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The Brazen Beauties Book 3

Historical Romance, Regency Romance

Date Published: March 21st, 2023

 

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He’s a powerful landowner…

She’s an irresistible wallflower…

For nearly a year, Victoria Leighton has shut out the world. Her sole focus
has been on paying off the debt she inherited from her husband and securing
a comfortable income. Unaccustomed to independence, to stepping out into
Society and getting noticed, she ignores the cravings of her heart. Until a
stranger arrives on her doorstep and presents her with a daring
invitation.

Colin West hates complications. But when he seeks shelter from a storm and
meets a reclusive widow, instinct compels him to save her from her
self-imposed prison. Soon, he’s hosting a house party and doing his
best not to fall for the quick-witted lady. To do so would be disastrous.
For if the scars he received in war have taught him anything, it is that he
is incapable of instilling desire in any woman, never mind
love…

 

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Mr. Grier and the Governess, Book Two

Mr. West and The Widow , Book Three

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Colin strode from his room, descended the stairs, and made his way to the library. He paused immediately to the left of the open doorway, took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and positioned himself so the ruined side of his face remained out of view as he entered the room.

It took him a moment to find Mrs. Leighton. Slight of build, she stood to the right of the door, her attention fixed on a book she’d pulled from one of the shelves. Although her back was partially turned toward him, there was no denying her beauty. Not even at this angle. 

Auburn tresses swept into a loose knot afforded him with a view of her neck, of the delicate bone at the top of her spine as she bowed her head to read. A stray strand of hair lay against that unblemished skin, infusing him with a most bizarre need to tuck it back into place. 

He shook himself free from the notion and gave the open door a gentle knock. 

With a small start and a swift glance over her shoulder to see who was there, she turned. “Mr. West. Thank you for agreeing to join me.”

Colin stared at her. It was impossible not to when the hesitant smile she offered lent an almost angelic innocence to her appearance. He’d thought her beautiful when he’d first seen her, partially covered in mud. Now, he acknowledged, she was much more than that. 

This woman, with her almond shaped eyes fringed by long sooty lashes and with a pair of rosy lips parted as if in question, was utterly divine. 

Her slender body, gently curved beneath the black folds of her bombazine gown, hid what he imagined to be a pair of dainty ankles and–

“Mr. West?”

He blinked at the realization that he was admiring the tips of her slippers while wondering about her toes. Idiot. He snapped his gaze back to hers and cleared his throat. “Thank you for inviting me into your home.”

That hesitant smile curved upward with added warmth, dimpling her cheeks. “I’m glad I did or Jasper and I would likely have been worse off.”

A shudder raked through him. 

“Surely not. Mr. Reynolds would have found you both eventually.” He considered her obvious state of mourning and told himself not to pry. Ignoring the voice of reason he asked, “I trust there’s no husband to speak of?”

A long inhale was followed by a deep exhalation, as though she needed additional air to steady herself. “He died nearly a year ago.”

“I’m sorry.” He was a cad for making her state what he’d suspected to be the case, for making her address the loss she’d suffered. And it had been a loss. Her anguished expression proved it.

She held his gaze until the silence became pronounced before suddenly dropping the book she’d been holding onto the table where Sense and Sensibility still remained. An awkward pause followed, then she seemed to collect herself and gestured toward the armchairs. “Please, come have a seat. There’s tea if you like.”

Her artlessness suggested she was unused to entertaining guests. A strange occurrence in an upper-class woman who didn’t look more than five and thirty.

Accepting her invitation, Colin crossed to the proffered seat. As he passed her, he took a deep breath and was instantly struck by the sweet, fragrant scent that swirled in the air around her. It was like peonies after a cool spring shower – an understated perfume that served to enhance the allure of the wearer rather than overwhelm them.

As far as Colin was concerned, it was tempting as hell and a blatant contrast to the bolder scent of roses worn by his mistress, Isabella. 

