He's got her under his skin! And keeping her!

 Coming soon is this fellow with these marvelous hands.

I like a man with a good hand. A slow hand. A determined hand. A kind one.

This is "a part" of a new Box Set cover that I am releasing in the next few weeks!

Stay tuned for all of him!
 

A new housekeeper for Christmas? This man has a problem! Video! Excerpt!

Excerpt, HIS MERRY HOUSEKEEPER, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Copyright Cerise DeLand, 2025.

Tio’s bedroom was very warm when Winn stirred. Realizing she could not sit up and that she was in Bettington’s embrace, she sank back down. From this cozy cocoon, she could see that Tio still slept, his little mouth open, his arms wide. She did not move as the fragrance of lemon and sandalwood permeated her being. Bettington had always smelled of springtime and solidity. She ached to belong to him. Never wished to part from him. 
She burrowed into his strong essence. Suddenly, his fingers were in her hair, pushing back her long tendrils from her cheek and her throat.
“My dearest Winn,” he breathed against her lips, “this is how I have wanted you near me, so close one to the other, united in all we do.”
Her head cradled in the crook of his arm, she did not move but, as once she had last summer, she crossed the distance that separated them and put her lips to his. Once again, she was met, not with his surprise this time, but with his fire and his fierce claim of countless kisses.
She did not stop but went, careless to the consequences, her nails clutching at the heavy silk of his banyan. He sent kisses down her throat, across the exposed expanse of her simple muslin gown. Ignited by his flames, she wanted only his possession.
He cupped her cheek. His sky blue eyes devoured her in a look of love. “Winn, my darling. I want to marry you.”
This could make her life divine. To be his in word and deed would be all she ever asked for in this world. “Sweet man. That cannot be. You are an earl.”
“That is a title granted to a distant man. Who knows if he ever wanted it or was even happy of it.”
She pulled herself to sanity. “Whoever he was, whatever he wanted, you have it as your own. Rules come with that. Rules long standing among your peers.”
His fingers in her hair, he did not look into her eyes. “My days are not consumed with the duties of my title. I live here in London, but the work I have done over the years to manage the land and the tenants is very good. I have ensured the prosperity of my estate. I now have time for politics for bills I know are important to Britain’s integrity.”
She shook her head. Confused. 
“What’s more, I have lived here in London but each time I go to the Grange, I have learned to enjoy my days more than I ever have before. I value you and each moment with you more.”
“Impossible. You do not know me.”
He seized her hand. “But I do. I know you like to read and dance. I know you carry a tune very well. You play the piano with a modicum of accomplishment.”
“Don’t be too kind.” She grimaced at him.
He gave a laugh. “My darling Winn, I know you love your friends, like our Bridgette. I know you love my boys. I know you love children.” A fond light appeared in his large blue eyes. “I want to give you many children.”
Burning with a blush, she tried to rise. 
But he would not let her go. 
“That…that is risqué,” she blurted, but a chuckle escaped.
He grinned. “You see? You want my babies. I know you do. I love you, Winn,” he whispered. “I love your humor and your wit. I love your joy of living. I love your—”
She pushed up and away from him.
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A man with a plan to acquire a merry housekeeper for Christmas! Romcom romp in MERRY BELLES!

His Merry Housekeeper 

A novelette in Delightful Doings in Dudley Crescent series

By Cerise DeLand

Word among the fashionable is that in that marvelous London crescent, Dudley to be exact, a new storm brews over the romantic interests of the lords and ladies who live there.

Lord Bettington in Number 42 is in need of a new housekeeper. It being Christmas and his house full of his three raucous motherless sons, he is in need of someone bold who can tamp down the chaos of his household—and his boys. 

But the earl wants so much more. He has ordered his young chatelaine, Miss Winifred Mathers, up from his country estate to serve as his housekeeper. Could it be true that that particular servant who is the only daughter of a termagant barrister has pierced dashing Lord Bettington’s lonely heart?

