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Discover the enchanting world of Collette Cameron's Regency and Scottish Highlander romances! Explore her complete library today and see what's coming next from this USA Today bestselling author.
CHRONICLES OF THE WESTBROOK BRIDES
Unconventional characters, thrilling intrigue, and heart-pounding suspense weave together with soul-stirring romance as scandalous rogues and spirited women defy society's rules to find their soulmates and become the unforgettable Westbrook Brides!
· Midnight Christmas Waltz
· Mission at Midnight
· The Midnight Marques
· Holly, Mistletoe, and Midnight Snow
· The Wallflower's Midnight Waltz
· Minuet at Midnight
· Kiss a Rake at Midnight
· Unmasked at Midnight
· Memories Made at Midnight
· Once Upon a Midnight Dream
DUKES COME CALLING (SEDUCTIVE SCOUNDRELS)
Indulge in these captivating, emotion-laden and quick-read historical Regency romances sure to warm your heart and put a smile on your face.
· A Diamond for a Duke
· Only a Duke Would Dare
· A December with a Duke
· What Would a Duke Do?
· Wooed by a Wicked Duke
· Duchess of His Heart
· Never Dance with a Duke
· Wedding Her Christmas Duke
· The Debutante and the Duke
· Loved by a Dangerous Duke
· How to Win a Duke's Heart
· When a Duke Desires a Lass
· My Dearest Duke
FOR THE LOVE OF AN EARL
Enthralling Regency adventures brimming with intrigue, lovable scoundrels, strong heroines, and unforgettable, sigh-worthy romance.
· Earl of Wainthorpe
· Earl of Scarborough
· Earl of Keyworth
· Earl of Renshaw
HIGHLAND HEATHER ROMANCING A SCOT: CASTLE BRIDES
Pamper yourself with Scottish Regency historical romances packed with intrigue, smoldering passion, and page-turning surprises.
· Heart of a Highlander
· The Viscount's Vow
· The Highlander's Heiress
· The Earl's Enticement
· Triumph and Treasure
· Virtue and Valor
· Heartbreak and Honor
· Scandal's Splendor
· Passion and Plunder
· Wishes and Wonder
· A Yuletide Highlander
HEART OF A SCOT
Indulge in these captivating, emotion-laden, spicy Highlander suspense romances sure to warm your heart and put a smile on your face.
· To Love a Highland Laird
· To Redeem a Highland Rake
· To Seduce a Highland Scoundrel
· To Woo a Highland Warrior
· To Enchant a Highland Earl
· To Defy a Highland Duke
· To Marry a Highland Marauder
· To Bargain with a Highland Buccaneer
· A Christmas Kiss for a Highlander
LADIES OF OPPORTUNITY
Unconventional heroines dare to rewrite society's rulebook, taming roguish hearts and sparking love stories full of daring adventures, swoon-worthy intrigue, and a dash of irresistible mischief.
· The Wallflower's Wild Wager
· The Spinster's Secret Stake
· Better Not Bet a Bluestocking ~ Coming Soon!
· When You wager a Widow ~ Coming Soon!
SECRETS OF SCANDALOUS LADIES
Read these engaging, sweet romances featuring loveable rogues, scandalous secrets, a pinch of mystery, and a dash of humor for page-turning reads you won't soon forget.
· A Lady's Scandalous Kiss
· No Lady for the Lord
· Love Lessons for the Lady
· His One and Only Lady
· Never a Proper Lady
· Lady Tempts a Rogue
THE CULPEPPER MISSES
Read the Culpepper sisters saga for page-turning, humorous, and satisfying historical Regency romance romps you can't forget. Giggles guaranteed.
· The Earl and the Spinster
· The Marquis and the Vixen
· The Lord and the Wallflower
· The Buccaneer and the Bluestocking
· The Lieutenant and the Lady
THE HONORABLE ROGUES®
Are you ready for rousing, emotional, and romantic historical Regency romance quick-read capers you won't want to put down?