He took his seat and waited for Mrs. Leighton to do the same, then watched with interest as she served the tea – first his cup and then her own. Her hands, he noted, were delicately formed with slender fingers that quivered ever so slightly beneath the weight of the pot, until several drops missed the cup they were meant for and stained the white cloth that covered the table.

“Forgive me.” She set the pot aside and reached for a napkin with which to dab at the mess. “I’m not accustomed to having visitors, though I dare say that’s no excuse for clumsiness.”

“It’s as good as any.” He raised his cup and sipped his tea.

“You’re too kind.” This was said without glancing in his direction. Followed immediately by, “I wish there were more I could do to repay you.”

“For not minding about the spill?” 

“No. Of course not.” A nervous chuckle escaped her. She took a quick sip of her own tea, then sent him a hesitant glance. “For ensuring my livelihood. As you may have noted, the situation here at Leighton House is not the best. But Jasper will change that, I’m sure. Which is why I’m doubly grateful to you for saving him.”

Colin knit his brow. He wasn’t quite sure how a cross-breed like Jasper would improve upon Mrs. Leighton’s finances. “If it’s not too bold of me to ask, what do you expect of Jasper, exactly?”

“He’s a truffle dog,” Mrs. Leighton declared. “One of the finest ever bred in these parts, according to the man from whom I bought him.”

Colin almost forgot himself and turned directly toward her. He stopped at the last second, his posture stiff as he carefully asked, “You know the seller well?”

“No, not at all. I think he was a traveling salesman.”

“And he convinced you to purchase Jasper.” Anger was quickly brewing inside him. There were no worse creatures upon this earth than those who took advantage of others. And as unfortunate as it was, Mrs. Leighton had clearly been conned.

“It seemed like a good investment.” She sent him a swift glance accompanied by a weak smile. “Granted, I know very little about truffle hunting, but I’m certain I can learn. The important thing is for me to acquire additional income, and with Jasper already trained to–”

“Jasper is no such thing,” Colin said. He stood, his jerky movements rattling the china. “That dog will never find a single damn truffle.”

“But…but…”

“He’s all wrong for that sort of work. For one thing, he’s not a poodle, a spaniel, or a setter, besides which truffle dogs are obedient and extraordinarily clever. They do not run off and get stuck in water-logged holes during storms.”

Mrs. Leighton stared at him, her eyes as wide as Steven’s had been at the tavern. The slightest gasp let Colin know that it was indeed his misshapen face, not his words, that prompted this reaction. Because he’d forgotten himself after all and in his frustration, he’d turned to her directly, allowing her to see the scarring that puckered his skin and made him look beastly. 

About the Author

Sophie Barnes

USA Today Bestselling Author, Sophie Barnes, has spent her youth traveling
with her parents to wonderful places all around the world. She’s lived in
five different countries, on three different continents, and speaks Danish,
English, French, Spanish and Romanian with varying degrees of fluency.

She has studied design in Paris and New York and has a bachelor’s degree
from Parson’s School of design, but most impressive of all – she’s been
married to the same man three times, in three different countries and in
three different dresses.

While living in Africa, Sophie turned to her lifelong passion –
writing.

When she’s not busy, dreaming up her next romance novel, Sophie enjoys
spending time with her family. She currently lives on the East Coast.

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The Brazen Beauties Book 3

Historical Romance, Regency Romance

Date Published: March 21st, 2023

 

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He’s a powerful landowner…

She’s an irresistible wallflower…

For nearly a year, Victoria Leighton has shut out the world. Her sole focus
has been on paying off the debt she inherited from her husband and securing
a comfortable income. Unaccustomed to independence, to stepping out into
Society and getting noticed, she ignores the cravings of her heart. Until a
stranger arrives on her doorstep and presents her with a daring
invitation.