He tells himself he wants his new servant to provide order and emotional succor for his poor (savage) little boys. 

But can he control his yearning for his new employee?

And can Winn suppress her desire for the only man she's ever loved?

BUY LINK for MERRY BELLES, a box set by the Bluestocking Belles: https://www.amazon.com/Merry-Belles-Bluestocking-Collection-Friends-ebook/dp/B0FTQVYSKG

Be sure to read the current three novels about those who live in Dudley Crescent: 

Her Beguiling Butler: https://books2read.com/u/bpjNZ6

His Tempting Governess: https://books2read.com/u/4jenz2

His Naughty Maid: https://books2read.com/u/3npn9B

Little stories. Loads of fun. Christmas dangly bits!

 ❤️Merry Belles, a Bluestocking Belles Collection with Friends



Just in time for the holidays, seven charming stories of romance from award-winning and best-selling authors:



· A murder brings a lady and her lost love together, just close enough to heal old wounds.



· A young lady must foil a friend’s betrayal to have her Yuletide wish for love come true.



· A widowed lord’s new housekeeper tames his rowdy boys and pierces his lonely heart.



· A lady determined to find her wayward young son finds herself stranded with the persistent earl determined to woo her out of widowhood.



· Will restoring a family manor together help two people acknowledge a secret attraction and claim a future together?



· A soldier’s wife is determined to find her missing husband, even if she must walk the length and breadth of England with her children in a wheelbarrow



· Home from the wars, a soldier is shocked to learn that his fiancée plans to wed someone else. Can he reach her in time to prevent the nuptials?
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A man who steals kisses is a poor girl's ruin and rich one's prize! LOVE'S PERILOUS ROAD, box set in continuity by Bluestocking Belles!

A highwayman is attacking travelers on a dark deserted road!

Who is he? Does he really want what he steals? If so, why does he seem to give it away...or take things he can never return?

And what happens when one robber waylays one special carriage and insists that one woman step down...only to steal a kiss?

What dastardly, delicious creature would do that, eh?

Love's road is surely perilous this autumn in LOVE'S PERILOUS ROAD, a box set by the incomparable Bluestocking Belles!

BUY LINK: https://www.amazon.com/Merry-Belles-Bluestocking-Collection-Friends-ebook/dp/B0FTQVYSKG

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And what of that fellow who steals only kisses?

In Cerise DeLand's STOLEN KISSES, he is a charmer.

***

When Lance Winters first kissed Emma Tomkins pretending to be a highwayman years ago, she was ruined. Retiring to the country for succumbing to one delightful embrace, she endured society’s sting. 

But things have changed. Now she has money—a fortune of 8,000 pounds a year, and she’s determined to live a rich and full life. Alone. 

But men know of her new status, and seek her out like lemmings to the sea.

As a lowly cousin of a viscount and a captain in the Army Engineers, Lancelot Winters never had anything to his name. No right to claim a lady. Only a future fighting in Spain and France—and sent abroad to Canada soon after. Yet now Lance has a inherited an noble title and an estate to make his life comfortable. But he can’t and won’t do it alone. One woman is his answer.

When he appears in London to begin to court her, she refuses him. But he is not one to be put off. Not by society’s rules and not by her. So he disguises himself as the same highwayman of years ago and tracks Emma in her carriage one day on her way to Brighton. He grabs her off the coach—and in front of amused passengers and her niece, he kisses her.

Oh, yes. She remembers his lips. His voice. His rakish charm. But he ruined her once and she’s determined it won’t happen again. After all, she has rehabilitated herself…plus she intends to be a respectable wealthy grumpy spinster.

But the man is persistent. He shows up at the Old Ship Hotel on the Marine Parade in Brighton and makes a point to be everywhere! In The Lanes, in Aria Rocatti’s modiste shop, at the sea bathing rental post along the coast, and finally at the ball hosted by Lord Peter Summerville at his home at the conclusion of his house party. 

