“I once stared down a bull that got free of its rope in a crowded souk. I’ve climbed a banyan tree— barefoot in a monsoon— to rescue a litter of stranded kittens, and I helped a lady give birth in a flood-trapped barouche while the men around me flew into hysteria….I don’t like too many bows on my bonnets or sugar in my tea, and roses bring me out in a rash…So that’s me for you. Now might we proceed? I’m in rather a hurry if you don’t mind. I’ve got a pair of abandoned breeches to rescue from a stray bathing machine.” ~ Miss Rebecca Boudicca Sherringham introduces herself to Colonel Luke Wainwright. In SINFULLY EVER AFTER Rebecca Sherringham has lived a busy life traveling with her father— a major in the Army— and rescuing both him, and her rakish brother Nathaniel, from various scrapes. By the grand age of twenty two, she’s had quite enough adventure. Now her father is retired, she’s delighted to settle with him in the quiet village of Hawcombe Prior, where she can finally make lasting friendships and take a well-earned rest from all the excitement. But despite her desire for a tranquil life,…

In ONCE UPON A KISS, Justina (Jussy) Penny knows that the last sort of man she would ever fall in love with is anyone remotely like the character of Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice. When Darius Wainwright comes to her village with his arrogant nose in the air and an apparent stick up his posterior, she’s certain he is absolutely the Wrong Man for her. So when the obnoxiously proud fellow condescends to join her humble family for dinner one evening, she knows just what to do to keep him at arm’s length. Or so she thinks. 1. Wear something… unusual. “There you are, Jussy,” her father exclaimed and then immediately looked confused. Her mother, who had been in the process of offering a tray with a sherry glass to the rector, was frowning, frozen in place. The Wainwright person, seated on the couch beside her sister, winced in her direction and kept his lips very tight. “Good evening, everyone,” she said politely. “Oh, good! Sherry. I’m fair parched.” As she advanced with arm outstretched, her mother swiftly moved the tray out of her reach and set it on the pianoforte, forgetting the rector, who was left clutching at…