Secrets 0f A Wallflower (Debutantes In Paris Book 1)

      Amanda McCabe

Secrets 0f A Wallflower (Debutantes In Paris Book 1)

A Secret Shared… But Can She Trust Him?

Diana Martin is thrilled to be a writer covering the Parisian Exposition. But her new role must be kept quiet–her parents would never allow it! When enigmatic Sir William Blakely discovers her ruse, he knows it could lead her into danger. With the sparks igniting between them, William realizes the only way to protect Diana is by staying as close to her as possible!

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    The Start of the Rainbow: A Daughters of Erin Short Story

      Amanda McCabe

The Start of the Rainbow: A Daughters of Erin Short Story

Amanda McCabe, writing as Laurel McKee, presents a short (2750 words) story set in Georgian Ireland of "The Daughters of Erin" series. Allison and Finn are intellectuals and Irish patriots in Dublin of 1802--and they certainly don't believe in enchanted leprechaun gold! Nor do they believe in romance--until a magical encounter shows them what can happen when they let true love into their livesA special treat for St. Patrick's Day! Amanda McCabe, writing as Laurel McKee, presents a short (2750 words) story set in Georgian Ireland of "The Daughters of Erin" series. Allison and Finn are intellectuals and Irish patriots in Dublin of 1802--and they certainly don't believe in enchanted leprechaun gold! Nor do they believe in romance--until a magical encounter shows them what can happen when they let true love into their lives...
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    The Governess's Convenient Marriage

      Amanda McCabe

The Governess's Convenient Marriage

A lady turned governess...
A life-changing proposal!
When Lady Alexandra Mannerly last saw Malcolm Gordston, he was a poor crofter's son—someone a sheltered duke's daughter would never be allowed to marry.
But scandal has rocked her arrogant family, and Alex now leads a quiet life as a governess in Paris—where she meets Malcolm again!
Now he's a wealthy, powerful department store owner...and determined to make her his bride!
Debutantes in Paris miniseries
Book 1 —
Secrets of a Wallflower
Book 2 —
The Governess's Convenient Marriage
Book 3 —
coming soon
"McCabe strikes the perfect note of sweet adventure and pure romance in her newest trilogy ... a delightful read"
— RT Book Reviews on Secrets of a Wallflower
"The author did not disappoint as she allowed me to travel back in time to a city I would love to visit ... I...
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    Miss Fortescue's Protector in Paris

      Amanda McCabe

Miss Fortescue's Protector in Paris

Second chance...with the scoundrel spy! Running her father's mercantile empire and campaigning for women's rights means unconventional Emily Fortescue has no time for romance. But when her politics land her in trouble, old friend Christopher Blakely comes to her rescue. They grew up arguing and sparring - even kissing - until he withdrew into his mysterious work. Now she's torn between safeguarding her bruised heart, and the lure of their spark reigniting!
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    The Wallflower's Mistletoe Wedding

      Amanda McCabe

The Wallflower's Mistletoe Wedding

A country Christmas at Barton Park Plain, sensible Rose Parker is a self-proclaimed wallflower, but she's always dreamed of dancing with Captain Harry St George... Once, Harry wouldn't even have noticed Rose. But now, after a hard war, Harry knows he's a different man. Shy, sweet Rose intrigues him more than any gregarious young lady—but he must marry a rich bride to save his mortgaged estates...and Rose is no heiress. Now, more than ever, Harry needs the magic of a mistletoe kiss...
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    A Stranger at Castonbury

      Amanda McCabe

A Stranger at Castonbury

"It's hard for me to admit, but you're not the son I once knew..."The obliterated battlefields of Spain are a world away from the privileged life of James Montague, Earl of Castonbury. Only nurse Catalina Moreno eases the deafening roar of mortar fire--and in a crumbling chapel by candlelight they make their vows. But before the sheets cool from their scorching wedding night Jamie leaves for a brutally dangerous mission...Two years later, believing her husband dead, Catalina is shocked to see a man who looks and sounds like her Jamie at Castonbury--but where once there was warmth and charm now unflinching torment lies in the gaze of a man she barely recognises...
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    Scandalous Brides