Colin West hates complications. But when he seeks shelter from a storm and
meets a reclusive widow, instinct compels him to save her from her
self-imposed prison. Soon, he’s hosting a house party and doing his
best not to fall for the quick-witted lady. To do so would be disastrous.
For if the scars he received in war have taught him anything, it is that he
is incapable of instilling desire in any woman, never mind
love…

 

The Brazen Beauties Series

 

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Mr. Dale and The Divorcée, Book One

Mr. Grier and the Governess, Book Two

Mr. West and The Widow , Book Three

Series on Amazon

About the Author

Sophie Barnes

USA Today Bestselling Author, Sophie Barnes, has spent her youth traveling
with her parents to wonderful places all around the world. She’s lived in
five different countries, on three different continents, and speaks Danish,
English, French, Spanish and Romanian with varying degrees of fluency.

She has studied design in Paris and New York and has a bachelor’s degree
from Parson’s School of design, but most impressive of all – she’s been
married to the same man three times, in three different countries and in
three different dresses.

While living in Africa, Sophie turned to her lifelong passion –
writing.

When she’s not busy, dreaming up her next romance novel, Sophie enjoys
spending time with her family. She currently lives on the East Coast.

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Historical Romance

Date Published: February 14, 2023

 

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A fated love destined to test their devotion…

 

When Lady Lilliana gets stuck in a hole and Mr. Tristan Henley comes to her
rescue, sparks immediately fly. Unfortunately, instead of being a fellow
peer, Mr. Henley is merely a valet. So as much as Lilliana would like to
pursue a romantic attachment with him, she must refrain, lest she ruin her
reputation. Something she probably should have considered before she
welcomed his kisses.

Intent on supporting his family, Tristan seeks employment, only to fall for
a woman he knows he cannot have. Lady Lilliana is everything he could
possibly dream of in a life partner. But pursuing her could spell disaster
for them both. Because the last thing Tristan needs is the complication
he’ll have to deal with if she discovers he’s not who he claims
to be.

About the Author

Sophie Barnes

USA Today Bestselling Author, Sophie Barnes, has spent her youth traveling
with her parents to wonderful places all around the world. She’s lived in
five different countries, on three different continents, and speaks Danish,
English, French, Spanish and Romanian with varying degrees of fluency.

She has studied design in Paris and New York and has a bachelor’s degree
from Parson’s School of design, but most impressive of all – she’s been
married to the same man three times, in three different countries and in
three different dresses.

While living in Africa, Sophie turned to her lifelong passion –
writing.

When she’s not busy, dreaming up her next romance novel, Sophie enjoys
spending time with her family. She currently lives on the East Coast.

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Historical romance – Victorian

Date Published: November 22nd

 

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How can he build a future with a woman whose father ruined his life?

Having recently suffered the death of her father, Rosamund Parker faces an
uncertain future. Intent on retaining her independence, she plans to invest
her modest inheritance. But the man whose help she seeks is as infuriating
as he is handsome. For reasons she can’t comprehend, he’s set on thwarting
her at every turn, even as he tempts her with kisses she ought not
want.

Matthew Clarke needs funding for his locomotive business, but he’ll not
accept it from the Earl of Stoneburrow’s daughter. As far as Matthew’s
concerned, that entire family can go hang. Unfortunately, Lady Rosamund
seems to pop up wherever he goes. Ignoring the fire she stirs in him becomes
an increasing challenge. But surrendering to it could prove disastrous. It
could in fact ruin both their lives…

About the Author

Sophie Barnes

USA TODAY bestselling author Sophie Barnes spent her youth traveling with
her parents to wonderful places all around the world. She’s lived in
five different countries, on three different continents, and speaks Danish,
English, French, Spanish, and Romanian with varying degrees of fluency. But,
most impressive of all, she’s been married to the same man three
times—in three different countries and in three different
dresses.

When she’s not busy dreaming up her next romance novel, Sophie enjoys
spending time with her family, swimming, cooking, gardening, watching
romantic comedies and, of course, reading.

