As the 200th anniversary of the Battle of Waterloo approaches, many Regency authors have contributed their vision of how many men and women survived that victory by the Allies, led by Wellington, and the defeat by Napoleon Bonaparte and his forces.
I have joined a fabulous group of 5 other Regency authors to bring you a 99cent box set collection of original novels. All reflect how men in uniform and the woman they loved reacted to what was at that time, the greatest war—and the longest one.
The Incomparables: 6 Heroes of Waterloo and the 6 Ladies They Adore
This limited edition box set includes 6 scorching romances that commemorate the 200th anniversary of the June 18, 1815 Battle of Waterloo.
From the Duchess of Richmond’s ball in Brussels to the Battle of Waterloo and beyond, join these six unforgettable heroes as they journey back from the physical and emotional trials of war and discover the passion that thrills the body can also heal the heart.
Emma wants only an interlude with the man she’s adored for years. But
Drayton Worth has spent five years riddled with guilt for hurting her—and he’s
determined to have more than a few nights in her bed.
Daniel Sinclair is a broken man with war wounds that are
physical and spiritual. He’s weighed down by grief and guilt and tormented by
his tarnished honor. When he meets Fia Lennox, a beautiful and brave Highland
lass in dire need of his protection, he sees in her his chance for
redemption…or utter damnation. Because despite his valiant attempts to resist her,
Love After Waterloo by Suzi Love When Lady Melton and her son join Captain
Belling and the last wounded soldiers evacuating from Waterloo to London, she
expects clashes with army deserters but doesn’t anticipate how falling in love
with the antagonistic captain will change her life.
Paul “Lucky” Sherstone daren’t even let
his wife too close because of his headaches and the living nightmares he can’t
dispel. Hetty hardly knows the man who comes back from war, but one thing she
does know—she still wants him.
A man who is determined to fulfill his duty at the expense of his own
happiness, a woman who wants only one taste of true passion, and a case of
mistaken identity. Can Captain Edward Hathaway and Grace Kent overcome the
guilt that continues to haunt them both and find true love?
Captain Roarke Wooldridge is about to find out that sometimes love does
heal all wounds.But when his need for revenge collides with desires he never
believed he would feel again, will he be able to put aside the scars of
Waterloo to embrace his future?
Paige Barber needs a vacation.
She can’t resist her best friend’s offer of a remote vacation home on a private
Caribbean island. Jimmy, the sexy pool boy, is part and parcel with the offer.
But recently dumped Paige has no intention of taking advantage of that
amenity…until she sets eyes on Jimmy. He’s not a boy at all, but the sexiest
man Paige has ever met.
he can cook. Oh, man, can he cook!
She thinks it will be easy
returning to the real world after an utterly wanton and sensuous week in the
arms of a hot, hard, perfect man. But it’s not. It’s not easy at all.
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was quiet and shadowed as I padded back to the pool. I didn’t see any sign of
Jimmy, which was just as well. My dreams had been filled with him; he’d haunted
every crevice of my sleep. I felt like I’d been steeped in him, reliving every
touch, every glance, every fantasy.
dreams clung to my consciousness, as dreams sometimes do, stoking a hunger I
hadn’t even realized I had.
kind of joking when I’d invited Jimmy to my room, but in truth, it hadn’t been
a joke at all. I wanted him. Really wanted him. Needed him, maybe.
oblivion a wild, steamy, pointless affair could provide.
ached after Harlan’s betrayal, but it was more than that. It was more than
assuaging a hit to my self-esteem.
in a way I’d never wanted a man before.
was the isolation. Maybe it was the magnificent surroundings. Maybe it was
simply the fact that he was hotter than hot. Certainly hotter than Harlan with
his bad-boy-biker persona, his bull ring. His tattoos. Nothing about him had been real in the end. Nothing
about us had been either.
lights strung around Marlee’s patio glowed as they bobbed in the breeze. The
waters of the hot tub steamed a warm welcome, bathed in a surreal blue that
shone like a beacon in the gathering night.
my towel on a lounge chair and stepped in. And hissed.
lapped at me. I sank, allowing the water to consume me slowly. My skin shivered
as I eased deeper, all the way to my neck. I turned around and leaned against
one of the benches formed in the tile and closed my eyes.
Marlee. And I owed her big time.
was, indeed, heaven on earth. And Jimmy… Well, the jury was still out on that
one. Marlee had been frank. “Paige,”
she’d said. “You need to get laid. And
trust me, if anyone can help you forget about that douchebag Harlan Rivers,
it’s my Jimmy.” I tried not to let it bug me that she’d put it that way. My Jimmy. Not that I had any ownership of him. Not that I wanted it.
wasn’t used to sharing men with my best friend.
the ripple of his pec beneath my palm, I nibbled my lip.
probably get over it…
my eyes at the deep voice, at the question tinged with a throb.
stuttered. My breath caught.
