THE INCOMPARABLES: 6 Heroes of Waterloo and the 6 Ladies They Adore is a collection like no other!
Tarnished Honor By Sabrina York
One of six amazing novels in a landmark collection honoring
the heroes of Waterloo and the ladies they love!
The Incomparables
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.
Coming June 18th from bestselling and award winning
historical romance authors Cerise DeLand, Sabrina York, Suzi Love, Lynne Connolly, Suzanna Mederios and Dominique Eastwick,
The Stories in the Set:
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, he cannot.
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.
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?
Daniel Sinclair is
a broken man with wounds that are physical and spiritual. He’s weighed down by
grief and guilt that he could not save his friend, Graeme Lennox, and is
convinced that a French lance left him less than a man. He has no prospects.
Nothing left but his tarnished honor. But then he meets a vexing boy who makes
him question even that.
Fia
Lennox’s world turned on its end with her brother’s death. She’s gone in one
fell swoop from lady to servant…to a woman on the run. The world is a dangerous
place for a woman alone—even when she is masquerading as a boy—so when she
meets up with a strong, valiant ex-cavalryman, she decides to become his
traveling companion. Whether he likes it or not.
Battling
villains, would-be-friends and their own finely-forged battlements, Fia
and Daniel rush toward their destiny, a scorching passion and,
hopefully, redemption. Can love conquer all? Even the ghosts of the past?
Read an excerpt of Tarnished Honor:
Glorious.
There was no other word for
it. Simply glorious.
Daniel tipped his face up
to the sky and grinned. The sun was shining and the breeze was mild. The sky
was blue and tufted with fat white clouds. It was a lovely day to travel—it
could have been raining, could have been cold. But since he’d set out from
London, on this lengthy journey to Inverness, each day had been prettier than
the last.
His mood had improved too.
He was swamped with the conviction that he’d done the right thing, leaving his
haven. As much as he appreciated his position at the club, he’d allowed himself
to sink into it, into the rut of it. He’d allowed himself to wallow in his
woes.
There was no wallowing on
the road; there simply wasn’t time for it.
It was energizing to be
traveling again, invigorating to be out in the world, breathing fresh air and going somewhere. He enjoyed the
solitude, the quiet, the absence of need to make conversation.
That left him alone with
his thoughts, his regrets, his guilt, but such specters had haunted him for so
long, they were like old companions. He wouldn’t know who he was without them.
Aye. This was far more
healing than any medicine—the power of his mount between his thighs, the kiss
of warmth on his face, the movement. Surprisingly, his leg hardly pained him at
all, except when he moved suddenly. In fact, it even felt better after several
days of riding. He hadn’t fallen off his horse once.
Hunnam was in good form as
well. No doubt he’d enjoyed the fresh air and the chance to prance once again.
An hour’s exercise a day was one thing, but for a Scots Grey, the chance to run
and run wild spoke to his soul.
It spoke to Daniel’s too,
so he put his heels to his mount’s sides and gave him his head.
And it was glorious.
He hadn’t realized how
closed up he’d allowed himself to become. How isolated. He hadn’t realized how
much he’d allowed his injury—and his guilt—to shrink his horizons.
Well, his horizons weren’t
limited now. They spread before him in a verdant green wash that stretched as
far as the eye could see. He passed a loch and paused to admire the sparkling
waters, to watch an osprey swoop down to snatch a hapless fish.
And damn, but it was a fine
thing to be back in Scotland. Daniel hadn’t realized just how much he’d missed
hearing the lilt of his own brogue, or tasting a well-made haggis. The Brits
didn’t care for haggis, a fact he’d never quite understood. When created by
someone who knew what they were doing, it was delicious. And Scottish
innkeepers, apparently, knew what they were doing. Or their wives did.
There was no doubt about
it, he’d probably gained a stone since crossing the border to his homeland.
He’d never felt so vibrant and alive. And while he had enjoyed the occasional
chat with a fellow countryman, he had never enjoyed his own company more. There
was something about being alone with one’s thoughts that was very peaceful. It
allowed a man to explore his soul at leisure without interruptions. It allowed
a man to process all that had happened in his life. To put everything in the
place it belonged. Though he still had several days of travel, at most a week,
he was already lamenting the journey’s end.
After he passed the
Kinclaven Crossroads, the landscape changed from fields and farms to orchards.
The looming trees shaded the road in a lacy pattern; the scent of crisp apples
filled the air, tempting Daniel to reach up and pluck one for a taste.
