For fans of Jane Austen, Bridgerton series, period dramas and regency high jinx's. * Move over 'Pride and Prejudice', there's a new insufferably dark and handsome man in town. Did I say, man? I meant woman. One particular woman. As high strung as she is exotic: Mia Antoinette Zarah Arden is the Earl's keeper. Unbeknownst to him, she vowed to guide him in sickness and in health. Sworn to protect him till death do them part. She promised to make a man of him yet. Too bad he wants the all-inclusive perks of an honest woman out of her - one unyielding to his charms and refusing to reveal her secrets. Racism, high society, and hate crimes are the minefield of their new marriage, can it survive as old ghosts resurface to teach the half-breed Countess her biggest lesson of all? The challenge has been issued, with their eyes alone. Game on. [Book I in the League of Keeper's Series] Instagram @distressed_brownie https://www.instagram.com/distressed_brownie/ Disclaimer: no credit taken for any pictures unless stated otherwise, full credibility lies with the owners and will be credited as and where possible (and yes as per my latest update that terrible front cover belongs solely to yours truly!).

In a story of healing, love and family, follow the stories of three sisters Rosalie, Alyssa and Honey as they seek to knit the wounds of their souls through finding love. "I believe intentions are as important as actions, " Rosalie whispered. Where was she going with this, she hadn't quite planned. The air around the two strangers stilled, somehow although not consciously they had both inched closer. Their hands intertwined seemed to represent a lot more. "I guess, I should still find a way to thank you for your intentions," Rosalie murmured intimately. This was riske, instinctual but still riske. "No need " Blake hushed back, her other hand moved to cover their hands and trailed to his wrist, perhaps more for her own balance or perhaps to ground her in what she was about to do next. Whatever, it was, whether it was the way Blake scanned Rosalie as though she was the breaking of dawn in autumn, or the rush of energy surging from her near-death experience, or the fact that his hand provided a warmth that was both corporal and... spiritual. Rosalie stepped close, brushing her lips softly against his. It was soft, restrained. Rosalie's mind rolled with waves of sensations. She moved her hands up to his neck and pushed harder against his mouth, savouring his taste of something like berries and mint. Although shock rolled through his body, Blake soon felt that Rosalie was no novice in kissing. The gentleness was replaced by a daring dart of the tongue before she pulled away, taking his oxygen with her.

****Copyrighted**** 'Tell me you don't feel it.' He whispered against my lips, and the trembling that had ceased at the feel of his lips against mine began again with renewed vigor. 'Tell me it's not what you want, and I'll go. You'll never have to see me again.' Swallowing, I looked up at the eyes that had entranced me from the start. I took in his every feature, slowly and deliberately. I thrilled at the feeling of his arms enfolding me, and I inhaled his familiar scent with a trembling breath. And then, then I did the most foolish thing imaginable: I flung my arms about his neck and kissed him with all that I had, almost losing myself in the safety and security I felt. But more than that, I ran. I took his moment of shock, the slight loosing of his arms about me, and tore myself away from him, shoving out the door and into the rain. I suppose I'll never know why he didn't follow me. It was the thing I feared most. I knew that if he came for me a second time, I wouldn't be able to say 'no'. I wouldn't be able to run. But I had to. I had to go. I couldn't let him be hurt because of me. He would live on now, and I would marry another. I had leased my last bit of passion in that one moment in his arms, and as I made my way through the dark streets, I felt myself become dull and lost like the creatures bound in the menagerie. **Much of this was written when I was younger and then I came back later and finished it. There will likely be mistakes. Lots of them.

***This is my original work, and if anyone decides to steal it and post it anywhere else without specific permission, I will not hesitate to take legal action against you!!!!*** A girl to take home to one's mother with no fear of sharp disapproval. Sure, she was plain and dull, but she was the sort one could settle down with in a few years after the sowing of the wild oats was completed. . .if one could get past how plain and ordinary she was that is. In truth, Lady Lavinia Antrucha was nothing compared to her sister, Cassandra. She had neither beauty nor social notoriety. . .but at least she didn't leave a trail of broken hearts behind her. She's the one people go to when they're in trouble and don't know what to do, the one who is supposed to be the stronger of the two Antrucha girls, the one her parents expect will stay with them for the rest of their lives, because what man would want to marry plain, little Lavinia? The most sought after bachelor in all of Scotland, the life of any given party, that's what they named Laird Ethan Brodi. He was the toast of high society and the man every mother yearned to see on their doorstep, asking to see their fine daughter. He knew there was something more to life than petty women who couldn't see past his fine physique, and he intended to find it; that is, until his father decided he had spent enough time unmarried and forged an alliance with the rich Antruchas by promising him in marriage to the eldest daughter who would certainly match Ethan in good looks and fine tastes. As far as Ethan was concerned, Lady Cassandra Antrucha could take a long walk off a short pier, but his father's word was law, and so to England he must go to meet his future bride. Can he go through with a marriage when his heart yearns for another? #Wattys2016

Lady Eliza Turner has no interest in finding herself a wealthy husband, she has her books, her best friend Charlotte, and plenty of opinions on what society expects from her. When her curiosity gets the better of her, and she ends up in a compromising position with the desirable Duke Harrington she must use all her wits and charm to survive the scandal she has created. Jasper Harrington doesn't enjoy attending social occasions especially when opinionated women think that it is acceptable to criticise him, but there is something about Eliza that he can't quite bear to part with. Are this odd couple going to find a happy ever after together or apart?