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Once Upon A Regency Christmas: On a Winter's Eve / Marriage Made at Christmas / Cinderella's Perfect Christmas
Louise Allen
ANNIE BURROWS
Sophia James
THREE REGENCY HEROES IN DISGUISE.THREE CHRISTMAS NOVELLAS TO WARM YOUR HEART!ON A WINTER’S EVE by Louise AllenSnowbound together, Lady Julia Chalcott and Captain Giles Markham try to fight temptation. But as Christmas draws closer their attraction proves too strong to resist!MARRIAGE MADE AT CHRISTMAS by Sophia JamesChristine Howard's frozen heart melts as she gets to know her new bodyguard. How can a man so scarred and mysterious make her feel so safe…?CINDERELLA’S PERFECT CHRISTMAS by Annie BurrowsShy Alice Waverly’s kiss with Captain Jack Grayling makes her wonder if he—and his little children—could be the Christmas miracle she’s always dreamed of…
Praise for the authors ofOnce Upon a Regency Christmas (#ulink_4ecc9df1-70d2-5b51-806b-461ca3d436c1)
LOUISE ALLEN
‘Allen deftly pulls fans into the glittering, dangerous world of England’s elite.’
—RT Book Reviews on His Christmas Countess
‘Allen has written another spellbinding and adventurous Regency romance.’
—RT Book Reviews on Beguiled by Her Betrayer
SOPHIA JAMES
‘Readers will be thrilled with this triumphant tale.’
—RT Book Reviews on Marriage Made in Hope
‘Delightful and seductive…’
—RT Book Reviews on Marriage Made in Shame
ANNIE BURROWS
‘Burrows is a master at Regency romance.’
—RT Book Reviews on In Bed with the Duke
‘The poignancy and humour will make any reader a Burrows fan.’
—RT Book Reviews on The Captain’s Christmas Bride
LOUISE ALLEN loves immersing herself in history. She finds landscapes and places evoke the past powerfully. Venice, Burgundy and the Greek islands are favourite destinations. Louise lives on the Norfolk coast and spends her spare time gardening, researching family history or travelling in search of inspiration. Visit her at louiseallenregency.co.uk (http://www.louiseallenregency.co.uk), @LouiseRegency and janeaustenslondon.com (http://www.janeaustenslondon.com).
SOPHIA JAMES lives in Chelsea Bay, on Auckland’s North Shore, in New Zealand, with her husband who is an artist. She has a degree in English and History from Auckland University and believes her love of writing was formed by reading Georgette Heyer in the holidays at her grandmother’s house. Sophia enjoys getting feedback at sophiajames.co (http://www.sophiajames.co).
ANNIE BURROWS has been writing Regency romances for Mills & Boon since 2007. Her books have charmed readers worldwide, having been translated into nineteen different languages, and some have gone on to win the coveted Reviewers’ Choice award from Cataromance. For more information, or to contact the author, please visit annie-burrows.co.uk (http://www.annie-burrows.co.uk), or you can find her on Facebook at Facebook.com/AnnieBurrowsUK (http://www.Facebook.com/AnnieBurrowsUK).
Once Upon a Regency Christmas
On a Winter’s Eve
Louise Allen
Marriage Made at Christmas
Sophia James
Cinderella’s Perfect Christmas
Annie Burrows
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
CONTENTS
Cover (#u22b4db80-6b54-5120-8d74-a22a24a422ea)
Praise (#ulink_9e0ad439-c62b-57c2-beeb-5d81ee11a185)
About the Author (#ue22b9c31-f3ca-5723-b3a8-2cfb8163e444)
Title (#uc7b03aba-d6a7-5a34-8c26-4a47d4ec4938)
ON A WINTER’S EVE
Dear Reader (#ulink_9e31cb7a-6b2b-5bfb-93c9-d8d22de2ff57)
Dedication (#u252658d9-38b1-56e8-8ebe-ccbaa340f6b0)
Chapter One (#ulink_61202a31-5762-5f8c-9622-0bdab02481fa)
Chapter Two (#ulink_6bc1a40c-1340-5e11-bb53-9d3386798b8e)
Chapter Three (#ulink_cb401542-6c5e-56f0-90d6-92ab2efe38e1)
Chapter Four (#ulink_dd9ca338-1a84-57b6-8cb9-65bc07096472)
Chapter Five (#ulink_3300fd35-d379-529d-92db-b07c8a525676)
Chapter Six (#ulink_413ccc46-3658-50de-9763-e1ca6198acd6)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
MARRIAGE MADE AT CHRISTMAS
Dear Reader (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
CINDERELLA’S PERFECT CHRISTMAS
Chapter One (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
ON A WINTER’S EVE (#ulink_3a39560e-ab37-59aa-bb5b-36f9c439c468)
Dear Reader (#ulink_9df812c8-cc0e-52fb-adfc-52193a1f6000)
The idea for this story began with a Regency cartoon showing a frantic Norfolk turkey escaping from its Christmas doom in Leadenhall Market. I wondered what became of it, and found the answer when my hero rescued the ungrateful bird from a snowdrift. From there the story just grew, set in a snowy Norfolk landscape not far from where I live.