Each time they meet, they befall a few…um…mishaps. Lance thinks Emma’s his angel. She thinks he’s a delightful, star-struck fool. If only Emma’s niece weren’t trying to become his lady love too!

Lancelot might be his first name, but chivalry is his middle. He can’t live without her. And she can’t imagine marrying anyone else.

Their biggest problem?

A Bow Street Runner shows up at the Summerville Ball to arrest Lance as the highwayman who’s plagued the south shore of England.

What’s a woman to do if she now is in love with a highwayman?

Today's bon bon: A Great House in Elizabethan period becomes my setting for my story in HARVEST MOON Box set!

HARVEST MOON, the newly released box set by award-winning Bluestocking Belles, is set in Cheshire during the harvest!

In my story, my hero Stafford Barlow, 6th Earl Barlow, is just home from the wars. His home as I envisioned it is similar to the famous structure, Little Moreton Hall.

I had so much fun with this building with its Great Hall, seen here in this ground floor plan and marked as room #1. Twenty-two people are invited to dinner the night before the event and later, my heroine (who is rather upset at herself after dinner) goes to walk in this garden.

To her its seems almost like her family's parterre at home in the Loire Valley in France. But in reality it is more an English maze, called a knot garden, with flowers and herbs and chaise longue...for those special rendezvous every loving couple wishes for!

But I also use area #4!

Small, yes. What do you think it is? And how would my hero and heroine use it????

1816: The Year Without Summer and is it too cold to fall in love???

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Can it snow in June? Freeze in July? Frost over in August?

Yes.. And it did when in 1816, the atmosphere filled with debris when Mount Tambora in Indonesia exploded in April 1815.  The ash and sulfur dioxide in the air chilled most of North America and Europe to the point that crops failed, animals died and people starved.

How cold had it gotten?

Only 3 degrees colder on average was what most experienced but it was enough to cause wide-spread devastation and hunger. In Ireland, thousands migrated to find food, shelter and new homes. In America, snow and ice meant many starved. In Europe, people rioted for bread.

For months, no one knew or understood the cause. Indeed the first indications I found of any idea of the cause was this entry in London Morning Post, May 4, 1816. (Do enlarge to read more easily!)

https://www.amazon.com/Cerise-DeLand/e/B0089DS2N2/

Why is this important to me? And why did I go looking for such detail? As you might imagine I wrote a novella, LADY MARY'S MAY DAY MISCHIEF, set  in late April and early May 1816 in Bath and London.

While I chose this time of year to coincide with the theme of this fabulous box set written by talented authors, I also chose it because it was May 1, 1816 that the Princess of Wales, the only direct heir to the throne of United Kingdom, married one of the great heroes of the Napoleonic Wars. Who was that? 

Prince Leopold of Saxe-Cobourg. Yes, this is the same one you've seen portrayed as King Leopold, King of the Belgians, as uncle to Queen Victoria and to his nephew and her husband, Prince Albert of Saxe-Cobourg. 

Leopold was a catch...and a hunk. Here he is in 1815. Yummy, yes?

Come party with me tomorrow night on FB with a Rogue who is, yes, SNOWED IN!

🍒🎄Come party with me tomorrow night at Annabelle Anders' Group on FB when we all get SNOWED IN WITH A ROGUE! BOOKS, fun and swag!

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I am joined by my co-authors: Jacki Delecki, Tracy Edingfield Dunn, Gina Danna,Victoria Oliveri, Sandra Masters, Angelique Armae, and me, Cerise DeLand!

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Care to waltz? #Regency style? Sip Champagne with FABULOUS #Regencyromance authors?

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     This collections contains nearly 500 pages, the first 3 of my ROMPS series for a ridiculously low price of 99 Cents. But hurry, because the price is for a limited time only!


