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Thursday, March 9, 2017
Author Spotlight & Release Day Blitz ~ Historical Romance Author Maera Platt ~ Regency Ever After Box Set
Join us on a Regency adventure of love and romance with seven brand new stories by some of today’s most sought after historical romance authors in Regency Ever After: Timeless Tales and Fables 2
Stolen by My Knave by Dawn Brower
Enticed by Lady Elianna by USA Today Bestseller Amanda Mariel
The Ugly Duckling Debutante by USA Today Bestseller Meara Platt
A Diamond for a Duke by Collette Cameron
His Elusive Nightingale by USA Today Bestseller Ari Thatcher
The Fairy Palace by Sue London
Hunting for A Lady’s Heart by USA Today Bestseller Tammy Andresen
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Meara Platt is a USA Today bestselling, award winning author, and an Amazon UK All Star. Her Regency romances infuse humor and heart, and her Regency paranormal stories add just enough darkness to keep her readers intrigued.
She is happily married to her Russell Crowe look-alike husband, and they have two terrific children. She lives in one of the many great towns on Long Island, New York and loves it, except for the traffic. Her favorite place in all the world is England's Lake District, which may not come as a surprise since many of her stories are set in that idyllic landscape.
Once upon a time seven historical romance authors created a fairy tale inspired Regency world with all the romance of Regency and timelessness of fairy tales.
The Ugly Duckling Debutante by Meara Platt
Gennalyn, a lonely young woman far from home thinks of herself as an outcast, ugly duckling. But Roarke, a much sought after war hero just returned home, sees her for the beautiful swan she truly is.
Gennalyn quickly tucked her diary within the folds of her gown to hide it from view. Her heart beat a little faster as she watched Roarke Hawthorn tether his horse to a nearby tree and then stride toward her. His blond hair appeared quite golden under the sun’s rays that shone upon his head. She waited for the inevitable halo to form around his thick mane, for he looked remarkably like a mythical Greek god marching with victorious confidence down from the heavens. “Lord Hawthorn, is there a reason you’re here and not greeting your adoring throng at the manor house?”
His warm brown eyes gleamed in obvious amusement, but she couldn’t overlook the intelligence behind those dark orbs. “They can wait a little longer.” His manner was thoughtful as he knelt beside her and held out his hand, palm up, for one of the ducklings on her lap to hop on. It was a casual gesture, one that revealed much about his honorable nature, for he obviously had a gentle manner with animals. He hadn’t bellowed or raged at Sebastian even though the cantankerous bull had given him a good scare.
She’d heard he was a war hero, which probably meant he’d earned the trust and admiration of the men who’d served under him. Did this man have any faults? She was determined to find one because she hadn’t noticed any yet and didn’t want to like him. “I wish you’d go away.” The quivery catch to her voice made her wince.
His steady presence and the comfort he offered were stirring up sensations that she never dared feel again. She was surviving in her cocoon and didn’t want this well-intentioned man to shake her out of her hiding place.
“I know you don’t want me here.” He cast her a boyish grin that quickly turned into a look of tender regard. “But I’m too dense to take the hint. Why aren’t you at the party, Gennalyn? Do you have any intention of putting in an appearance?”
“No. They don’t want me around.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I’m happier out here.”
“Me too.” He set the duckling back on her lap and then stretched his lean, muscled body on the grass beside her, propping himself on his elbows while he studied her. His manner appeared casual, but she knew he was anything but that. This was a man with keen instincts, no doubt finely honed in the heat of battle, for it took more than dogged determination to stay alive while others all around you were intent on cutting short your life.
She began to fidget, all too aware that he was still looking at her. “This party is in your honor, my lord. Everyone will be quite put out if you’re late.”
He glanced at the manor house in the distance before returning his gaze to her. “They’ll manage without me a little while longer.”
“Indeed, you are dense.” Why had she captured his interest? What more could she do to push him away? That determination of his might have served him well in battle, but she didn’t appreciate that it was now turned on her. “Please run along or I’ll be blamed for your tardiness as well.”
He arched an eyebrow. “I’ll go, but only if you promise that we’ll meet again. Soon. Tomorrow. I’ll meet you in my cow pasture at midday.”
She gave a snorting laugh. “Why would you want to see me again? I’m not pretty. I’m not immensely wealthy. And I don’t like you.”
His eyebrow shot up once more and then he let out a quiet rumble of laughter. “Gennalyn, I find you refreshingly charming.”
She sighed. “No, you don’t. You find my behavior odd and think there’s a deep, compelling reason behind it that you must now discover. You’re the sort who enjoys challenging puzzles, but you’ll be disappointed. There isn’t anything mysterious or puzzling about me. Trust me on this and leave me alone. By the way, I’d rather you addressed me as Miss Beauclerk. We are not friends and I doubt we ever shall be.”
“Gennalyn,” he said with a rough and husky rumble to his voice, his amusement now vanished and only concern gleaming in his eyes, “something happened to you before you came here, something bad. It’s so obvious, your every word and manner fairly screams it.”
Her fingers trembled as she stroked the soft downy fur of one of the ducklings still curled on her lap. She shifted a little to nudge her diary closer, for she didn’t want him to notice it and discover her secrets. “What concern is it of yours, my lord?”