top of page

The Marquess of Wesley, Earl of Chelmsford, is out for blood. For a year, Lord Wesley has tried to undo the devastation his father left to Penndrake, their ancestral home, only to discover the man gambled it away right before his death. Now Wesley is being blackmailed by the new owner into marrying a woman he’s never met in order to get it back. But his intentions are less than honorable…

At one and twenty, Miss Kate Holden intends to become a governess, having sworn off all men years ago. However, her plans are halted when she receives a daunting letter from her cousin about a Lord Wesley. Ignorant of the name, and the devilish marquess that wears it all too well, she nearly ends up compromised. Refusing to fall prey to Wesley’s skillful seduction, Kate decides to turn things around on the rake. But the high-stakes game between them soon leads to her losing the last thing she expected…her heart.

 

What they're saying...

 

"I absolutely loved this book. It is an exceptionally written story with some amazing characters. I quite enjoyed reading it. I think it's a must read for all historical fiction fans." - Fizza Y., Goodreads

"The back and forth between Kate and Nathaniel take us on a merry chase. I enjoyed watching these two fall in love and get more than they ever bargained for!" - Amy A., NetGalley

"A stunning Regency romance with heart and humor." -Erika C., NetGalley

"I was actually grateful that the hero/heroine never failed to communicate with each other. I would recommend this to anyone who wants a refreshing take on a Regency romance book. - Greg C., Netgalley

"The author had me hooked from the start! I was entirely lost in the story and hated coming to end." - Mary A., Netgalley

"...simply delightful, filled with humor, heart and moments of heavenly heat. Fabulously fun historical romance reading!" - Tome Tender Book Blog

"A Mistress for Penndrake is a sexy, thrilling, edge of your seat read that you'll want to savor over and over again." - Lindsey G., Author

"For a historical romance, it hits every spot." - Alexa W., Goodreads


"I was captivated from the start of this book. The tension and actions between the main characters had me turning the pages quickly to find out what was going to happen next. - Christine, Goodreads

Excerpt

“Damn it, Miss Holden, if you die in my company, there will be hell to pay.”

Despite her earlier feelings of comfort and contentment, his irritation ruffled her pride. While her legs dangled over each side of the horse, she twisted around so her nose came in proximity to touching Lord Wesley’s. “A shiver does not constitute the demise of one’s health. I-I…j-ju…”

Unable to finish her words, Kate buried her head into his chest and held the sneeze, a consequence she didn’t consider until it was too late. Against her cheek, she heard the erratic thumping of his heart, felt the inviting heat of his skin.

“You must get warm,” he said after a long moment, his tone vibrating against her right ear.

She lifted her chin, unsure of the man she’d find staring down at her, the carefree lord who flirted with Claire so easily or the affronted nobleman whose features resembled a Grecian statue, stoic and rigid?

In her company, she found the latter, of course. It perplexed her to know she caused such an offensive reaction in such a short amount of time. He continued to glower at her, his jaw tense and mouth tight. At the same time, a sense of feminine wonder overtook her. She disregarded all consequence and reached up to touch his face, wiping at a trickle of rainwater as it trailed along his chin.

 Fascinated by his raw masculinity, she continued to explore, her fingers gliding over his skin until they stroked the softness of his lips.

This time she didn’t know who initiated the kiss, only that his mouth covered hers, breathless and fierce. He brought her against him, both sharing an equal yearning and affection, void of any mistrust or deception. Abandoning, for the moment, her doubts and insecurities, she grasped his soaked gold waistcoat, pulling the lapels apart to sink even closer to him.

His mouth slanted over hers, crushing and possessive. He stole her breath and her will, her limbs powerless to do anything but pull him closer. Dizzy, she closed her eyes, his satiny tongue stroking her lips before sweeping inside in a fervent and rapturous kiss. She moaned from his skillful seduction, the throaty sound shattering the connection and the intimate moment. He pulled back, his face rigid with restraint.

When she turned away from him, he didn’t stop her but instead brought his arm around to keep her from moving one way or the other.

He nudged his horse into a steady gallop, reaching the steps of Penndrake before she had the chance to sulk over her imprudent curiosity toward him.

MFA 400 dpi shadow.jpg
Book relaunch cover.jpg
bottom of page