Standing there next to the hot tub, wearing nothing but a tight black Speedo.
Everything I had imagined under his casual clothes, everything I had hoped for,
was there. Thick muscles roping his chest and forearms, thighs like tree
trunks, a flat, taut belly, sculpted abs and a tantalizing dark line arrowing
toward a magnificent bulge.
swallowed my tongue.
I’d been ogling. “Yes. Please. Come on in. The water’s fine.”
lame. Cliché. But there you go. It was the best I could come up with. My brain,
apparently, was on vacation as well.
rose as he eased in. His groan echoed off the shadows. He’d taken off his
glasses so I had an unfettered view of his face. When his eyes closed, in that
moment of bliss as the water enveloped him, when his lips parted…I thought,
perhaps, that was what his O-face would look like.
were like monkeys when their crisis descended. Which was why I rarely looked. I
was possessed of the sharp, sudden urge to see Jimmy in ecstasy. To watch him
so sudden. But definitely sharp.
sat across from me, the hot tub wasn’t too big, and his foot nudged mine. I
didn’t jerk away, though my first inclination was to do just that. I reminded
myself that any advance had to come from him. Jimmy was Marlee’s pool boy, not
a sex slave. And if he wasn’t interested—I ignored the dark dip of my mood at
the thought—that would be that.
his foot grazed mine, I steeled my spine and left it there. Next to his.
tangled. His toe slipped up my ankle, a tentative foray. A fluttery thrill, an
unexpected shower of arousal, trickled through me.
on me intensified, though it flicked, for a fraction of an instant, to my
breasts. They bobbed in the water, as breasts often did, buoyed and jubilant to
be released from the bondage of gravity. He licked his lips. My nipples pebbled
as I imagined his mouth on them.
narrowed then raked their way back to my face. “How-how did you sleep?”
Was it my
imagination or was he struggling for words? As though casual talk had no place
between us, but he needed the lubricant.
thought of lubricant, and what we could do with it, flashed through my brain.
Fizzled there, incinerating all other preoccupations.
rough growl. “The room was to your liking?”
The word bed made me shudder. Maybe it was just
the way he said it, infusing it with meaning, intent.
it was simply the fact that he’d slipped nearer.
shifted and brought his scent to me on wispy tendrils. That intoxicating bite
of his cologne made my head spin.
you…hungry?” His voice rumbled, thrummed with double entendre.
food.” A whisper. I barely choked it out. Because he’d come close, and closer still.
“But first… Rules.”
primly. Best to just get this out. I held up a finger. “One. Always use
He stared at me like a deer in the headlights. Seriously? Had he not known it
was going this way? Had he not suspected?
Or was he
I kind of
liked that. I kind of liked the fantasy that he didn’t screw Marlee and every
one of the friends she sent to him.
his throat and nodded. “Okay. Protection.” He swallowed. “Any other rules?”
one.” It had to be said. “No talking about Marlee.”
features froze. His lips opened and closed. “No, ah, talking about Marlee?”
I pushed off, floated into his arms. He caught me. His hands skated over my wet
skin reverently, sending ripples in his wake. “I don’t want anything between
us, Jimmy. Not anything at all.”
He yanked me close. It was a shock, the feel of him so hard and rough against
my body, but a delightful one.
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Guilded doors at the entrance to the Chapel of San Louis at Les Invalides
where Napoleon is buried in the crypt.
At age 51, Napoleon Bonaparte died May 5, 1821 on St. Helena thousands of miles from the country he loved and led for nearly two decades. Exiled by a coalition of his foes, the former French emperor died alone. His first wife, Josephine had passed away more than two years before, ironically on the day that he set foot on Elba, the island that was his first exiled home. His second wife, Empress Maria Louisa was not at his side. Nor was his son, the King of Rome, Napoléon François Charles Joseph Bonaparte, a child of ten. Though Napoleon died in 1821, his body was not returned to France at his death. In 1821, Louis XVIII, a Bourbon and brother to guillotined Louis XVI, sat the throne, restored to his power by the Allies who had defeated Napoleon in April 1814 and then again at Waterloo in June 18, 1815.