     Buy the box set and come join us for our own Assembly Room Ball beginning at 11:15 EASTERN and going on until the wee hours of the evening here:
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    And look who's coming to receive all of you with me! A marvelous group of some of the most talented authors you can read today! Many write Regency, but others are masters of contemporary. All write stories you will adore.

NOTE WELL: THESE TIMES begin with EASTERN Time Zone!

11:15 EST/ The Receiving Line with Cerise DeLand

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3:30 EST/2:30 C/1:30 M/12:30 P      Caroline Warfield

4:00 EST/3:00 C/2:00 M/1:00 P        Layna Pimentel

4:30 EST/3:30 C/2:30 M/1:30 P        Madison Sevier

5:00 EST/4:00 C/3:00 M/2:00 P        Cerise DeLand

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7:00 EST/6:00 C/5:00 M/4:00 P       Dominique Eastwick

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9:30 EST/ Last Waltz with Cerise DeLand!

#Regency Romps, box set #Cover Reveal, #99cents for limited time!

My box set of the first three Regency Romps debuts today!

And (drumroll) it is only 99 cents for a limited time!

It is also on KINDLE UNLIMITED for those of you who subscribe to that.

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First is Lady Varney’s Risqué Business!

     When a proper lady of the ton takes on a new client in her matchmaking business, she discovers he has one risqué demand. Spend the night with him!

     Lady Kitty Varney runs a discreet matchmaking business to support herself and pay off her late husband's gambling debts. Selective about her clientele, she finds her newest prospective client is none other than Viscount Justin Belmont, the very man she was forbidden to marry years ago. If she accepts him, can she bear to help him wed any other woman?

     Justin however is selective and lists his very exacting criteria for a wife. Kitty is shocked—and delighted to learn she is among the few candidates he’d find suitable. Especially since he demands each candidate spend one night with him.

     Can Kitty deny herself the opportunity to enjoy the charms of the man she's never forgotten? Lady Varney's risqué business might be her saving grace—but it may well become her undoing.

 Rendezvous with a Duke comes second! 

     Anna Fournier secludes herself, scandal staining her family name and all her prospects for anonymity, employment and even love. But one afternoon she plays her newest composition in a piano shop—and one man who cannot forget her decides to right the wrong done her years ago.

     Anna Fournier never intended to fall in love. Not with any man. Especially not a duke. But Hugh Lattimer persists in courting her despite the scandal that surrounds her—and the innuendo that could ruin him.

     Can she escape her past and embrace a future as Hugh's duchess? Or will the man who murdered her father return to ruin her future once and for all?

Finally we have Masquerade with a Marquess (and a sneak peek at #4 in the series, Interlude with a Baron, which is out now, too.)

She wanted to find her family’s stolen treasures. He wanted to avoid caring for her again. But together, they found more than treasure. They discovered love that had endured decades of despair.

     Sophia di Contini risks her life to sail to England alone and slip into the homes of those she suspects stole priceless treasures from her family during the wars. Discovered by Victor Cameron, she agrees to search for her art his way even though she’ll live in his house, yearn for his touch, pine for his kisses…

    

     Five years ago, while spying for the Crown, Victor had spent one scintillating night with Sophia in his arms. But the next morning, she betrayed him to his enemies and he barely escaped.

     Now that she’s come to England, he fights his desire for her. When others attack her, risking her life, Victor decides the best thing to do is to help her find her precious art, even if he risks the chance she’ll steal his heart away…again.

Seven Nights of Sin with @sabrina_york #Regency #box set out now!

SEVEN NIGHTS OF SIN

One night, one tryst can change everything...

Seven Sensuous stories by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Sabrina York, with bestselling and award-winning authors Maggi Andersen, Lynne Connolly, Eliza Lloyd, Suzi Love, Hildie McQueen, and Victoria Vane. Enter a world of passion and mystery where dashing heroes and dauntless heroines come together in a scorching conflagration that will will tip your world on its end. 

LUSCIOUS by Sabrina York

Revenge...or redemption? Which will he choose?

