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by Heather Hiestand
The sweetest gift is the hardest to unwrap. . .
Lady Victoria Allen-Hill never dreamed she’d be a widow at twenty-one–let alone a virgin. Her father insists that she attend a matchmaking house party in the snow-covered seaside town of Pevensey in hopes she’ll find a suitable husband. But for Victoria, it’s an opportunity to indulge in a passionate affair–and the handsome inventor she meets at the Christmas Eve masquerade ball may be just the man for the job. . .
Lewis Noble is the cousin of London’s famed Redcake sisters, so it almost stands to reason that he’s just as irresistible as one of their sugar-iced pastries. Lewis catches the eye of every woman at the party–but Victoria is the only one who catches his. He won’t be tied down in her father’s business, but watching other men court her amid a flurry of engagements ignites a jealousy he’s never felt before. A dose of honesty may be just the thing to mend their broken hearts–for many holidays to come. . .
“Before I realized it, the unusually strong and well-developed characters of The Kidnapped Bride had sneaked up on me and captured my full attention. This is one of the best shorter books I have ever read.” –Delle Jacobs, author of Lady Wicked
“A delightful, sexy glimpse into Victorian life and loving with two wonderfully non-traditional lovers.” –Jessa Slade, author of Dark Prince’s Desire on His Wicked Smile
“I do not blame you for wanting to wear a pretty gown,” Lewis said.” You are too young to dress like a crow, even if you are a widow. I’m sure your mask will have the intended effect of hiding your identity, for most people.”
But not for him, who had known her somewhat intimately. She felt her bodice constrict as she tried to draw a deep breath.
“Your costume is exquisite,” he observed, his gaze lingering on her exposed bosom.
“I didn’t see you all day.” His gaze heated her, reminding her of what they might have shared the night before, if only they hadn’t been interrupted.
“I was busy with the earl.” His gaze drifted down her skirts and back up again.
“I was sorry we were disturbed last night.”
His gaze fastened on her face, his eyes widening.
She should not have been so bold, but then again, her words were far less bold than her actions had been. He smiled, giving him a hint of boyish naughtiness.
“I am sorry, too,” he said. “But Eddy sleeps in my dressing room.”
“I don’t suppose there is a lock on that door.”
He chuckled. “I can’t lock the boy in. What if there was a fire?”
“I share my bed with Penelope. I didn’t expect house parties to be so complicated.” She made a face. How did people manage? And had she really just spoken so frankly? She had exposed her naïveté, true, but also her lust.
“I was honored by the attempt.” He glanced down at her wrist. “May I?”
Heather Hiestand was born in Illinois, but her family migrated west before she started school. Since then she has claimed Washington State as home, except for a few years in California. She wrote her first story at age seven and went on to major in creative writing at the University of Washington. Her first published fiction was a mystery short story, but since then it has been all about the many flavors of romance. Heather’s first published romance short story was set in the Victorian period, and she continues to return, fascinated by the rapid changes of the nineteenth century. The author of many novels, novellas, and short stories, she has achieved best-seller status at Amazon and Barnes and Noble. With her husband and son, she makes her home in a small town and supposedly works out of her tiny office, though she mostly writes in her easy chair in the living room.
For more information, visit Heather’s website at www.heatherhiestand.com. Heather loves to hear from readers! Her email is email@example.com.
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