· A Kiss for a Rogue
· A Bride for a Rogue
· A Rogue's Scandalous Wish
· To Capture a Rogue's Heart
· The Rogue and the Wallflower
· A Rose for a Rogue
· 'Twas the Rogue Before Christmas
· A Rogue Worth the Risk
From the Back Cover
Excerpt - To Bargain with a Highland Buccaneer
12 April 1721
Holyrood Abbey
Leith, Scotland
Branwen Glanville couldn't prevent the slight shiver parading the length of her spine as she craned her neck, studying what was left of Holyrood Abbey's majestic chapel. Though sunny--the sky, a bright blue--the crisp air held an unmistakable chill.
Not at all uncommon for coastal Scotland--any part of Scotland, for that matter.
And yet, as accustomed as she was to Scotland's less than genial clime, another shudder rippled through her. Almost--aye, almost--as if in premonition of something sinister or ominous.
But what?Holding her hood in place against the persistent, briney breeze tugging at the soft material, she glanced around the sun-drenched grounds. The golden rays shining through the remnants of the church's elaborate entrance cast striking shadows on the lush green lawns spread out below.
Nothing struck her as odd or drew her attention despite the overall atmosphere of melancholy and decades of awed reverence permeating the holy remains.
So why then, couldn't she shake this unwarranted sense of unease?
A dozen or so other people besides her family wandered the ruins as the mischievous breeze toyed with the long blades of verdant grass, plump, newly budded leaves, and the hem of her cloak with impartial precociousness.
Drawing her dark plum-colored velvet cloak tighter, she squinted at a rook, watching her from atop an elaborately constructed arched stone wall. The light glinted off the bird's glossy plumage, an almost metallic blue hue to its black wings. It dipped its head, rubbing its beak several times against the pale stone before flying off amid raucous squawks.
Probably to join its family or mayhap feed its young. In the distance, she watched as four other rooks joined the first. As they arched and spiraled their way through the sky, another three flew in to loudly meet them.
Unlike many people, she didn't believe crows, ravens, or rooks portended evil. In fact, she admired the species for their intelligence, cleverness, and dedication to their families. Mayhap she was partial to them because her name meant blessed or fair raven, depending on which Welsh translation one preferred.
She squinted at the birds as they became smaller and smaller, eventually fading from sight in the distance. Although, now that she pondered on it, a gathering of crows was called a murder and a group of ravens a conspiracy.
Crows and ravens arena rooks, she chided herself.
Nae, but they are related.
Shaking her head once to dismiss her silly ruminations, Branwen returned her regard to the once glorious hallowed building.
Farther along the impressive bones of the abbey, Branwen's guardian, Keane Buchannan, the Duke of Roxdale, holding his stepdaughter Cora's hand and his wife, Marjorie, holding her other daughter, Elana's hand, inspected a pair of empty stone coffins.
Many decades before--perhaps centuries even--nameless marauders had desecrated the graves, possibly in search of a valuable bauble or two. Or perchance, the vaults had been plundered during the Reformation when one religious order believed itself superior to another.
That ideology hadn't changed much in the centuries since, truth be told.
It mattered naught why the burial places had been ransacked, but Branwen felt a peculiar sense of pity for the dead who hadn't been permitted a peaceful eternal slumber. Even as fascinated as she was with history, it didn't seem right to disturb the deceased simply out of curiosity.
Och, well.
She gave a little roll of her shoulder.
What was done was done.
She trailed her gaze over the well-maintained grounds once more. Though only a mere shadow of its former splendor, the abbey possessed an eerie beauty as well as an aura of sadness. The passage of time had been much kinder to the adjacent palace.
Giving herself another mental shake for her morose musings on such a lovely day, Branwen raised her face to the sun. Allowing her eyelids to lower, she inhaled the refreshing air. It held the tang of the sea but also the pungent scent of freshly cut grass and the faintest fragrance of fruit tree blossoms wafting from the palace gardens.
Though Edinburgh was scarcely two miles away, Leith's air was far cleaner. No dingy, soot-laden cloud lingered overhead, blanketing all and sundry in choking gray, in large part due to the persistent winds blowing inland from the Firth of Forth.