ONE SCANDALOUS NIGHT by Maggi Andersen

Can one night with a rake be enough for a lifetime?

THE DEVIL YOU KNOW by Victoria Vane

 She found heaven in the devil’s arms.

UNDER A SILVER MOON by Hildie Mcqueen

The shadows of the past fall over a man and a woman attempting to start anew.

MY DEAR MR. FORRESTER by Eliza Lloyd

He can't resist a woman in trouble. Will he ever learn?

WHAT HE WANTS by Lynne Connolly

Love hides in unexpected places...

PLEASURE HOUSE BALL by Suzi Love

Love revealed at a courtesan’s ball.

Preorder Now:

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LUSCIOUS by SABRINA YORK

When Deveny Hargrove rescues a waif in a rainstorm in the middle of nowhere, he has no idea that she represents his long-awaited chance at vengeance. When she offers him her virginity—in an attempt to escape an unwanted society marriage—he has to agree. To his surprise, very little of his motivation stems from punishing her brother.

The fact is, Matilda Paddington represents his chance at revenge...or redemption…but his choice could destroy them both.

Read an excerpt!

   What Providence. That this man—one who, other than the beard, was perfectly acceptable for her purposes, and damn handsome to boot—should stop and pick her up?

Clearly God in heaven above was on her side.

   “You do realize this is something that cannot be undone?”

   She had the sense he was asking the question purely because his moral code required it. “I do.”

   “You are quite young…to be making a decision that will change everything.”

   “Everything?” she asked. “Do you really believe that one act changes who a person is? At their core?”

   He stared at her as though stunned to hear such words from a lady’s lips. But then he said, “I certainly hope not.”

   His tone was so dark, so tormented, she had to ask, “Have you done things?” Things that changed him irrevocably?

   “Madam, I have just returned from France.”

   “Ooh.” How fascinating. “Are you a soldier?”

   “I was. An officer in the King’s Dragoons.”

   Oh. A cavalry man. She loved horses. “Did you see much action?”

   “Far too much.”

   “I am sorry.”

   He blinked and she realized how lovely his eyes were. A light blue, almost crystalline, with large pupils and a dark ring around the irises, making it hard to look away. “Why are you sorry?” he said, his voice dropping low.

  “You must have suffered.”

   “I was injured.”

   “Yes, but I meant spiritually.”

   “Spiritually?” His tone indicated he’d never even considered those wounds.

   “War is hell,” she said. She knew of such things. She’d read several books on the topic.

   “Yes. It is.”

   “But you are home now. And safe.”

   “Yes.” He looked out the window and stroked his beard as though he were remembering some of his losses.

   She wished one of them had been the beard.

   She really disliked beards on men.

  “So do you?”

  His attention jerked back to her. “What?”

  “Do you really believe one act can change a person?”

  “I think everything we do, everything we say, every breath we take changes us.”

  She blew out an impatient breath. “That is far too deep a rumination for this conversation.”

  “Is it?” Why he seemed amused was a mystery.

   “Most certainly. We are talking about my giving myself to a man who is not and never shall be my husband.”

  “We are talking about you giving your innocence to a man you do not know. Do you have any idea how dangerous that can be?”

  “I suppose it would be dangerous.” She had to admit this. “But it is not dangerous with you.”

  He reared back. An odd mixture of shock and anger and confusion crossed his face. “How can you possibly know what kind of man I am? What I could do to you when I got you alone? Damn it, Tildy, I could be a monster for all you know.”

   “But you’re not.” She knew. She could see it in his eyes.

   As her words soaked in, she saw it blossom there, his deep gratification for her trust. But he sighed and scrubbed his face and said “Tildy,” in a tone that made clear he was about to turn her down.

   So she went on the offensive. “However, if you do not want to be the one to deflower me, I totally understand. I imagine it can be rather unsettling to be approached by a woman with such a request.”

   He murmured, “You have no idea,” beneath his breath, but she heard.