He did not. That would be
stealing and he was a man of honor.
He pulled back on Hunnam’s
reins when he spotted a white mare standing in the road. She was difficult to
miss. Her lines were exquisite, her saddle and tack were the finest…but she had
no rider. His brow wrinkled as he rode closer. No one would ever abandon such a
fine horse. It was—
“Blast.”
The imprecation came from
the leafy tree next to which the mare stood.
Daniel glanced up; the
boughs riffled. An apple fell to the ground.
The mare whinnied and walked
over to it, lipping up the treat.
Another apple fell and the
horse made short work of that one was well.
“Stop eating them all,” the
tree said. “Save some for me.”
Daniel cleared his throat.
It seemed prudent to make himself known. “Hullo?”
The leaves rustled and a
face peered out. Enormous blue-green eyes stared at him. Something flickered
through them. Something that could have been construed as…guilt.
Daniel frowned. “What are
you doing up there?” he asked.
The eyes blinked.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?” He drummed his
fingers on his saddle. “Are you stealing apples?”
The chagrined expression on
that elfin face was nearly whimsical. “Is this your orchard?”
“Indeed it is not.”
An entrancing, mischievous
smile blossomed and the thief tossed him a fat red apple. “Then catch.”
He did not. He did not
catch. The apple bounced off his pate.
“Oh really,” an amused
voice echoed from above. “Let’s try again.”
“Let’s not.”
Too late. Another apple
flew in his direction. He missed it again. It fell to the ground and Hunnam
gobbled it up.
“Sir, you are supposed to catch them.”
“I doona care to abet you
in your thievery—” Another missile flew. By the grace of God, he caught this
one. “Please stop throwing stolen apples at me.” It was large and red and shiny
and looked delicious. Aside from that, it smelled quite tantalizing. As he felt
he had earned it, he polished it on his lapel and took a bite. Flavor exploded
in his mouth and juice dribbled down his chin. They were excellent apples.
The face disappeared,
followed by more rustling. A satchel fell to the loam with a soft thud. Then a
pair of feet appeared. Legs. Slim hips. Slender shoulders and then a mop of
tousled black curls.
A boy dropped to the ground
with an oof. He looked up at Daniel, his head tipped saucily to the side, and
then he grinned. It was a rakish grin. “Not stealing,” he said. “Borrowing.”
This he said with such
conviction, Daniel had to struggle not to laugh. This was no laughing matter.
Thieves ended up in the gaol. “Ah. Borrowing. Surely you won’t mind explaining
that to him.” Daniel nodded to the distance, where a farmer was running through
the trees toward them, arms flailing.
The boy’s eyes widened. He
picked up the satchel and hefted it over his shoulder. Then he bounded into the
saddle and shot a glance back at Daniel. His grin was wicked as he urged his
mount forward…leaving Daniel behind to explain to the farmer why his apples
were missing.
And why apple juice
dribbled from his chin.
PREORDER NOW: http://www.amazon.com/Incomparables-Heroes-Waterloo-Ladies-Adore-ebook/dp/B00YB8OXN2/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
Blog Spot: http://incomparablesclub.blogspot.com/
Rafflecopter: http://sabrinayork.com/an-incomparable-new-historical-romance-collection-and-a-giveaway/
About Sabrina York
Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York, is the New York Times and
USA Today Bestselling author of hot, humorous stories for smart and sexy
readers. With over 25 titles her
books range from sweet & snarky to scorching romance. Visit her webpage at www.sabrinayork.com to check out her
books, excerpts and contests.
Bookshelf! http://sabrinayork.com/books/
Newsletter (exclusive content, first looks, members only
contests): http://sabrinayork.com/sabrinas-contest-and-newsletter/
Website: http://sabrinayork.com/
Follow my Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/author/sabrinayork
Like my Facebook Author Page https://www.facebook.com/SabrinaYorkBooks
Follow me on Twitter @sabrina_york https://twitter.com/sabrina_york
Follow me on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5817917.Sabrina_York
Check out my Pintrest boards: http://www.pinterest.com/sabrinayork/boards/
DOENLOAD SABRINA’S FREE TEASER BOOK (Blurbs, excerpts and
reviews for her hottest works): http://sabrinayork.com/free-teaser-books/
Join the conversation on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/SabrinaYorkChatAndContests/permalink/684147071695223/
3 comments:
Love this excerpt. Great story.
Thank you so much for sharing Cerise!
A fabulous story!
Post a Comment