A New Release for the Archer Family Regency Romance Series
Love Across the Pond is now available!
I'm so pleased to announce the release of my latest book in the Archer Family Regency Romance series, Love Across the Pond. This book completes the series, which began with an American heiress Charlotte Haywood (The Unwanted Heiress) in London and now ends with Edward Archer traveling to Charleston, South Carolina to settle a property dispute for Charlotte.
But don't worry, even though this particular series is now complete, there will be other Regency romantic mysteries in the future.
Love Across the Pond is available for a limited time at a discount, so grab your copy now before the price goes up!
Love Across the Pond on Amazon.com
Blurb
Edward Archer walks
right into the den of lioness Charity Stonewright when he sails across the pond
to South Carolina to resolve a property dispute for his cousin, the Duchess of
Peckham. Astute but bookish, the Englishman isn’t prepared for Charity, a strong-willed
woman determined to prove the Charleston mansion is hers. And unbeknownst to
Edward, Charity has a secret purpose. She is searching for the lost Stonewright
fortune, hidden over sixty years ago, somewhere within the walls of the old,
decaying mansion. Finding it will mean an end to the grinding poverty she’s
endured and fulfill her dream to establish herself in Charleston society as a
wealthy heiress.
Drawn to the
mysterious woman, Edward is increasingly torn between duty and his growing love
for her. But Charity seems determined to keep him at arm's length, stubbornly
maintaining her distrust of him.
As the mysteries of
the mansion threaten to tear Edward and Charity apart, they must learn to
listen to their hearts and discover that the real treasure may be love.
Excerpt - Edward and Charity's first meeting
Using his cane, Edward knocked again, listening as the loud noise
echoed and finally faded in the depths of the house. It sounded empty,
completely deserted. While finding the house empty did mean he wouldn’t have to
evict anyone, it did mean that he’d have to find the lawyer, Mr. Tarte, in
order to obtain the key and enter.
With a sigh, he half-turned. A flicker of yellow light caught his
attention. The wide fanlight above the door glowed with the faint, wavering
illumination of a candle. After a minute, the doorknob rattled as someone struggled
to unfasten the heavy lock.
The door creaked open a few inches, spilling light through the
gap.
“Finally! Where have you been?” a woman’s breathless voice asked.
She peered around the edge of the door, holding a candle above
her head. The golden gleam of red hair curled over the woman’s pale face. Below
the tangle of hair, eyes blinked, lost in shadowed hollows beneath her arching
brows. A sprinkling of freckles leapt over the bridge of her straight nose and
high cheekbones.
“We would like to speak with Mr. Stonewright,” Edward said,
hoping his cousin was incorrect when she said the woman lived here alone. “If
he is available.”
“Mr. Stonewright? My—” She broke off before asking sharply, “Who
are you?” Then, as if she suffered sudden doubts about the wisdom of opening
the door to strangers, she started to slam it shut.
He shoved his booted foot into the gap and thrust the door open,
forcing her to retreat into the dim hallway.
Clearly nervous, she glanced around the near-empty hallway, her
mouth set in a grim line.
Edward held up his hands, although the cane gripped in his right
hand marred his attempt to appear harmless. “I am Edward Archer.” He reached
through the door and dragged Hildegard over the threshold. “This is my sister,
Lady Hildegard Archer. I believe we are expected. Is there a Mr. Stonewright?
Is he available?”
“Archer? I don’t know anyone named Archer,” the woman said,
gliding back another yard, her feet invisible under the long hem of her pale
gray gown. Her gaze flicked to the candle in her hand, as if she contemplated
blowing it out and escaping in the resulting darkness.
“No, but I am sure if you speak to your master, he will recognize
our names. Or your mistress,” he amended. “We sent him notice of our pending
arrival weeks ago.”
“Master?” A harsh laugh broke from her mouth. “He—he is not
here.” She lifted her round chin, daring him to argue otherwise.
Switching the cane to his left hand, he held up his right in a
gesture of surrender. “Please—we mean you no harm. We simply wish to speak with
Mr. or Mrs. Stonewright. He is expecting us. We are cousins to the Duchess of
Peckham—”
“We don’t know any duchesses,” she threw back, her chin set at a
stubborn angle.
He studied her. Her straight back and air of defiance suggested
she was not a servant. “You—and your husband? Father?—may have known her as
Miss Charlotte Haywood.”
“I didn’t know her at all, and I would appreciate it if you would
leave immediately. This is my house—you have no business here.”
“Mr. Stonewright—”
“I own this property, and I am the head of this household. If you
wish to speak to someone, then you must make do with me.”
Behind him came the soggy squelching of their servants’ footsteps
as Atwood and Nettle sought the relative dryness of the stoop. Another volley
of damp sneezes echoed through the door. Nettle blew her nose noisily and
heaved a heavy sigh.
Mr. Stonewright or no Mr. Stonewright, they were not going back
out into the foul weather to look for an inn if Edward had anything to say
about it.
“As we informed Mr. or Mrs. Stonewright, the ownership of this
property has yet to be determined,” Edward replied calmly.
The red-haired woman leaned forward, body rigid with tension as
she held the candle out slightly above shoulder-level. “It has been determined—it is mine.”
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Hope you enjoy some light summer reading!
Amy
