What makes a good fairytale? Catrin Llewelyn believes in fairytales, Beatrice Morton does not. And yet in many ways their life resembles one. Stepsisters living together on a manor, Catrin is shunned by her stepmother, while Beatrice is doted on and adored. Only the rules of the classical fairy tales are rather broken, for Beatrice cannot stand her mother's attentions and Catrin is devoted to her stepsister and only friend. When the Duke of Denster hosts a ball in honor of his son's birthday, the new Mrs. Llewelyn decides to try and match make Beatrice with the Denster heir. There is one slight problem. Beatrice has long decided to find her own love, without the help of mothers and balls. So with the help of her godmother she comes up with a scheme that will take Catrin to the Masquerade ball in her place. Will Beatrice be able to give her mother the slip? Will Catrin be able pull off the disguise? And what happens after the ball is over? Does everything go back to normal? Or could there be more to the story than either of the stepsisters ever imagined? Of Fairytales and Happy Endings is a story set in Wales during the Regency Era. Fairytale meets history and fact meets fiction as the two stepsisters set out on a journey to discover just what is it about the fairy tales that always seems to give them happy endings.

My name is Kalista. They call me the beast. Kalista has been cursed by a powerful sorceress and is now a prisoner in her own palace. As petals fall from an enchanted rose, her fate and the sorceress's victory draw nearer. But Kalista refuses to be defeated so easily and uses her own magic to push against the bindings. Yet what if it is not enough and the only way the curse might be shattered is through the help of another? When Arawn crosses into the beast's domain, he has one motive: revenge for his brother's death. But as he draws nearer to the beast and is surrounded by invisible servants, magical banquets, and an enchanted forest, he realizes that this beast is much more complex and much more human than he first thought. As their paths intertwine, Kalista must risk opening her heart to another, while Arawn must learn to see past his hate and prejudice. Together, they struggle against spells, wolves, and time itself to break the curse. If they fail, Kalista will fall asleep and will never again wake.

On the surface Edward Cartwright leads a privileged life, his family are wealthy, his mother loves him and his sisters and he constantly travels the country, occasionally popping over the channel. But take a step back and you realise that's not because he's a bored gentleman... his father simply hates him and with no profession to help him along there's nothing to do but to wait for something to happen. And then the worst happens, but this leads to an unusual friendship between his four year old sister and the Doctor's Daughter... well they always say each cloud has a silver lining. -NOT A DR WHO STORY.. sorry for those who think it is... I love Dr Who, but not enough for a fanfic.

As the first Lady Knight of Monrique, Juliette Van Helsing regularly deals with criminals who threaten the peace and security of her country. When a string of brutal murders among the nobility take place in quick succession, leaving behind one puzzle after another, she begins a race against time to find the murderer. Along the way, webs of lies, betrayals and greed are unravelled, and at each turn, she finds herself questioning her beliefs and assumptions. In the midst of all of this chaos, will she be able to fulfil her duty, and mayhap, find love?

Alexander smiled at her. "You are quite likeable, Emmeline, and I think we might one day be dear friends, but I doubt I shall ever wish to marry you." Emmeline laughed. "I doubt I shall ever wish to marry you, either." --- Lady Emmeline Lockhart - daughter of a duke and sister of an earl, but twenty and three and very much unmarried. She finally finds a suitor in a dashing naval officer, but what will transpire when she finds herself forced into a union with the country's brash king-to-be? --- TOP RANK: #172 IN HISTORICAL FICTION, 11 OCT 2016 #157 IN HISTORICAL FICTION, 13 FEBRUARY 2017 #144 IN HISTORICAL FICTION, 5 DECEMBER 2017 #120 IN HISTORICAL FICTION, 6 DECEMBER 2017 #73 IN HISTORICAL FICTION, 1 JANUARY 2018 not quite a love story, but a story about love || historical *fiction* with no particular time period || UPDATES EVERY FRIDAY, WITH AS MUCH CONSTANCY AS IS HUMANLY POSSIBLE.