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The Brazen Beauties, Book 2

 

Regency Romance

Date Published: July 26th, 2022

 

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He’s the dutiful guardian…

She’s the breath of fresh air he needs…

 

Olivia Poole knows her time for marriage has passed, so she accepts the
position of governess to Mr. Grier’s ward. However, she cannot reject
the vow she once made her sister – that she would live her life to the
fullest. Armed with a list they created together, she determines to honor
her promise. But being a governess and an adventuress isn’t so easy.
Least of all when the only man she would ever consider for her last
challenge happens to be her employer.

Although Grayson Grier mourns the loss of his rakish days, he is determined
to do right by his ward. But when he meets Miss Poole, the prim and proper
governess seeking employment, something about her begs to be challenged.
Ignoring his better judgment for once, Grayson hires her on the spot –
a decision destined to tempt him at every turn. For what he did not
anticipate was her list, or the fact that his name would be on it. Right
next to kissing…

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He’s a respectable barrister…

She’s the most scandalous woman in England…

Wilhelmina Hewitt knows she’s in for a rough ride when she agrees to
help her husband get a divorce. Nothing, however, prepares her for the
regret of meeting Mr. Dale on the eve of her downfall. No other man has ever
sent her heart racing as he does. Unfortunately, while she’ll soon be
free to engage in a new relationship, no upstanding gentleman will have
her.

James Dale would never pursue another man’s wife. Or a woman reputed
to be a deceitful adulteress. Furious with himself for letting the lovely
Mrs. Hewitt charm him, he strives to keep his distance. But when her
daughter elopes with his son, they’re forced into a partnership where
passion ignites. And James soon wonders if there might be more to the
divorcée than meets the eye.

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CHAPTER ONE

Somerset, 1820

Numbed by the cold, by the final loss that now gave her freedom, and the guilt this awareness stirred in her breast, Olivia Poole stared at the head-stone before her. A frosty March drizzle dampened her black cloak. The smell of wet leaves and dirt teased her nose. Extending one hand, she traced the names adorning the uneven granite, the last one freshly carved. 

Jonathan Mathis Poole. 

A tear or two would be expected – a welcome relief even – but she had no more to shed. She’d spilled them all when death had reached out for her beloved sister, Agnes, thirteen years earlier. Her mother had died two years later, and now Olivia stood in the churchyard again, bidding her final farewell to her father, the vicar. 

Most men rushed to marry off their daughters to reduce the financial burden on the rest of the family. 

But Papa had been different. Instead of considering daughters a disadvantage, he’d used them to plan for the future. A vicar was after all installed for life. Retire-ment wasn’t an option unless he had the means to hire a curate who could assist him with his duties. And since Papa’s parish was poor and his salary meager, he’d worried about the cost, which would be paid out of his own pocket. 

Hands balled at her sides, Olivia swallowed that thought and stared at the ground. Flowers, already drooping, adorned the newly dug grave. Did she miss him? No. A twinge of renewed guilt pierced her heart as she read his name. Distant, devout, and unforgiving, Jonathan Poole had been a hard man to love. But there was one thing for which Olivia would always thank him, and that was his insistence that she receive a broad education. 

As much as she’d loathed the strictness with which each lesson had been delivered, she was grateful now for the knowledge he had imparted to her. His reason for teaching her Latin, German, and French, for ensuring she was mathematically skilled, no longer mattered. For although she was now five and thirty, unmarried and without prospects, he had, in his effort to save the cost of hiring a curate, given her the tools with which to make something of herself. 

Intent on making the fresh start she not only needed but knew she deserved, Olivia picked up her travelling bag and turned away from the past. With steady footfalls she followed the wet gravel path out onto the street. It was time for her to live, not only for her own sake, but for Agnes’s too. 

She gripped her bag as she approached the inn, hastening her steps when she spotted the coach. Water dripped from the brim of her bonnet, and in her hurry she stepped into a puddle. The icy water seeped inside one of her half–boots and soaked her wool stocking. 

“Drat.” 

Setting her jaw she ignored the discomfort. Just a few more strides and she’d reach the coach. Her hand dove into her pocket, retrieving the ticket she’d purchased the previous day. 

