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Read Chapter One of 'A May Day Code for Love'
The Honorable Miss Ella Evans tightened her grip on the carriage seat as the driver sped around the corner. Her companion, Lady Gwyneth Ashworth, laughed after the sudden lurch. “I can’t believe that my brother sent his driver to summon you. This must be urgent by the way Jenkins is driving.”
Unlike Gwyneth, Ella wasn’t amused by the manner in which she had been rushed out of her final May Day gown fitting and was now hurtling through the streets of Mayfair. She had been summoned by Lord Cordelier Rathbourne.
Lord Rathbourne, Gwyneth’s older brother, was reputed to be the most powerful man in England, next to the king, and rumor was that the king relied heavily on Lord Rathbourne’s counsel. What possible reason could he want with her?
A distinguished gentleman named Barter, with graying at his temple and a slight limp in his gait, had arrived unexpectedly at the modiste shop. He was polite but insistent that Lord Rathbourne demanded Ella’s immediate presence at his Mayfair residence. Within minutes, she and Gwyneth were whisked into the carriage. And despite Gwyneth’s prodding, the man who now sat with the Jenkins on the top of the carriage divulged nothing about the reason behind her summons.
“But why in heaven’s sake would Lord Rathbourne want to see me urgently? I only know him because of my acquaintance with you. And how did he know that I was at my fitting for my May Day gowns?”
“This must have to do with Ash. I told him this morning that I was meeting you for your final fitting for the May Day Ball in Southend-on-Sea. He was headed to a meeting with my brother. Nothing else makes sense.”
Ella and Gwyneth had debuted together. Gwyneth, a gorgeous and outrageous woman, had befriended Ella. Without Gwyneth’s friendship, Ella, the daughter of a country baron who preferred his horses and hounds, with no desire for lofty social connections, would have remained a wallflower.
Gwyneth was a whirling dervish of energy, and once one came under her care, she remained a steadfast and loyal friend. As soon as the women realized that neither were interested in making a match, they became allies and friends. They both were in love with their childhood neighbors and no other man interested them.
Without Gwyneth, Ella’s two seasons would have been a depressing affair. Once the gentlemen realized that Gwyneth and Ella weren’t interested in playing coy games or trying to marry any of them, they accepted the women into their inner circle as friends.
Gwyneth went on to capture the love of her childhood hero, the older and dashing Lord Ashworth. Unlike Ella, whose childhood love, Viscount Malden, hadn’t been as loyal or steadfast.
“Your brother works for the Crown. What possible reason could he have for wanting a meeting with me? My father barely leaves Watford. And I know nothing of the government workings. I spend my days writing. I barely venture into society.”
“Cord never solicits people for random reasons. He wants something from you. And it must have to do with your travel to Southend-on-Sea. It’s the only thing that is reasonable. If I weren’t enceinte”—Gwyneth patted her rounded abdomen, barely noticeable through her tangerine moiré pelisse on her tall, lean frame—“I’d join you.”
“You can’t make the journey in your condition. Although not a great distance, the roads to Southend-on-Sea are rough through the countryside.” Ella suppressed her envious feelings for her dear friend’s happy marriage and her upcoming child.
“Ash is acting medieval. He was upset by the idea of me accompanying you to this morning’s fitting. As if I’d endanger this little one.” Gwyneth’s long fingers encircled the curve of her belly. “But I had to make sure that you will be the most beautiful woman at the ball and that Algy will regret his stupidity in not pursuing you and marrying that codfish instead.”
“Lady Ethel is very sweet.” Ella had resigned herself to the idea that when the time came, Algy would marry a young debutante. Lady Ethel was the niece of a duke and her mother was a cousin removed to the king.
Gwyneth snorted. “She’s not sweet. She’s calculating, but you’re too nice to see what the woman is like underneath all those red curls. According to my Aunt Euphemia, who has the dit on everyone and everything, Lady Ethel placed herself in a compromising position to force your Algy to marry her. The delay in announcing the engagement may mean that Algy is negotiating with her father for a sum of money instead. I know that Lord Wolfson’s estate is failing.”
Ella couldn’t stop her heart whizzing at the idea that Algy might not marry. She also couldn’t prevent her disgust with herself that she still cared. For three years, she had hoped and pined while Algy went on his merry way, gambling and carousing.
“Your Aunt Euphemia is the best at ferreting out information. I’m glad that she was always on our side.”
During their two seasons, Aunt Euphemia had squashed any rumors when Ella and Gwyneth skated a bit too close to impropriety. Of course, Gwyneth was from one of the oldest and most respected families of the realm. She was allowed a certain amount of leeway.
