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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.
Coming June 18th from bestselling and award
winning historical romance authors Cerise DeLand, Sabrina York, Suzi Love, Lynne Connolly, Suzanna Medeiros and Dominique
Eastwick.
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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?
READ MORE – The Captain’s Heart!
When the
man who saves his life during the Battle of Waterloo dies from wounds that were
meant for him, Captain Edward Hathaway must live with the guilt of having
survived and is determined to fulfill that man’s dying wish.
Grace
Kent only accepted her childhood friend’s proposal of marriage so he wouldn’t
go off to war with a broken heart. But while she still grieves for her friend
after learning of his death, she cannot resist her attraction to the handsome
Captain Hathaway.
He is
determined to discharge his duty at the expense of his own happiness. She wants
only one taste of true passion. Can Captain Hathaway and Grace Kent overcome
the guilt that continues to haunt them both and find true love?
Read an Excerpt from The Captain’s Heart!
Mont-Saint-Jean farm, Belgium
June 21, 1815
June 21, 1815
Gazing down at the shrunken figure lying on the hospital bed before
him, Captain Edward Hathaway searched for signs of the perpetually happy young
man everyone knew and loved. Why was it that men always looked so much smaller
in stature when stretched out on a bed?
Or in a coffin.
His mind shied away from that image. He’d seen more than his share of
death recently, but he’d also seen men survive worse wounds than the loss of a
leg. And if anyone deserved to live, it was Private Freddie Reynolds.
It should have been him in that bed. Freddie had come between him and a
bayonet aimed directly at his back during that final, bloody battle on the
fields near Waterloo. The private had fielded off that blow, but his heroism
had been rewarded with a musket ball to the leg. Edward still didn’t know what
exactly had happened. They had managed to break through the front line of
Bonaparte’s infantry and the enemy had been everywhere. Time had passed in a
blur of blood and battle frenzy as every man fought for his very survival.
But he did know one thing. If not for this man, he would probably be
dead.
He never knew what to expect each day when he walked into the field
hospital that housed far too many of his men. The number of injured in the ward
dwindled daily as men were discharged, transported, or succumbed to their
wounds. But Freddie survived and Edward clung to the hope that he would shake
off the fever that seemed to plague him.
He was rewarded when the young man opened his eyes.
“The nurses told me you were awake earlier today. I was beginning to
think you were pretending to be asleep to avoid speaking to me.”
“Not at all,” Freddie said with a strained chuckle as he drew himself
up into a seated position on the bed. Neither of them said anything about his
grimace of pain, or about the visible absence of one of his legs underneath the
blanket. “I was hoping to see you today, Captain.”
Edward lowered himself onto the stool by the bed. “It eases my mind to
see you up.” He’d been thinking about what to say to this man, but how did one
adequately thank someone for saving their life? “I am forever in your debt,” he
said, having decided that the prosaic words would have to suffice.
“It has been an honor to serve with you, Captain.”
It sounded as though the man was saying his farewells, but Edward shook
off that morbid thought. “The honor has been mine. If there is ever anything I
can do for you, you have only to ask.”
Freddie looked him square in the eye and in their depths Edward could
see his determination. “In case there is no future, I do have a request to make
of you.”
“There will be a future,”
Edward said, refusing to believe otherwise.
Freddie looked away for a moment, struggling to form his next words. “I
have written a letter to Grace. I’d like you to take it and deliver it to her
personally. It is vital that she receive it.” He pulled a folded square of
paper from under the corner of his pillow. “I wrote it earlier today and one of
the nurses was kind enough to seal it for me.”
Edward balked at the implication that the man before him would not be
seeing his oft-spoken-about betrothed again. “I’m sure you will see her
yourself soon enough.”
Freddie tried to hand the letter to him, but he was weaker than he
appeared. When Edward didn’t take it right away, his hand sank to the bed. “I
would consider it a personal favor.”
Edward couldn’t deny the request, but he hated that Freddie was even
considering the possibility that he wouldn’t recover. He took the letter from
his hand.
“Promise me that you’ll deliver it in person, Captain.”
“You have my word, Private. But I won’t be returning to England for at
least another few weeks. I hope, by that time, to be delivering it to you and
you can give it to your future wife yourself.”
His promise seemed to put the young man at ease. His shoulders visibly
relaxed and he could only nod in reply. Taking that as a sign that Freddie
needed to rest again, Edward stood and took his leave.
When he reached the hallway, out of sight of Freddie and all the
wounded men in the ward, he had to stop and gather the composure for which he
was famous. Seeing Freddie in such low spirits had unsettled him more than he
would have thought possible. The man in that bed was not the person he’d come
to know. The Freddie he knew had buoyed the mood of every man in their regiment
at one point or another. He was the eternal optimist who refused to give up
hope even in the most dire of circumstances.
Edward had to struggle against the impulse to march back into that room
and order the private to get better.
The sound of a single pistol shot came out of nowhere, unnaturally loud
in the quiet hospital environment. Without thinking, Edward’s hand flew to the
hilt of his sword, but then he remembered where he was and that he didn’t have
the weapon that had seemed a part of him for so long.
He waited, listening for signs of a battle. But instead of hearing the
clash of swords or the return fire he expected would come from the men
stationed outside the makeshift hospital, a woman’s cry of alarm came from the
room he’d just vacated.
Dread settled in the pit of his stomach as he rushed into the ward.
What he saw there affected him more than anything he’d seen on the battlefield.
More about Suzanna Medeiros:
Suzanna Medeiros was born and raised in Toronto, Canada. Her love for
the written word led her to pursue a degree in English Literature from the
University of Toronto. She went on to earn a Bachelor of Education degree, but
graduated at a time when no teaching jobs were available. After working at a
number of interesting places, including a federal inquiry, a youth probation
office, and the Office of the Fire Marshal of Ontario, she decided to pursue
her first love – writing.
Suzanna is married to her
own hero and is the proud mother of twin daughters. She is an avowed romantic
who enjoys spending her days writing love stories.
She would like to thank her
parents for showing her that love at
first sight and happily ever after
really do exist.
Website: http://www.suzannamedeiros.com
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