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 abusive husband.
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!
The candlelight cast a soft glow in the room and imbued the bride with an ethereal radiance. Mr. Lobb had a faint sense that the proceedings were slightly irregular. He could not remember anyone performing a marriage ceremony at midnight before. It smacked of the exotic, something he had never been encouraged to consider. However, the appearance of Roxanne, a vision in ivory silk and lace rendered, the scene romantic rather than sinister.
Mr. Lobb was even more agitated than ever since brides in the village were never as beautiful as the dream of loveliness that Roxanne presented. He gulped several times, and his large Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he found himself temporarily speechless. Roxanne shook hands with him, and he gasped and wheezed before managing a strangled “Good evening.” The worldly thought that the Earl of Pennington was to be envied in his choice of
bride sneaked into the back of his mind, and he uttered a small sigh of rapture. Mrs. Dawson and Gregson attended in the capacity of witnesses. Rufus had been banished to the stables, but the howling that emitted from behind the doors was so awful that Julian had relented at last on the condition of good behaviour. The hound lay in front of the fire, his nose on his paws, behaving impeccably.