Cecily Nottingham has made a huge mistake.The marriage bed was still warm when the earl she thought she loved crawled out of it and announced that he loved someone else. Loves. Someone else.
Cecily was nothing more than a means to an end, that end being her dowry.With nothing to lose, in an attempt to goad the earl into divorcing her, Cecily sets out to seduce her husband’s cousin, Mr. Nottingham.Little does she realize that he is everything her husband is not: honorable, loyal, trustworthy…
Handsome as sin.
Stephen Nottingham returned to England for one reason -- to save his cousin’s estate from financial ruin. Instead, he finds himself tempted by his cousins beautiful and scorned countess. He isn’t sure what to do first, strangle his cousin, or kiss the cad’s wife.
As the tangle unravels, his honor is put to the test, right along with his self-control.Amid snakes, duels, and a good catfight, Cecily realizes the game she’s playing has high stakes indeed.
There are only a few ways for a marriage to end in Regency England, and none of them come without a high price. Is she willing to pay it? Is Stephen?
A ‘Happily Ever After’ hangs in the balance, because, yes, love can conquer all, but sometimes it needs a little bit of help.
Hell Hath No Fury
Release Date: January 8, 2020
Series: Devilish Debutantes
Book Number: 1 in the series
The alcohol made her more than a little fuzzy. Since her wedding night, she’d acted with reckless disregard for her reputation. But did it matter? She’d followed the rules of etiquette diligently when she’d first been introduced to Society and look where that had gotten her. Ironically, whereas before she married Flavion, she’d only been mildly disdained, as a countess now, she received the cut direct everywhere she went. No one but her dearest friends ever met her eyes anymore. She was not one of them. She never would be. She wished her father had not set his sights so high for her.
But, in all fairness she could not lay all the blame for this catastrophe at her father’s door. For she herself had been swept up in the intoxication of Flavion’s romantic declarations.
When she’d said, “I do,” returning his loving gaze, she’d thought she had finally found her happily ever after — her fairy tale prince. But that had only been a fantasy.
She had become a countess, but she’d also become an object of ridicule.