He was buried under a tree on St. Helena. There he awaited a change in politics in his native country. Torn by political upheavals with death of Louis XVIII, the ascension of his brother Charles X, and that man's abdication, then the naming of another Bourbon, Louis-Phillippe to the crown of France, there was much uncertainty in the country. Only as Louis-Phillippe reigned in a passive manner did the consideration of returning Napoleon's body to France become a viable issue for debate. December 15, 1840 Napoleon's body arrived in Paris after a sea voyage from St. Helena. With an elaborate plan for a funeral, his body arrived at Le Havre and his coffin placed on a funeral car drawn by 16 black horses, followed by his imperial eagles veiled in crepe. His coffin traveled through Paris, beneath the Arc de Triumph and an estimated one million people greeted its arrival, shouting, "Vive mon grand Napoleon."
The heat between them burns red hot…until danger turns it white.
Welcome back to Saddle Wells, that little Texas town that seems to
be a hotbed of hot sex. Where else can you find so many Naked Cowboys and the
women who love them. This time it's a Dallas cop who is burned out on the job
and hiding from a drug cartel leader and the weary vet from Afghanistan who takes
her to bed and vows to protect her.
Naked Cowboys, Book 6
Release date: May 7
Now up for preorder
Vance dropped into the chair at her desk, leaned back and ran her hands through
her short cap of dark curls. The day had been especially grueling. Testifying
in court always made her edgy, but today was especially more so. The takedown
of the drug dealer, the gunfight that had erupted that night and the constant
tension in the courtroom had all combined to give her the mother of all
headaches. Not that every trial didn’t have its own strain, but Paco Morales
was truly a power-hungry psycho who didn’t take kindly to having that power
disrupted. While she answered the questions from both the district attorney and
the defense attorney, she’d called on every bit of self-discipline to be able
to look directly at him.
threats shouted at her as she stepped down from the witness stand still echoed
in her ears as she’d left the building and driven back to the police department
offices. Hard as she tried, she couldn’t erase Paco Morales’s shouts from her
“I’ll get you, bitch. Prison won’t stop me. My crew will find you
wherever you go.”
hadn’t felt the tension ease up until she’d reached the comfort of the bullpen
at the Dallas Police Department. In ten years with the police department, she’d
faced a lot of down and dirty, hostile criminals, but none had actually
frightened her the way Morales did. Maybe part of it was just exhaustion with
the job. The Morales task-force project had been long, intensive and draining.
She felt as if every bit of energy had seeped from her body and left her limp
needed to make some decisions about her future life before the events in this
one killed her altogether.
thinking about Morales?”
gravelly voice interrupted her thoughts. Charity opened her eyes to see Milo
Stanton, her lieutenant, standing beside her desk. Tall and heavy set, he looked
like the former boxer she’d discovered he’d once been. His jacket was off as
usual, his shirtsleeves rolled up and his tie askew. He looked the way he
always did, as if he’d pulled an all-nighter and carried the weight of the
world on his shoulders. But he also projected a stability that had kept her
grounded since she’d joined his squad. The enormous, solid presence had settled
her and given her comfort more than once.
gaze dropped to the large Starbucks coffee he had the fingers of one large hand
bless you, bless you.” She took the cup, lifted the lid and inhaled. Her
favorite. Mocha latte topped with whipped cream. She licked the frothy topping
before taking a slow sip. “Heaven. Sheer heaven.”
than the mud we serve here,” Stanton agreed. “I figured you’d need it by now.
Helen called to tell me she was on her way back from her interview, so I asked
her to stop and get it.”
to her too.” Charity took another sip, the delicious mocha latte warming her
system and easing her frayed nerves.
has it the trial was a real pisser.” Stanton hiked a hip onto the corner of her
desk. “I heard Paco was pretty vocal with his threats after your testimony.”
could definitely say that.” She shrugged. “Nothing I haven’t heard before
to me.” Stanton locked his gaze with hers. “He’s no one to ignore. His crew is
the most vicious of any drug gang in Dallas County, and they have strong ties
to a cartel in Mexico.”
know, I know. That’s why the task force worked so hard to tie him up tight.”
you did good work on that task force too. I got great feedback on your
had been one of two detectives from the Dallas PD assigned to work with the
Drug Enforcement Agency to take down the Morales crew and follow the links to
LT. It was an excellent group to work with.”
thought about assigning some protection to you until the trial is over and
Morales is out of the area. He’s got the word out on the street that you’re a
glared at him. “No. And, no. I mean, no.”
a police officer. You’re going to assign another officer to protect me? We have
too many crimes that need solving.”
I don’t want your murder to be one of them.” Stanton studied her for a long
moment. “There’s another option. You might consider taking some time off until
that scum is safely locked away for good. Fully paid, of course. But I do
believe you’d be better off out of town for a while.”