Sweet Regency Tales

This collection is the sweet/tame version of the Regency Brides boxed set. These stories bring you all the adventure you expect between two people falling in love, without the inclusion of any explicit scenes or harsh language. Expect dreamy happily-ever-afters, no cliff-hangers, and a series that can be enjoyed in any order. It’s time to travel to Regency England where there are dashing dukes and loyal ladies.

This collection is the sweet/tame version of the Regency Brides boxed set. These stories bring you all the adventure you expect between two people falling in love, without the inclusion of any explicit scenes or harsh language. Expect dreamy happily-ever-afters, no cliff-hangers, and a series that can be enjoyed in any order.

The Duke Who Stole My Heart is the sweet/tame version of The Duke’s Bride. My dearest brother, Harry, if you receive this letter, it will be because I’ve eloped with an honorable American shipping merchant and will soon be sailing far from England to his home in the Americas. This decision doesn’t come easily. I’ve tried my best to convince your dear friend, the duke of Ashten, to live again and remove himself from his own self-imposed exile, but in doing so I have instead been reminded of the day he first stole my heart.

My dearest James, since the moment we met at the Bradford’s ball a year ago, I’ve been entranced by you. Do you remember our first meeting? I’ll never forget it. While the music played in the ballroom and everyone danced, I stepped outside for some fresh air and discovered a kitten which had gotten stuck between two branches.

My dearest hussar...Harry, from the day you arrived at St. Vincent’s Fort six months ago, an undeniable attraction began to simmer away between us. Whenever I got too close to you, my traitorous heart skipped a dratted beat and butterflies would abound in my belly. You have tempted me with your honor and integrity, with your deep love for your family and your fellow soldiers-in-arms. I’m aware you will fight to the death to ensure Napoleon doesn’t end up taking Portugal, and so will I.

I was a girl of 17 when you first rescued me from tragic death. You rode in and saved my mother and I from a band of brigands, and now six years on, I’m still irresistibly attracted to you. Unfortunately, my father has now agreed to my betrothal to an arrogant marquess who is more than twice my age, and if I don’t marry the man, then my family will lose everything. I certainly can’t allow that to happen so I’ve accepted what shall be, will do my duty and speak vows with him as my father has asked.

I’ll never forget the elaborate masked ball I attended a year and a half ago when I first met you. You arrived attired head to toe in black with no other adornment save for a large diamond which twinkled from your right ear. Your black satin mask concealed your expression, making you ooze mystery with your hair slicked back and your blue eyes shining as deep and as bottomless as rich sapphires. Dark and dangerous you appeared behind your mask, the type of man one didn’t trifle with, not unless they enjoyed said danger.

My dearest Anteros, as the daughter of an English earl, I grew up sheltered and protected, then I became your bride, the wife of a prince born with untold secrets and untold pirate tendencies. Luckily, I adore both the prince you are, and the devious pirate that simmers under your skin. Unluckily, you’ve enraged your enemies, and now, your greatest enemy, the Dey of Algiers, is forcing you into a battle unlike any you’ve ever fought.