(I don’t thnk the preorder is up quite yet, but should be soon!)
So, a couple of years ago I got in touch with my inner Judith McNaught and I wrote the first book in a historical romance trilogy. I like to think of it as an old-school bodice ripper with a modern twist: a duke gets amnesia and is Florence Nightingale’d by a woman who has fallen out of favor with society. (There’s also a queer secondary romance.) My directive to the cover designer was “I want this to be the bodice rippiest old-skool clutch cover you can make” and I’d say she delivered. I don’t think the pre-order is actually up yet but should be soon and you can get the book yourself this fall! (Book 2 has a secret baby. I went all in on the soapy tropes.) But lo, here is a cover!
Hugh Baxter, the twelfth Duke of Swynford, is one of the most powerful men in England. Then one night he is hit over the head by an unknown assailant and left for dead on the streets of London.
Adele Paulson is the daughter of an earl of dubious character, and after the death of her fiancé, she’s resigned herself to life as a spinster. Then she witnesses a man being thrown from a carriage one night and decides to bring him into her home. When he comes to, he has no idea who he is.
Adele and the handsome stranger begin to fall for each other as they search for his identity. A news story about the missing Duke of Swynford leads Adele to connect that her stranger and the duke are one and the same. But as Hugh begins to recover his memories, he does not want to leave Adele behind. Although everyone disapproves of their relationship—including his mother and his closest friends—Hugh is determined to have Adele as his wife. But before they can settle into their life of married bliss, Hugh must also find who wants him dead.