      Amanda McCabe

Scandalous Brides

Together for the first time... Two beloved regency classics In Scandal in Venice, Lady Elizabeth Everdean flees to Italy after the man who was to be her husband is killed. Sir Nicholas Hollingsworth is sent by her brother to capture the runaway, but it is this rake's heart that is captured by Elizabeth... Carmen Montero falls in love with Peter Everdean, the Earl of Clifton, on a Spanish battlefield in The Spanish Bride. While each believes the other has been killed during the war, coincidence pulls these souls back together-but pride and dark secrets try to diminish their joy. Will love be victorious?
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    Improper Ladies: The Golden FeatherThe Rules of Love

      Amanda McCabe

Improper Ladies: The Golden FeatherThe Rules of Love

Two classic regencies together for the first time
The Golden Feather
Young Caroline Aldritch is shocked to learn her late husband's only legacy to her is a notorious gaming establishment-where she must hide her face from all, including the dashing Lord Lyndon, who's determined to unmask the secretive beauty...
The Rules of Love
Rosalind Chase must endure her brother's friendship with the notorious rake Lord Morley. But when she can't stop thinking of the insufferable libertine, Rosalind wonders if his ways just might be the path to love...

About the Author

Amanda McCabe lives in Oklahoma with two very spoiled cats, surrounded by large collections of books and antiques. When not reading or writing romances, she loves doing needlework, taking dancing lessons, and digging through antique stores in search of new treasures. She loves to hear from readers at PO Box 444, Edmond, OK 73083, or via e-mail at Amccabe7551@yahoo.com.
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    An Improper Duchess

      Amanda McCabe

An Improper Duchess

Melisande, Duchess of Gifford, has enjoyed running wild since surviving her unhappy marriage--but she knows it's only a matter of time before her brother forces her to settle down and be respectable. Determined to make herself free, Melisande decides to escape into ruined exile with an absolutely scandalous affair and leave London forever. But her heart may have other plans when she meets intriguing Lord Grayson Sanbourne...
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    One Touch of Magic

      Amanda McCabe

One Touch of Magic

Lady Iverson has taken up the "haunted" archeological dig her late husband left half-finished. When she meets the estate's lord, Miles Rutledge, he feels an otherworldly connection with her-and he prays she feels the same...
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    Tarnished Rose of the Court

      Amanda McCabe

Tarnished Rose of the Court

A dangerous mission at Queen Elizabeth's bidding is Celia Sutton's chance to erase the taint of her brother's treason. Her life is at risk if she's discovered—and so is her heart when she learns her co-conspirator is also her onetime seducer: brooding and mysterious John Brandon!John can't believe the change in Celia—what's happened to the carefree English rose she once was? Leaving Celia was the only thing to do, but now guilt tears at his soul.He has to heal the sadness in her past, and he's not above using anything—from expert seduction to royal favors—to achieve his goal.

About the Author

Amanda McCabe wrote her first romance at sixteen – a vast historical epic starring all her friends as the characters, written secretly during algebra class! She's never since used algebra, but her books have been nominated for many awards, including the RITA Award, Booksellers Best, National Readers Choice Award and the Holt Medallion. In her spare time she loves taking dance classes and collecting travel souvenirs. Amanda lives in Oklahoma. Email her at: amanda@ammandamccabe.com

