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She is afraid of her own shadow. He likes to sail his sloop at night and harass the French. No two temperaments could be further apart. Lady Valor Nicolet is the last daughter the Duke of Pelham will launch out of his house. While some daughters might leap at the chance to take their place in Town, this particular daughter has been holding on tight to her childhood home. She even went as far as pretending to be consumptive, though it proved to be so boring she had to stage a miraculous recovery. Now she is on her way, and brings her own ideas to locating a husband. She is determined to find a quiet, unambitious baron who prefers the countryside and collects...well, she does not really know what he might collect. It just seems to her that a gentleman who collects things cannot be dangerous. Weston Nicolet, cousin to Lady Valor and heir presumptive to the duke, has been raised by Lord Ledderbey on the Cornwall coast since his parents died. Lately, he and his valet have been taking his sloop, The Athena, out at night to harass French frigates. After word gets back to him that the French might make a landing to put an end to his adventures, he realizes he must get Lord Ledderbey away from the danger. He need not look too hard for a house, as the Duke of Pelham, who has never once bothered to write to him, has gone so far as to rent him a house on Grosvenor Square. Weston does not like it, but to London they will go. A lady wishing to remove all danger from her life and a gentleman who regularly sails out to find it could not be less suited. But on the other hand, perhaps both of them have some things to learn about life. Tropes You'll Love: Opposites Attract Reluctant Debutante Protective Hero Family Connection Fish Out of Water Sweet Romance / Closed Door

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By the time I was eleven, my Irish Nana and I had formed a book club of sorts. On a timetable only known to herself, Nana would grab her blackthorn walking stick and steam down to the local Woolworth's. There, she would buy the latest Barbara Cartland romance, hurry home to read it accompanied by viciously strong wine, (Wild Irish Rose, if you're wondering) and then pass the book on to me. Though I was not particularly interested in real boys yet, I was very interested in the gentlemen in those stories-daring, bold, and often enraging and unaccountable. After my Barbara Cartland phase, I went on to Georgette Heyer, Jane Austen and so many other gifted authors blessed with the ability to bring the Georgian and Regency eras to life.I would like nothing more than to time travel back to the Regency (and time travel back to my twenties as long as we're going somewhere) to take my chances at a ball. Who would take the first? Who would escort me into supper? What sort of meaningful looks would be exchanged? I would hope, having made the trip, to encounter a gentleman who would give me a very hard time. He ought to be vexatious in the extreme, and worth every vexation, to make the journey worthwhile.I most likely won't be able to work out the time travel gambit, so I will content myself with writing stories of adventure and romance in my beloved time period. There are lives to be created, marvelous gowns to wear, jewels to don, instant attractions that inevitably come with a difficulty, and hearts to break before putting them back together again. In traditional Regency fashion, the action happens in a drawing room, rather than a bedroom.As I muse over what will happen next to my H and h, and wish I were there with them, I will occasionally remind myself that it's also nice to have a microwave, Netflix, cheese popcorn, and steaming hot showers.

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