Susan was born
and raised a California girl but is grateful to have lived on the Oregon coast
and in the Rocky Mountains of northern Utah. She’s now enjoying living with her
husband in the incomparable beauty of the Redwood forest, nestled against the rugged
coast of Northern California.
tribe of children, making ends meet as a registered nurse and lactation
consultant, and now her tribe members have tribes of their own and she just
doesn’t get to see enough of them. She loves to travel and is thrilled with a
good movie or a great book, but writing is her passion. She writes almost
anything, especially epic fantasy and romance. Saving Lord Whitton’s
Daughter is her first Regency Romance.
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thus reveal the horrible secret she has harbored for more than a year
but Lady Bethany is in dire circumstances.
a perfect solution for both of them: a marriage in name only.
Bethany hadn’t found herself falling in love with a man even more mysterious
than his reputation. Perfect, until she unwittingly learns he’s protecting her
from a threat to her life.
hiding something. His offer of marriage was meant only to make it easier to
realizes that Bethany has stolen his heart and he can do nothing less than
throw himself into a race against time to save her, whatever the price.
and bowed over her offered hand. Then his gaze shifted towards Bethany, who
stood barely inside the room, as motionless and stiff as Mr. Drew.
from the floor and lured her to him. Bethany had never seen such irresistible eyes.
The earl stood a good head taller than her, his bearing relaxed but dignified.
Near-black hair, a firm jaw, a straight, slender nose. Her bold inspection of
him seemed to amuse him, his handsome smile framed by deep dimples—bookend
parentheses—on either side of a full, engaging mouth.
my lord. Lady Bethany had no idea you were here, of course.”
baritone, those eyes twinkling. Then he added, “It’s not every day a man
chooses a bride, and if she’s the right woman, she’s worth waiting for.”
flipping thrice in her chest. The man was
gorgeous; he was engaging; he was far too kind. Which made her mind up for her,
of course. She could not risk her heart with this man. No matter what, she
could not marry him.