Gwyneth’s chocolate brown eyes gleamed with appreciation.
“You would know if you ever left your townhouse. I’m glad that you’re attending the celebration. It is time to put your past behind you.”
“I hadn’t planned to attend. I’ve avoided the earl’s May Day celebration for the last few years.” She’d rather be anywhere than reliving the memories of the night she had lain in Algy’s arms, convinced they would marry. “My father has summoned me since my absence would be considered a slight to the earl. With a grand ball, everyone assumes that Algy’s engagement will be announced.”
“You will outshine every lady, including Lady Ethel. I wish I could see your Algy’s face when you make your entrance in your magnificent gown. Amelia outdid herself.”
“Amelia was so kind to take time away from her painting to design my dress. I’ll never be able to repay her.” Amelia had chosen a dusky pink silk fabric that celebrated spring and seemed to bring out the turquoise in Ella’s blue eyes. The low cut of the dress was a bit daring. With the encouragement of Gwyneth and Amelia, Ella decided to push the limits of propriety. Since she was considered a spinster, why not become a dashing spinster? And though her friends never said, she was sure they understood her need to make Algy regret his choice.
“Just make Algy green with envy.”
“He’s not my Algy. Never was. Only in my most naïve young girl’s dreams.”
Gwyneth patted Ella’s hand. “I know it will be difficult to have all the memories stirred up, but revenge is sweet.”
Ella didn’t want to discuss Algy any longer. She had wasted too much time on the insufferable man already. “What business could your brother have in Southend-on-Sea? Except for the Earl of Essex’s summer estate, there is little there of interest but beach-strolling and fishing.”
“We shall soon find out. But you’d better prepare yourself for my brother and my husband. They are both overpowering men who aren’t used to having anyone say ‘no’ to them. My sister-in-law has helped soften my imperious brother, and I was making headway with Ash until my pregnancy, but now he is back to his bossy, overbearing ways. They will try to bend you to their will. Remember, you always have a choice. And I’ll stand by you.”
Chills went up her spine. “You’re hinting at something. What can they ask me to do? You seem to have some sense of this. Please explain.”
“Southend-on-Sea is on the southeast coast across from France. We are at war with France. My brother works for the war effort. I expect that whatever he plans to ask will involve fighting the French.”
“Fighting the French?” Ella choked. Even for Gwyneth, this was a jump of imagination.
“That is what we’re about to find out.” Gwyneth chuckled. “This is the most excitement I’ve had in months. The pregnancy has made me so tired and out of sorts that I’ve been napping endlessly. But the idea of you embarking on adventure is very good for my spirits, even if I can’t accompany you.”
Her unabashed friend had no fears. Ella could imagine Gwyneth brandishing a sword to fight off the French invaders. Ella liked writing heroines who battled danger but wasn’t sure if she was up for the task in real life. But she would never shirk her responsibility to her country. She would do what she could to the best of her abilities to keep the land safe and free against the French. But what could she possibly offer to battle their enemies?
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A Code of Honor now on audio
A Code of Honor, book 6 in my Regency romantic suspense series, the Code Breakers, is now available on audio. Narrated by Pearl Hewitt, the story becomes a whole new experience to enjoy!
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Enter the emotional, suspenseful Regency world of USA Today best-selling author Jacki Delecki’s Code Breakers spy series. Undaunted by danger or scandal, these intrepid lords and ladies discover true love as they risk it all to save England from Napoleon’s treacherous designs.
Duty before desire…honor before truth.
Miss Abigail Lyon wants an education, not a husband. A respectable match would redeem her family’s besmirched reputation from her sister’s scandalous elopement, although surely none of the ton’s eligible bachelors count curiosity as a desirable trait in a wife. Abbie finds herself confronting an offer that may be too good to be true.
Jack Bonnington is a rake turned spy, recruited by the Crown to ferret out a traitor. To provide a cover for his clandestine mission, he must pursue the very brilliant and beautiful Miss Abigail. The ruse takes a dangerous turn when they discover their secret is at risk of being exposed. Is the heightened passion a pretense or a prelude to something more dangerous? Can a man bound by honor to his country and a woman ensnared by duty to her family accomplish an impossible mission that gives them the freedom to love and live as they choose?
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Snowed in with a Rogue Release Day!
It’s release day for Snowed in with a Rogue, the multi-author Regency romance holiday anthology which includes an all-new Code Breakers holiday novella. Read Chapter One from A CODE OF WONDER and then download the box set.