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

Whitehall Palace, December 1564It was him.Suddenly dizzy, Celia Sutton reached out to steady herself against the panelled wall of Queen Elizabeth's presence chamber. The thick crowd had pressed in around her again, obscuring her view with a sea of jewelled velvet and embroidered satin. The nervous laughter and high-pitched chatter as they waited anxiously to petition the Queen sounded like a flock of birds in her ears, buzzing and formless.She rubbed her hand over her eyes and looked again, standing on tiptoe to try and peer over the crowd. She could no longer see him. Not even that tiny glimpse of his tall figure by the door. The flash of his careless grin. He was gone.Or maybe he had never been there at all. Maybe it had just been her imagination playing tricks on her. She had not been sleeping well—had spent too many late nights here at Queen Elizabeth's Christmas revels. She had too many worries, and it was wearing on her. That was all.And yet—he had looked so real."It was not him," she whispered. John Brandon was gone. She had not seen him for over three years—three very long, hard years—and she would never see him again. What was more, she did not want to see him. It would only remind her of the foolish girl she'd once been, of her old weakness for his handsome face, and right now she needed all her strength.She pushed herself away from the wall and took a deep breath, trying to stand perfectly still, to keep herself calm. The Queen would call for her soon, and she had to have all her wits about her when they met. Her entire life depended on it. She should look only to the future now, not to the past. Not to John Brandon.But still that fleeting image lingered in her mind, that glimpse of his lean, muscled figure through the crowd and the pounding of her heart at the sight. Despite the roaring fire in the stone grates, the close press of the crowd, and her own fur-trimmed black and purple velvet gown, she shivered.All around her were desperate faces—people who saw their last chance in catching the Queen's attention. Did she look like them? She feared it was so. What would John say if he could see her now? Would he even recognise her?The door to the Queen's privy chamber opened and everyone's attention turned towards it in the hope their name would now be called. Hope sank down again when they saw it was only Anton Gustavson and Lord Langley, the last parties to be called to consult with Queen Elizabeth. The nervous chatter fluttered anew.Celia froze when her gaze met Anton's. He was her long-lost Swedish cousin, recently arrived in England to lay his claim to their grandfather's estate at Briony Manor. That estate was Celia's last hope for a comfortable, independent life in which she did not have to answer to the whims of a cruel man any longer. But as she had watched Anton charm the Queen, and every other lady at Court, her hopes had slipped away. He would have the estate, and she would be thrown back to the dubious mercy of her late husband's family.Anton gave her a wary nod, and she curtsied in answer. He was the only family she had left, yet she did not know him and could not trust him. That was one of the hard lessons John Brandon had once taught her—never to trust in appearances or emotions. Always to be cautious.Anton's latest flirtation, the beautiful golden-blonde Rosamund Ramsay, came to his side and gently touched his arm. He smiled down at her, and they gazed into each other's eyes as if the crowded chamber, the whole world, had vanished but for the two of them.A cold sadness washed over Celia at the sight. She had once looked at John like that, sure that he felt that incandescent connection too. But it had been false in the end.She turned away from the sight of Anton and Rosamund and pretended to study the tapestry on the wall. But the vivid greens and reds of the silken threads blurred in her vision, and she saw only that long-ago summer day. The sun so bright and warm in a cloudless azure sky, the cool shadows under the ancient oak tree where she'd waited for him. Imagining his kisses, the embrace of his strong body…But he had not come, even after he'd hinted at a future with her. The warm sun had melted away and there had been only the shadows.It was not him, she told herself fiercely. He was not here. Not now.The door swung open again, and this time it was the Queen's majordomo. A tense hush fell over the crowd.Celia turned around to face him, wiping fiercely at her eyes. She hadn't cried in three years. She could not start now."Mistress Celia Sutton, Her Grace will see you now," the man announced.Bitterly envious looks spun towards Celia, but she ignored them and slowly made her way forward. This was her chance. She couldn't let the memory of John Brandon distract her for even an instant. He had taken too much from her already.Just inside the door a small looking glass hung on the wall, and she glimpsed her reflection there—the black cap on her smooth, tightly pinned dark hair, the high fur collar of her gown, the jet earrings in her ears. In mourning for a husband she could not truly mourn.Her face looked chalk-white with worry, just like everyone else's in that room