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Maddison Michaels | Top 5 Historical Romances
Author Guest / April 7, 2021

Ok so we’ve all binged watched BRIDGERTON on Netflix, which was a wonderful adaption of Julia Quinn’s novel The Duke and I, and now everyone is clamouring for more duke yumminess in the form of other historical romance novels… so here is a list of my all-time top 5 ones!! Number 1: The Bride by Julie Garwood This one is seriously such a classic in historical romance and one of my absolute all-time favs! It is funny, choc full of romantic tension, a fabulous storyline and wonderful characters you’ll adore (heads up you will fall in love with the hero Alec – and though he’s not a duke, he is a Laird and super yummy)… Basically, the story starts with an edict from the king, that the mighty Scottish laird Alec Kincaid must take an English bride. Alec’s choice is the heroine Jamie, who is the youngest daughter of Baron Jamison… and she’s a feisty, violet-eyed beauty (the best sort of heroine), who vows never to surrender to the highland barbarian. With such strong willed characters comes a clash of wills, and a wonderful story mixed with romance and intrigue, that will stay with you long after you read the…

Karen White | Exclusive Excerpt: LAST NIGHT IN LONDON
Author Guest / April 7, 2021

PROLOGUE London March 1941 The cool, clear night shuddered, then moaned as the fluctuating drone of hundreds of engines eclipsed the silence. A wave of planes like angry hornets slipped through the darkened sky over a city already wearing black in preparation for the inevitable mourning. She tasted dust and burnt embers in the back of her throat as she hurried through a crowd of stragglers running toward a shelter. A man grabbed her arm, as if to correct her movement, but an explosion nearby made him release his hold and hurry after the crowd. She shifted the valise she cradled in her arms, the pressure on her chest making it difficult to breathe. Fatigue and pain battered her body, both eagerly welcomed, as they disguised the bruise of overwhelming grief. She staggered forward, the blood dripping unchecked from her leg and forehead, the acrid stench of explosives mixed with the sharp smell of death. Gingerly, she moved through the darkened high street so familiar in the daylight but foreign to her now. The night sky blossomed with fire and scarlet light as the loud bark of the antiaircraft guns answered the banshee wails of the warning sirens. Pressing herself…