My true love gave to me ....five golden rings. . .

Chapter Five
. . .five golden rings. . .

Kathy L Wheeler

Bartholomew Dixon, Viscount Weston, future Earl of Hartley, leaned a shoulder against the wall, one ankle crossing the other. Hand in his pocket, he fingered the four golden rings he’d already garnered by way of seduction. All he required was the fifth to win the bloody asinine wager one of the leaping lords of Boodles had challenged him to. Victory was but a hairsbreadth away.
He glanced about the elaborately decorated hall with its myriad candles and greenery that covered every post, archway, and tabletop, searching out his final quarry. Lady Evelyn Powell. It shouldn’t be difficult. Her flaxen hair would be piled high, and those cool blue eyes would flash their mocking humor. But cared naught, all he required was the ring. ... Read More ....

My true love gave to me .... four calling birds

Chapter Four
... four calling birds ...

Christy Gronlund and Heidi Vanlandingham

Staring at her reflection in the mirror, Lady Catherine Swann sighed. The elegant young lady staring back at her would make her family proud. There was one problem, however. She was the youngest of Lord and Lady Cockswoods’ seven daughters—and most definitely not elegant nor a lady. Only eighteen, she had no wish to find a suitable husband. She wanted to see the world, not raise babies. She picked up her small, satin reticule, and wrapped it around her wrist then turned to face her sister. "I guess it will have to do."

Pippa frowned. "What are you talking about? You look quite proper. While I..."

Cat ignored her sister, knowing she only wanted to hear how pretty she was. “My dress is the problem.” ... Read More

My true love gave to me ... three French hens…Chapter 3...

My true love gave to me ... My True love Gave To Me…three French hens…Chapter 3...:

My True love Gave To Me

…three French hens…

Chapter Three

Calisa Rhose

Pemberton Hall
Christmas, 1814

“Hello, Lady Charlotte. Perhaps you have an opening on that little dance card for me ?”

Lady Lottie Swann gazed upwards, ready to accept the offer, then went numb, but only briefly. Standing before her was the rogue who’d broken her heart but two years prior.

It took a moment to catch a breath. But she did and answered coldly. “Lord Leighton. I regret to inform you my dance card is completely and irrevocably filled already. Perhaps you should have called again after our last encounter.” And before she could stop herself, hissed, “You will need to find some other innocent bird to waste time with this night.”

Relief flooded her when Lady Grace Hawthorn, best friend since childhood, grabbed her arm. Grace was seemingly oblivious to the tall man standing there, and dragged Lottie away. Knees quaking, she fled from sight of the handsome rogue who had filled every dream for months.

“I can’t believe you received an invitation to Pemberton Hall this year, too, Lottie. It’s so exciting to spend the evening with you. We see one another so rarely these days.”

Lottie kept one eye on the dance floor as ... Read More... next up is four calling birds....

My true love gave to me ....two turtle doves...

 

Chapter Two



Lauren Smith

Pemberton Hall

Christmas Day, 1814

“It’s a damn cold night, eh Nathan?”

Nathan, the Duke of Hastings, glanced in irritation at his younger brother Lewis, just visible in the light from the coach lantern. When they’d set out from his estate, only a few miles away, the skies were heavy with winter storm clouds. But the weather held, and he and Lewis had little trouble during the journey to Pemberton Hall.

Lewis started speaking again, the entire conversation nearly one-sided, not that Nathan minded, he wasn’t even paying attention to what his brother was saying. Lewis was an easy-going sort and always had something to say. Nathan preferred to gaze out the coach window, lost in thoughts as his eyes roved over the miles of snow covered land.

Lucky devil. He envied Lewis’s freedom. As the head of his family, ...  Read more ... next up is three french hens....

MyTrue Love Gave to Me…a partridge in a pear tree…...

Chapter One

Callie Hutton

Pemberton Hall

Christmas Day, 1814

She’s here.

A jolt of excitement shot through Marcus, Viscount Weatherby, as he spotted her after scanning the crowd packed into the ballroom at Pemberton Hall. He had carelessly tossed aside the invitation he’d received to the lavish Christmas Ball the Duke and Duchess of Pemberton hosted each year. Then when Penrose mentioned at White’s yesterday that Lady Surrey would be in attendance, he knew nothing could keep him away.

Emma--my Emma.

Almost as if connected by an invisible cord, he headed in her direction, snatching two glasses of champagne from a passing footman. Trying his best to shoulder his way through the crush, he groaned in frustration when ... Read more

 

Three stories have been submitted this month by three incredible authors.  Check out these blurbs!

 Seasons 1:  Summer Lovin’

Wedding Day Bhlue

Lani Rhea

Contemporary, Erotica 

Susan sets, plans and details her wedding, the only thing missing from the bliss…the groom. An accidental encounter on her solo Bahamas honeymoon lands her on an old flame’s boat. Zak Bhlue owns and operates island tours. Midnight skies and skinny dipping tides heat up the night. All good things have to end but, can their love grow with hundreds of miles separating them?

 

Sarah Janes: Bounty Hunter

Beverley Haynes

Erotic Western Novella 

Wyoming Territory 1876: Sarah Janes didn’t intend to become a bounty hunter, but what is a girl to do when she’s lost her virginity to an outlaw, her youth and innocent outlook on life, and her parents love as well? Sarah arrives in Cheyenne, Wyoming Territory filled with gritty determination to make a life for herself, one she can direct and guide of her own volition. She vows to never again run from anyone or any situation. That is until she meets up with an outlaw who has money, power and status. He hungers for Sarah, body and soul.

Seasons 3:  Winter Winds

A Mermaid for Christmas

Claire Hope

Historical Romance

 

October 31. 1934

From the journal of Abram S. Ingelhart

The wreck of the USS Erhart is now smoldering in the harbor. I still smell the stench. The waste of an honorable steamer like the Erhart is without compare, reduced to scrap metal.

The woman is in one of my spare rooms, recovering. Doctor was here yesterday to examine her. He told me it was lucky I was home to rescue the woman from the freezing waters of Lake Superior during that fierce storm yesterday.

She washed up on my shoreline. What was I to do? I could not live with myself if I were to let her die.

Mystery is ever present.

Who is she? Where did she come from? How did she end up washed ashore on my land?

Maybe when she regains consciousness I will have some answers.

Then I will send her away.