“Will you be passing through Varney?” she asked a man who was in the process of loading bags. She wanted to verify that she had the right coach. Having never left Treadmire before and with only a few funds at her disposal, she’d no desire to end up in the wrong part of the country. 

He shoved a trunk into the boot, then peered at her from beneath the wide brim of his hat while raindrops slid over his shoulders, glossing the capes on his greatcoat. “Aye.” 

“And you’re one of the coachmen?” Just to be sure she’d approached the right person. 

“That I am.” 

Olivia took a step forward and held out her ticket, the paper sagging between her wet fingers. “Will you be able to drop me off at Sutton Hall?” 

He nodded and glanced at her bag. “I can pack that in with the rest if ye like. Or ye can keep it in yer lap.” 

Olivia paused to consider. Her stomach twisted at the idea of letting her only belongings out of her sight. 

“I’ll keep it in my lap.” 

“Suit yerself.” The man pulled the brim of his hat a bit lower and strode to the front of the coach where he placed one foot on the step. “Ye’d best get in if ye want to come with us.” 

Propelled by a mixture of dread and excitement, Olivia pulled the door open. Four passengers, crammed inside the confined space, greeted her with varying degrees of curiosity. Recognizing the Brennants and Mr. Marsh, all parishioners, Olivia offered a smile in the hope they’d be willing to make some room. 

“You can squeeze in next to me,” Mrs. Brennant offered after a moment. She was a robust woman, roughly twenty years Olivia’s senior. Her husband, a broad–shouldered fellow, flattened his mouth but said nothing. Olivia was grateful, for although Mr. Marsh and the younger man who occupied the bench across from the Brennants were slimmer, Olivia would much prefer sitting next to another woman. 

“Thank you.” Olivia climbed inside, squeezed herself into the tiny slot of a space she’d been allocated, bag in lap, and barely managed to shut the door before the conveyance rocked into motion. 

“Where are you off to, Miss Poole?” Mrs. Brennant inquired while Olivia clasped her chilled hands to her mouth, attempting to breathe warm air onto them. 

“To Varney,” Olivia told her. 

“Varney?” Mr. Marsh frowned. “What’s in Varney?” 

“Opportunity,” Olivia said, realizing belatedly that she’d rather not share her dire circumstances with the Treadmire townsfolk. She sighed in response to the unspoken expectation that she elaborate further. “I plan to seek a position advertised in the paper.” 

“But…” Mrs. Brennant’s voice faltered. She shifted her shoulder, pressing Olivia into the side of the coach as it rounded a corner and picked up speed. 

Water droplets on the glass hampered Olivia’s vision when she glanced toward the river where she and Agnes had learned to swim. Her heart gave a squeeze as the coach clattered across the bridge. 

“Your father was a vicar,” Mrs. Brennant added. “A gentleman, by all accounts.” 

Torn away from the view at those words, Olivia clutched her bag more fiercely. These people, save the stranger of course, had been at the service. They’d offered their condolences and had welcomed Papa’s replacement who’d arrived last week. But even though the Pooles had been a part of Treadmire for well over thirty years, they’d mostly kept to themselves. Neither the Brennants nor Mr. Marsh could know what life had been like behind the vicarage doors. 

Olivia swallowed. “Social rank doesn’t always constitute wealth, Mrs. Brennant.” 

“No, I don’t suppose it does.” 

Thankfully, nothing more was said on the matter. 

 

About the Author

Sophie Barnes

USA TODAY bestselling author Sophie Barnes spent her youth traveling with
her parents to wonderful places all around the world. She’s lived in five
different countries, on three different continents, and speaks Danish,
English, French, Spanish, and Romanian with varying degrees of fluency. But,
most impressive of all, she’s been married to the same man three
times—in three different countries and in three different
dresses.

When she’s not busy dreaming up her next romance novel, Sophie enjoys
spending time with her family, swimming, cooking, gardening, watching
romantic comedies and, of course, reading.

 

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