   She patted his knee. “And you were injured in the war.”

   His features scrunched up. He stared at her hand. “Just what is that supposed to mean?”

   She batted her lashes in an attempt to portray her innocence. “I know what happens when men are injured in war.” She leaned closer. “They become incapable. I totally understand.”

   “I am not incapable!” Surely there was no need for him to bellow.

   “Unwilling then?”

   “Bloody hell, no.”

   “It is perfectly acceptable if you do not find me attractive. I do look rather like a drowned rat. I am sure I can find someone on the streets of London who is willing to do the deed.” She sighed heavily, just for effect, and then added, “I do hope I don’t get the pox.”

   Silence sizzled between them. She determinedly held his gaze, despite the fact that his stare was fierce. His lips worked, as though he was attempting to form a response, several responses, as the moment stretched, and then he reached across the carriage, took hold of her arms and whipped her onto his lap as though she weighed no more than a thistledown.

   “Not interested?” he growled. “How is this for not interested?”

   And then, he kissed her.

   And heaven.

   As enchanting as those lips had felt dancing over her hand, it was nothing to this. This was as wild as the storm raging outside, but still unbearably gentle and sweet. His scent suffused her, filled her lungs and stirred some latent hunger deep within. She wanted more. More. More.

   And this desire had little to do with her goal of wriggling free of an unwanted betrothal. It had only to do with him. This man. This hunger. This passion.

   She’d never felt it before. Not like this.

   She’d only felt a passion for passion, which was very different indeed.

   His body was warm, heating her. His hands roved, scudding over her shoulders and down to her waist to hold her in place. His lips were hard on her, demanding, yet sensitive to her needs. They engulfed her senses in a velvet trap, one she did not want to escape.

   He pulled her closer, settled her more firmly on his lap and leaned her against the wall of the carriage and deepened the kiss, easing in his tongue and tasting her. She had to respond, but she had no idea how her untried exploration would affect him.

   Something hard grew against her hip. The knowledge of what it was lit a fire in her belly. Need blossomed and raged. She thrust her fingers in his hair, twining in the strands and tugging. He did the same until they were holding each other still, each consuming the other.

   Her mind spun, her body awoke. That long dreamed of desire arose.

   She had no idea why, with one harsh movement, he pushed her back into her seat.

   They stared at each other across the width of the carriage, the only sounds, their panted breath.

  Heat walked between them. Ribbons of carnal lust bound them close, though they no longer touched. Intensity roared.

   “Why did you stop?” She didn’t intend for her voice to crack, to be filled with anguish, but it happened.

   His lungs worked like a bellows. His stare burned through her. His brow was prickled with sweat, despite the chill of the evening. “Not here.” A whisper, rough and low.

   “Not here?”

   “I won’t take you in a carriage. You deserve better.”

   Oh, she liked that he thought so. She thought so too. “Where then?”

   “I am staying the night at a friend’s house in London. Large, comfortable bed. A crackling fire.    Excellent wine. All the comforts a proper seduction requires.”

   She could not hold back a grin. “Oh. Is this a proper seduction?”

   “It will be.” He settled back in his seat and studied her. There was something in his expression that made it clear to her what he was thinking. He was plotting her seduction. She shuddered.

   “You really don’t need to seduce me, you know.”

   His lips quirked. “Seduction is half the fun. Besides, you deserve to know all the pleasure there is to be had between a man and a woman.”

   Her brow furrowed. “I thought there was just the tupping.” She knew all about it. She raised horses, after all. The male simply mounted the female and they danced around for a bit and then a foal came in the spring. It all seemed pretty simple.

  “Oh, there’s more than that.”

   “Is there? Do tell.”

   “I will not. I’d rather show you. I don’t want to ruin the surprise.”

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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. Her titles range from sweet & snarky to scorching romance.  Visit her webpage at www.sabrinayork.com to check out her books, excerpts and contests. 

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