We don’t often get heavy snow, let alone a white Christmas, in this part of the world, so the idea of my lovers snowed in together was a Christmas fantasy for me, as well as for them.
I hope Giles and Julia’s story gives you a warm glow this winter, wherever you are.
Happy Christmas!
Louise Allen
For the Quayistas Mark 2—
Linda, Jenny, Janet and the Significant Others.
You know why.
Chapter One
When had she last seen snow? It must have been at least nine years ago, before she had left England. Remembered in the heat of a Bengal summer, it had been pretty and fluffy. Not like this, heavy with a subtle, beautiful threat. The great billowing drifts, like ocean waves, were poised to swallow the coach whole. Oh, this was such a bad idea.
There was a convulsive movement beside her, a blurred reflection in the breath-misted glass, but when Julia turned her stepdaughter was smiling, even as she shivered.
‘Miri, darling, I am sorry it is so cold. I didn’t think, I just wanted to be away from that dreadful woman.’
‘Aunt is strange, isn’t she? I suppose she was angry that Father didn’t leave her anything in his will.’ Miri shrugged, slender shoulders struggling to lift the layers of rugs. ‘And I didn’t expect her to like me, but she did offer us a home while you arranged your affairs in England.’
Of course Grace—parental optimism in the naming of her had been severely misplaced—Watson did not like her niece. Miriam was illegitimate, half-Indian and beautiful. What was there not to hate for a bigoted woman with a plain daughter of her own to launch?
‘Did you not realise? My sainted sister-in-law was selling introductions to me, the indecently rich nabob’s widow who must, of course, be in need of a man to relieve her of her wealth.’
‘No! You mean those parties and receptions were to set you out like goods on a stall? No wonder you are so angry.’
‘Too angry to explain properly to you. I am sorry, you must have thought I had lost my mind, dragging you out of there at five o’clock yesterday morning.’ Julia did not often lose her temper, it was not a profitable thing to do, but when she did she was well aware that it was like wildfire over the grass plains of the Deccan, sweeping everything before it.
Miri had meekly held her tongue and left Julia to a fuming silence broken only by curt orders to servants, coachmen and innkeepers. ‘I must have been a perfectly horrid companion yesterday, I should have explained. I overheard your aunt agreeing terms with Sir James Walcott on what he would pay her if I were to wed him.’ She took a steadying breath. ‘I lay awake all night brooding and the thought of seeing her sour face over breakfast was too much.’
‘I rather liked Sir James.’
‘So did I,’ Julia agreed grimly.
‘You are very rich.’ Miri sounded as though her teeth were clenched to stop them chattering. There was only so much that fur rugs and pewter hot water bottles could do against the Norfolk weather on a late December day.
‘Oh, indecently so.’ Julia’s own teeth were gritted, but not because of the cold. ‘And it is a well-known fact of life that indecently rich widows are fair game for any impoverished gentleman who fancies lining his pockets. After all, marrying money is not the same as lowering oneself to engage in trade and actually earn it.’
There was silence as the coach lurched through another drift. It gave Julia ample time to rue allowing her temper to land them here.
‘So what will you do now?’
‘See what this house your father left me is like. I have no hopes of it, but, if it at least has a roof, then we shall stay there for Christmas and by the New Year I will have a plan.’ She always had a plan and usually they were rather more successful than her bright idea of leaving India and returning to England with her stepdaughter and a fortune, expecting to find it easy to make a new life.
She had wanted to give Miri everything a restricted upbringing had denied her stepdaughter, find her a husband to love her. Now she suspected that Miri would have been much happier in India with a dowry, making her own choices. Had she dragged her along because of her own desire for companionship? She had been so lonely throughout her marriage that if it had not been for Miri’s warm affection when her father brought home his young bride she would have gone mad, she thought.
Nothing is easy. Nothing. In England money seems to be a curse for an independent woman. Or perhaps expecting to be independent is the curse in itself.
‘It will be very pleasant to have a real English country Christmas.’ There was that at least to look forward to. ‘Plum pudding, mulled wine, decorating the house with evergreens, sitting around roaring log fires. We will give the staff Christmas Day off and listen to them singing carols. You’ll love it, Miri. I remember it all so well from my childhood. Christmas is wonderful for children.’ She trod firmly on that image and imagined instead a fatherly old butler, a rosy-cheeked cook, cheerful, willing maids and footmen… ‘But whatever else we do, remember that we are two ladies of modest means.’
‘Very well.’ Miri gave a determined nod. ‘We will dress simply and warmly and leave our jewels in their cases. After all, I am not looking for a husband and you do not want one who desires you only for your money.’
That ruled out all the gentlemen of England. Who would want a sallow-faced widow of twenty-five with no connections for any reason other than her money? It was a good thing that seven years of marriage had removed any romantic delusions she might ever have nurtured about the institution. As for Miri, if and when she found a man she wanted, Julia would do everything in her power to make her dreams come true. If this mythical lover deserved such a pearl. And if that meant losing her, seeing her go back to India, then of course she must go. She could not be selfish and hold on to her.
But meanwhile they were shivering in a wasteland. ‘How much longer is this going to take?’ Julia jerked on the check string and dropped the window glass, letting in a blast of dry, frigid air and a dusting of snowflakes. ‘Thomas?’