Girlish giggles carried to her on that same insistent wind, and she opened her eyes, sweeping her mouth upward.
Elana and Cora were thoroughly enjoying today's outing. Grinning, exposing the front tooth she'd lost but two days ago, Cora waved at Branwen as she skipped beside her new papa, pointing at one thing or another.
Keane nodded with an appropriate amount of interest and genuine affection.
Branwen waved back, smiling in return.
She adored Marjorie's daughters, and Marjorie, too. She was the older sister, Branwen, and her sister, Bethea, had never had. Sweet-tempered, patient, but with a will of iron, she'd made a brilliant duchess. But more importantly, she'd taken to Keane's wards with genuine caring and friendship.
Branwen and her sister adored her.
At the thought of Bethea, Branwen's chest tightened, and her breath caught as if someone had pulled her stays far too tight. Loneliness and no small amount of worry vied for supremacy in the tangled knots where her stomach ought to be.
At this very moment, her dear sister and her new husband, Camden Kennedy, were cloistered at Glen Tormallan Lodge--Keane's hunting lodge outside Culloden--hiding from spies that had meant them harm.
All because in March, Branwen had injured her feet during an unfortunate dance with a cloddish lord, and Bethea had tried to help her. Branwen had craved the excitement of Edinburgh's social life until that fateful night when her sister had been abducted after overhearing a plot to depose the king.
Thankfully, the spies had been apprehended, and Bethea and Camden were safe.
Now, however, Branwen found she far preferred the many historical sites in and around Edinburgh, as well as Leith's fascinating seaport, to social gatherings. And she missed the Highlands craggy beauty more than she'd imagined possible.
Stepping over a rock, which likely had fallen from the abbey's missing ceiling, Branwen mused to herself. She supposed as the daughter of a ship's captain, perhaps a bit of mariner's blood ran in her veins.
Until recently, she'd not thought a great deal about her father's livelihood. After all, she'd been a wee lass of five when her parents had been lost at sea during a tempest.
Raised at Trentwick Castle, high in the Scottish Highlands, she'd never realized how much the ocean appealed to her. But the sound of the waves greeting the shore, the briskness of the playful breeze, and the strident calls of the sea birds touched something deep within her.
Stirred something. Awoken a hunger Branwen hadn't known she possessed.
With a final glance at the abbey, she retraced her steps to the entrance and gazed in the direction of Leith's docks. As much as she'd enjoyed poking around the church's ruins, her real interest lay at the port, where the masts of ship after ship stood in the distance like faithful, nautical sentinels.
A yearning to board one of those vessels and sail into the sunset, headed for foreign lands, engulfed her. At the inexplicable longing, her breath and heart stalled for a heartbeat.
Such a wish was a fanciful dream. Keane held no interest in ever leaving Scotland. Marjorie, either, for that matter. She even abhorred travel by coach.
A small frown puckered Branwen's brow.
Her guardian and his wife were as content to remain in Scotland their entire lives as mice in a well-stocked larder.
Pursing her mouth, she hunched further into her heavy cloak, wishing she'd worn a heavier woolen gown and shawl.
About the Author
USA Today Bestselling author Collette Cameron® is renowned for her captivating, humorous, and heartwarming Scottish and Regency historical romance novels. With over 65 published titles, over 1.6 million books sold around the world, and multiple writing awards to her credit, Collette is a well-known author in the world of romance.
Readers love her witty and relatable characters, including daring rogues, dashing scoundrels, and the strong and spirited heroines who capture their hearts. From the rugged highlands to the refined drawing rooms of Regency England, Collette's novels will transport you to another time and place, where love and adventure are just a page away.
Collette's Sweet-to-Spicy Timeless Romances® are the perfect escape for readers looking for romantic escape, poignant inspiration, engaging humor, and entertaining stories.
Based in the Pacific Northwest, Collette is surrounded by the lush greenery and rainy skies that inspire her writing. She dreams of one day splitting her time between the Pacific Northwest and Scotland. In the meantime, she indulges in her love of all things cobalt blue, dachshunds, chocolate, and of course, crafting her next romance.
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