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Chapter One
December,1803
Rural England
Nicholas Balthasar Trentham, Earl of Wessex, sprawled in the rickety chair, propped his feet on the table, and took another swig of ale, the best the Dragon and Cock had to offer. Peering through the soiled window, he watched the clouds blowing across the sky. A winter storm was brewing. If he didn’t leave immediately, he’d be forced to spend the night. He had stayed in worse places, but, at those times, he had always been deep in his cups.
Anger and resentment swirled in his gut like the beginning snow flurries outside. The ale wasn’t dimming the memories. It had been over a year since his father, the old earl died, and he still hadn’t gone home, if you could call Wemberly Abbey a home. It hadn’t been home since his mother had died in childbirth, trying to bear a spare heir for his father.
He had impulsively decided to return to his estate after becoming thoroughly bored with the holiday parties. Bored with his last mistress, bored with his drunken friends, bored with society; he didn’t need to affect ennui to be fashionable. None of his usual pursuits piqued his interest.
What half-witted reason drove him to want to be at the estate for the holidays? Refusing any form of introspection, he sat upright, yearning for action. If any of his disreputable friends got wind that the rogue Nash longed for the holiday spirit of his childhood he’d be ridiculed out of his clubs.
Disgusted by his self-pitying thoughts, he resolved to return to town. He’d spend the holidays staggering from party to party. It was better than being alone during the holidays with no siblings, no family but distant cousins. Lady Stafford had been hinting for months, and perhaps he’d succumb to her advances since it had been a month since he ended his affair with Genevieve.
As he scanned the darkening sky, motion from a window at the adjacent inn caught his attention.
Someone was trying to escape without paying his bill.
An arse molded into tight riding breeches backed out of the open window. His rake’s eyes rapidly recognized the shape, firmness, and the perfect size for a man’s hands. If his tastes were anything to be trusted, this was not a man’s arse.
He watched her slow, slithering descent down the building, her blond curls swirling around her shoulders. His blood stirred, and his mind raced with possibilities.
This trip had just got interesting. Why was this sweet thing in breeches attempting an escape? He stood and reached for his box coat.
Despite his debauched ways, he remained a gentleman. And the little vixen needed further exploration. He needed to uncover the reasons for the lady’s hasty departure…not a lady by her costume, though. Ladies were so boring, whereas…
Swinging his coat over his shoulders, he watched her as she cautiously lowered her feet to the ground. His blood heated with the arousing sway of her hips. The vision of him peeling her out of the breeches and anything she might be wearing underneath, had him hardening.
Loud shouts shocked him out of his carnal daydream as two men rushed from the back of the inn. Like a trapped animal, she froze with her hands on the first-floor windowsill. A burly bearded man grabbed her, jerking her from the sill before backhanding her. His short wiry companion smiled as she staggered from the force of his impact.
Nash dropped his coat and ran to intervene. His need to bloody the brute who touched her beat through him in a deadly rhythm. They were dragging her by her arms toward the stable as he rounded the corner. Her head hung between her slumped shoulders. Every muscle tightened into killing mode. They would pay a painful price for hurting her.
“Stop!” His voice echoed in the narrow alley between the two buildings.
The men turned toward him, dropping their victim. She pushed herself upright, giving him a view of her pale, heart-shaped face bruised by the violence. Corkscrew curls hung over one eye. She and the men stared at him, creating a strange tableau in the whirling flurries. And his protective instinct roared in defense of this beautiful, fragile creature.
Her attacker spat French out of the side of his mouth as he slowly moved forward. The skinny one reached into his boot for his dagger. A little knife play with two against one. Now the fun would begin. Too bad none of his cronies were here to bet on who would be the victor. Watching the men spread out to attack from both sides, Nash rolled onto his toes and waited. This was child’s play. His fighting skills were well-honed from boxing at Oxford to brawling in the alleys of the East End.
Pea-brain sans front teeth waited, knife in hand, while his heavy-breathing partner stepped within striking distance, his ham-sized fists clenching and unclenching as he swore in French. Nash smiled to hear himself called an English “putain.” He had been called a lot worse than an “English whore.”
Nash’s wide grin stopped the man momentarily. In the thug’s brief hesitation, Nash punched him in the face, shattering his broad nose. The man raised his hands to stop the spurting blood, giving Nash the perfect opening. Nash delivered the full strength of his fourteen stone behind his fist to the soft gut. With the idiot bent over, Nash raised his knee to finish him off. Screaming, the bastard dropped to the ground, grabbing his balls as he fell into a curled heap.
