. The hero also has a wonderful model of marriage to use as his guide — that of his mother and father.

In fact, the line below is spoken by Marcus’s father, who falls in love with the idea of having Lydia for his daughter.

Yes, this Lydia is a very different sort of Lydia, but then, when do I write standard-issue characters. 😉 LOL

So Very Unexpected, Lydia and Marcus’s story, is book three of my Pride and Prejudice variation series Willow Hall.

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House of Commons (Microcosm of London)

Microcosm of London Plate no. 021, House of Commons. Thomas Rowlandson (1756–1827) and Augustus Charles Pugin (1762–1832) (after) John Bluck (fl. 1791–1819), Joseph Constantine Stadler (fl. 1780–1812), Thomas Sutherland (1785–1838), J. Hill, and Harraden (aquatint engravers)[1], Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

“Do you truly love me?”

He held her face in his hands and looked into her eyes. This woman, who lay beneath him, whose hands had slid from his hair to rest on his jaw as a finger traced his ear, was all he wanted. Not a seat in parliament and definitely not some lady of the ton even if she had bags of money. “Yes, very much. Marry me.”

from Not an Heiress

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