Title: Rebel Lords of London – Boxed Set
Author: Kathy L Wheeler
Genre: Regency Romantic Suspense
Book Blurb:
Six Rebel Lords and the courageous women who capture their hearts.
The Earl's Error: Marriage in Trouble
He never expected to fall in love with his wife.Now, he cannot lose her.
The Marquis's Misstep: Second Chance for Love, Redemption
Even a rebel scoundrel can be a hero.
The 7th Son: Enemies to Lovers
He's slated for Bedlam by his 33rd birthday if he can't break the curse placed on him 200 years before. He's down to two days in this enemies-to-lovers tale.
The Viscount's Vendetta: Marriage of Convenience
Going mad shouldn’t feel so right…
The Duke's Detour: Forced Proximity
How long can a man of structure ignore a hoyden who unleashes fires long suppressed he didn’t know he possessed?
Captivated By His Countess: Forced Marriage
His work as a dangerous spy is nothing compared to the antics of his bride...
Excerpt:
The Earl’s Error
“Dammit, Lorelei. Don’t. Don’t run from me.” He took the stairs two at a time. Reached the top as she turned down the hall of the wing where their chambers nestled side by side. He should never have allowed her a separate room. At the end of the hall, her hand twisted the knob on her door. “I’ll pay you,” he blurted. She stopped but didn’t turn. “One thousand pounds if... if you can manage a fortnight. Just until—” Until what?
The tightness in his gut registered as fear. Fear he’d never gain ground. But he had the advantage. Lorelei had nothing. She’d had no dowry.
The Marquis’s Misstep
“Ladies.” Brock’s grace rivaled Lorelei’s, Ginny thought, not without a smidge of envy. She averted her eyes but could feel his gaze, a green that was the exact shade of her dress, flaying her skin. “Lady Maudsley, how lovely to see you out and about. Perhaps you would do me the honor of taking a turnabout the room?”
Lorelei and Maeve were on their feet in an instant. “Do excuse us, Lady Maudsley. Lord Brockway.”
Well, that was subtle. Seeing no other choice, Ginny took Brock’s outstretched hand and rose.
With his trademark arrogance, he placed her left hand—gently, she noted—in the crook of his arm and guided them toward a set of open French doors. One thing a person could count on from Brock was his analytical mind and excellent memory. His was a methodical approach to life.
The 7th Son
A prickle of heat crawled up through his chest, whispered over his arms, and down his spine, rendering him immobile.
A string of withering insults that bordered on defamatory over the course of her bourgeoning career seared his brain like a bad tattoo indelibly inked onto his forehead, every ounce of his aristocratic heritage deserting him as he swallowed his growl of frustration before it erupted in the form of an ancient warrior cry on the attack.
Artist Lover’s Digest, January 2016: The art world is being turned on its head. The reason? Jess Aldis’s works depict a period in history most Europeans would dearly love to leave behind. Subjects of slavery and murder dominate each and every watercolor. One must wonder why he has not seen fit to offer anything more creative than images seen and done time and again. I’ve yet to experience the depth of color needed to bring, dare I say, Art to life… Does the man have any modicum of talent? Perhaps an ability to tap into an inner eye? If you run across an Aldis, I suggest you keep running. On the other hand, S. C. Beck splashes the world with her abstracts’ brightness. They are worth their exorbitant prices... Peyton McKenzie
The Viscount’ s Vendetta
His avenging angel moved like a ghost, tying it in place. A sharp gust of cold air hit his face. This was not his normal dragon, though she somehow appeared the part.
“Is that better, my lord?” Her voice… was smoother than smuggled French brandy.
“Much,” he squeezed out through the rusted confines of his throat. He watched through hooded lids as she moved quietly back around the end of the bed. He couldn’t tear his attention away from that hair. He would swear it would singe the palms of his hand upon touch.
She put a hand to her head, a slight smile curving full lips. “Frightful, isn’t it? Outside of a henna rinse on a regular basis, I’m afraid there’s nothing to do about it, much to my mother’s dismay. And frankly, my hair does serve its purposes in keeping away some of the more determined libertines.”
The Duke’s Detour
His mouth fell open. “You mean you want him to think bad of you?”
“It will make things easier. For all of us.” She couldn’t very well explain the ridiculous yearning she’d felt toward him since she was a girl. The very thought was unbearable.
“What happened?” the nosy Oliver asked.
“Just a little incident during my come-out season. I have no intention of sharing such a story with a child. All you need know is that there is no cause for reminding anyone of the unfortunate incident.” She shook her head.
“He ruined you, didn’t he?”
“What the devil do you know about—” Exasperation threatened her mild temperament. “Of course not. Never you mind. But I would like for you to call me “Miss” Thatcher rather than “Lady” Rebecca.”
“You mean like a governess or a tutor or something?”
She beamed. “What an excellent idea. Miss Thatcher, your governess. Do you think you can do that? It would benefit me, er, us greatly.”
“It’ll cost you,” Oliver said.
She narrowed her eyes on him. This was one moment in which she was glad Owen did not speak. She bent down to Oliver’s eye level. “And, exactly, what will it cost me?”
Captivated By His Countess – 2023 Winner of NN Light Haven’s Book Regency Romance category.
James reached the darkened portion of the hall not far from his own box and came full stop, eyes narrowing.
The beauty appeared from the hall behind her. He had just enough time to step back and out of her line of sight. Her gown of deep maroon blended nicely within the shadows. It was the expanse of bosom that shined glaringly in the low light that set his blood afire. Her dark hair was drawn up and back with fashionable curls draping over her shoulder. No question, he was married to one of the most beautiful women of the ton. Gabriella glanced in his direction but apparently didn’t see him, then slipped behind the curtains of his own box. “What mischief are you up to, my devious little darling?” he said in a low voice. His words caught the attention of the nearest candle-tenderer.
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Author Biography:
Kathy L Wheeler writes historical and contemporary romance and has hit the Amazon Best Seller list several times over. In the face of danger, her heroines save themselves, their heroes just need to be there to catch them… after the fact.
Her many passions include the NFL, Musical Theater, travel (for example: she once spent twenty-one days going from Oklahoma City to San Francisco and back through Utah to Colorado. When her husband called to ask if she was coming home anytime soon, she let out a sigh then headed back home). Oh, and … karaoke.
Main sources of inspiration? Yes, well, they come mostly from an over-active imagination. She currently resides in the Pacific Northwest with her musically talented husband, Al, and their adorable dog, Angel who lives up to her name—mostly.
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