The partner lurched forward, his blade raised high to reach Nash. In one quick swirl, Nash twisted to confront him, but not quick enough to stop the fast slash across his arm. The sight of blood and a long tear in his linen shirt infuriated Nash. He charged the smaller man, wrenched his arm and twisted it with all his force to hear the brittle sound of the break.
Nash raised an eyebrow and asked in French, “Do you wish to end up like your friend?”
Cradling his broken forearm, the man shook his head.
Nash, maintaining his focus on the man, bent and picked up the knife.
Blood lust roared through him. He knew the perfect solution for this manly ailment, and it involved a sweet derriere and blond curls. He scanned the alley for the damsel in distress.
He strode toward the stable, ignoring the pain in his arm, and envisioned her ministering to all his pressing needs.
The sound of beating hooves echoed in the narrow lane behind the inn.
Skirting around the corner, Nash froze.
The woman was on his mount, racing toward the road. The bloody woman had stolen his horse.
Too impatient to wait for the stablemaster, Nash jumped on an unsaddled gray-speckled gelding and gave chase. No one was able to handle the skittish Ace of Spades except for him. She wouldn’t make it out of the village without Ace shaking her off. And he’d be there to rescue her. Again.
She was racing east on the road out of the town, bent over Ace’s neck, with no saddle or bridle, clinging to his mane. He wasn’t sure what was more shocking—that she had remained on the stallion as long as she had, or that Ace was tolerating her on his back.
What trouble had this tiny woman gotten herself into that forced her to steal his horse with no cloak or jacket, in the middle of an approaching storm? There was nothing ahead for miles except his estate and the small village of Wemberly. His friends would never let him forget that he had to chase a woman, weighing less than seven stone, to retrieve his horse.
The absurdity that she had the nerve to steal the Earl of Wessex’s stallion would be entertaining if not for her desperation.
Nash spurred his mount needing answers to the riddle of the woman who rode furiously ahead of him. He couldn’t close the distance. The gelding was no match for Ace’s strength and power and endurance. It was time to end this farce. And get answers he demanded.
Ace would halt with Nash’s whistle.
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MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE TO WED
Five years after her broken engagement, Madison dreads nothing more than yet another wedding–especially one she was hired to design for during the Christmas season. Gabe, the best man, would rather return to the field as an elite spec ops soldier than think about marriage. Alongside Madison’s bridezilla friend, the country wedding only gets worse when she is forced to interact with Gabe. Will the close proximity change their minds about love?
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Authors are Team Players Too
There are many quotes about writing being a solitary pursuit.
“Writing is one of the most solitary activities in the world.”
― The Alchemist
“Writing is a strange and solitary activity.”
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“I am forever an advocate of books, both the reading of them and the writing. There is something sacred to me in that community. Because writing–and reading–is a solitary business. And it’s good to know I’m not alone.”
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“It’s true that writing is a solitary occupation, but you would be surprised at how much companionship a group of imaginary characters can offer once you get to know them.”
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While the actual writing and composing of a story is a solo effort, I like Shannon Celebi’s reference to the community of those who read and write. This is particularly true for the romance genre, where readers and authors actively engage and connect through events such as book signings and Facebook parties.
Romance authors also collaborate. This makes the journey much less solitary and a whole lot more fun!
I am currently part of a multi-author project, and it’s been a great experience! We share ideas, brainstorm, and inspire each other’s creativity. The best part is that after working together as a team of authors, we’re able to share our handiwork with readers! From there, we are sharing the wealth, so to speak, with a contribution to St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital.
This project is a 10-author holiday anthology called Christmas at Mistletoe Lodge. You can preorder a copy for just 99¢. The box set will include a brand new story from my Impossible Mission series–Mission: Impossible to Wed.
Each novel in this sweet to steamy romance set has a Mistletoe Lodge, none the same, but all magical, Christmasy and full of Happily Ever After endings. Curl up in a favorite chair and treat yourself to 10 wonderful holiday romances full of Christmas trees, jingle bells and mistletoe. The box set includes new romances from:
Sabrina York
Tamara Ferguson
Jen Talty
Natalie Ann
Pam Binder
Tammy L. Grace
Jacki Delecki
Joanne Jaytanie
Kim Hornsby
Lauren Gayle
As if a holiday box set wasn’t enough fun, we also compiled a collection of holiday recipes. You can download the Christmas at Mistletoe Lodge Cookbook for FREE!
What is your favorite thing about being part of the romance reader-author community? I’d love to hear from you!