outside, but red streaked her cheekbones as if in memory of that long-ago summer's day. Her grey eyes glowed with unshed tears.She forced them away, clasping her hands tightly before her waist as she followed the majordomo into the inner sanctum of the privy chamber. It was also crowded there, but the atmosphere was lighter, the conversation free of the strained quality outside. Ladies-in-waiting in their pale silks sat on cushions and low stools scattered over the floor and around the marble fireplace, whispering and laughing over their embroidery. Handsome young courtiers played cards in the corner, casting flirtatious glances at the ladies.But the Queen's most favourite of all, Robert Dudley, was nowhere to be seen. Everyone said that after the alarming events of the Christmas season, the attempts on the Queen's life, he worked day and night to ensure the security of the palace. Nor was the Queen's chief secretary, Lord Burghley, who so rarely left her side, in evidence.Queen Elizabeth sat by herself next to the window, a table covered with the scrolls of petitions beside her. The pale grey sunlight filtered through the thick glass, turning her red-gold hair into a fiery halo and making her fair ivory skin glow. She wore a splendourous robe of crimson velvet trimmed with white fur over a gold silk gown, rubies on her fingers and in her ears, and a band of pearls holding back her hair.She looked every inch the young Sun Queen, but her dark eyes were shadowed and the set of her mouth was grim, as if the events of the last few days had taken their toll on her.Celia had heard that those strange occurrences were not the Queen's only worries. Parties from Austria and Sweden were at Whitehall to press their marriage suits. Spain and France were constant threats. And the Queen's cousin to the north, Mary Queen of Scots, was always a thorn in Elizabeth's side.It was almost enough to make Celia feel her own troubles were tiny in comparison! No one was trying to kill her or marry her."Mistress Sutton," Queen Elizabeth said. "You have had a long wait, I fear."Celia curtsied low and made her way to the Queen's desk. Elizabeth tapped her long pale fingers on the papers, her rings sparkling. "I'm just grateful Your Grace has the time to meet with me."Elizabeth waved her words away. "You may not be so grateful when you hear what I have to say, Mistress Sutton. Please sit."A footman leaped forward with a stool, and Celia sank onto it gratefully. She had a terrible feeling this interview would not go as she so fervently wished. "Bri-ony Manor, Your Grace?""Aye." Elizabeth held up a scroll. "It seems clear to us that your grandfather's wish was for the estate to go to Master Gustavson's mother and then to him. We feel we cannot go against this."Celia felt that chill wash over her again—the cold of disappointment, of an anger she had to suppress. If she could not go to Briony, where could she go? What would be her home? "Yes, Your Grace.""I am sorry," Elizabeth said, and there was a tinge of true regret in her voice. She even used "I" instead of the official "we". "When I was a girl, I had no true place of my own. No place where I could be assured of my own security. Everything I had was dependent on others—my father, my brother, my sister. Even my life depended on their whims."Celia glanced at the Queen in surprise. Elizabeth so seldom spoke of the difficult past. Why would she now, and to Celia of all people? "Your Grace?""I know how you must feel, Mistress Sutton. We are alike in some ways, I think. And that is why I sense that I can ask a great favour of you."Ask? Or demand? "I will do anything I can to serve Your Grace, of course."Elizabeth tapped at the papers again. "You have heard the recent rumours surrounding my cousin Queen Mary, I am sure. She always seems of such acute interest to my courtiers.""I—well, aye, Your Grace. I sometimes hear tales of Queen Mary. Is there a specific rumour you refer to?"Elizabeth laughed. "Oh, yes, there are many. But I refer to the fact that she intends to marry again. They say she has hopes of a union equal to her first with the King of France. I hear she has her sights set on Don Carlos of Spain—King Phillip's son.""I have heard such rumours as well, Your Grace," Celia said. She had also heard Don Carlos was a violent lunatic, but even a reputed great beauty like Queen Mary seemed willing to overlook that for the chance to be Queen of Spain.Elizabeth suddenly slammed her fist down on the desk, send...
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    Running from Scandal

      Amanda McCabe

Running from Scandal

The past is always hot on your heels… Emma Bancroft used to pride herself on her sensible nature, but good sense flew out the window during her first Season in London! Her reputation and her belief in true love in tatters, she reluctantly returns home to Barton Park. David Marton is trying to live a quiet life—until Emma comes sweeping back. With whispers of scandal all about her, he knows she will never be the right woman for him, but sometimes temptation is just too hard to resist…. Bancrofts of Barton Park Two sisters, two scandals, two sizzling love affairs
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