Helen Wakefield had thought that any chance of love had died many years ago. Since the death of her husband, she had spent the last six years as the companion of the overbearing Lady Helford. Separated from the son she loved, Helen buried all her emotions deep within to avoid any hurt. But one day, as she stood on top of the cliff at Belmont Hall, she felt the sea calling her to the rocks below. Lord Ralph Fullbrook, the Earl of Huntingdon, was in search of a wife. His mother had gathered together all the likely candidates to a house-party at Belmont Hall in Devonshire. However, none of his mother's choices caught his eye. Then, he saw the mysterious and beautiful companion of one of the guests, standing on top of the cliffs. After he pulled her away from the edge, he wanted to find out why a woman like Helen allowed herself to be treated like a servant. Despite Helen's past, they embark on an affair. However, their short-lived happiness is brought to a sudden end when a ghost from Helen's past makes an untimely appearance

Louise is a captivating novel that follows the story of Louise, a young girl who finds herself caught between her love for an aristocrat and the expectations of society. "You swore we would always be together, that you would protect me," Louise wept, her slender frame trembling. "How could you do this to me?" Lucy tossed her lustrous brown hair over one shoulder and scoffed. "I am your superior now in every way. We may share blood, but that slave woman who birthed us was never a mother to me." But when fate flings Louise into unexpected romance with Sebastian, can their star-crossed love shatter rules denying whites and blacks alike? He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs gently wiping away her tears. "I understand, my love," he said, his voice tender. "I will give you time, as much as you need, to come to terms with our feelings. But know this: my love for you is not something I can simply turn off or ignore. It has become the very beat of my heart, the air that I breathe."

Despite living thirty miles from London, Anabelle Latimer knows her chances of finding a husband in their sleepy village are as thin as cook's white soup. Then she discovers a kindred spirit in Mr. Fielding, the intelligent and handsome new steward from Blackwood Hall. It was a great shame that his position in life was so below her own, for he was exactly the sort of man she would have wished to marry. Anthony Fielding, tired of being the target of the ton's marriage-minded mothers, hopes to spend a relaxing week shooting and fishing in the country. Yet upon his arrival at Blackwood Hall he discovers an estate in chaos, and a friend in desperate need of help. He is quick to offer his knowledge and expertise, unaware that his generosity will have unexpected repercussions. The Steward of Blackwell Hall is a traditional Regency romance of approximately 66,000 words.

"After all the trouble I caused. After what I did to you . . . Did you really expect me to be able to look you in the eye?" Cordelia Sutton, young and gentle, has seen her fair share of tribulations in life. From the untimely death of her parents to the forced removal of one of her closest friends, she desired nothing more than a quiet life in the country. But with the insistent urges from a family friend to return to London, the pressure placed upon young ladies by society is difficult enough, even more so for Cordelia who finds herself coming face-to-face with a man she thought she would never see again. Now not only must she find a way to navigate the complex world of the pure bloods but also battle her own emotions pertaining to a certain Marquis. It is a difficult task for one so ignorant of the world to undertake, and one where a sense of propriety could very well mean the difference between life and death for a love once lost. ***All rights reserved. This book is a work of fiction. Any character or event relating to persons living or dead, places or events is completely coincidental. Under no circumstances is this book or any of its characters allowed to be reproduced in any form or by any means without the expressed permission of the author.*** I do not own any pictures used. All credits are due to their owners.

(The Triumvirate Histories Book Four) What does the world think when a girl who'd been dead for three months turns up at the site of a huge CIA raid, which ended up with an explosion and four deaths? That she might have been in a stickier situation before than they'd known. What did they think would happen when she had a major panic attack after she realized that everything about her was gone, locked away in her mind? Well, obviously what did happen...or else they wouldn't have been prepared to knock her out again with morphine. And just who would that girl be? Me, Emmy Alexander...at least, that's who they told me I was. You know the stories of people with amnesia after a traumatic accident. They don't remember weeks, months, or maybe even a few years of their lives. I'd call them lucky, because they at least had a foundation to build on. Me? I couldn't remember a thing when I'd woken up after they'd knocked me out after my panic attack. I couldn't remember me, my family, my best friend, how I'd gotten the burns and cuts that now marred my body... I couldn't remember whose green eyes haunted my dreams every single night. My therapist said that my memories might come back in my dreams, when my subconscious mind was free to be revealed. And so far, she'd been right. Parts of my life were slowly coming back to me - my father's laugh, my mother's smile, my brother Jason's and best friend Drake's annoying overprotectiveness. But there were others that I couldn't explain - a tale of secret societies, puzzle keys, bronze boxes, and break-ins to museums and government buildings around the world. It wasn't until I saw those eyes on a man, who seemed so familiar that it made my heart ache, from across a gallery in the Louvre. A man who introduced himself as John Raymond. And it didn't take me very long to realize that maybe, just maybe, he was the key to everything.