When once upon a time...becomes twice upon a midnight...
With a masked ball, evil stepfather, jealous half brother, and unlikely fairy godmother, TWICE UPON A MIDNIGHT is a Cinderella story that readers of Regency romance will love!
Twice Upon a Midnight
A Regency Cinderella Story
by Anna Harrington
Genre: Regency Romance
WHEN
ONCE UPON A TIME…BECOMES TWICE UPON A MIDNIGHT
When
Lady Elenora Darby returns to London, what better way for her parents
to introduce her—and attract suitors—than to throw a masked ball?
But Ella prefers poets to peers, and in the dark gardens, she
encounters a man she knows nothing about…except that he loves
poetry. Before she can learn his name, midnight strikes, and he
vanishes, leaving behind only one clue to his identity—a glove
embroidered with his initials.
As the Duke of Pensworth’s
unwanted stepson, Spenser Rhodes has nothing to do with society…until
he meets Ella. He knows they have no future. After all, the daughter
of a duke deserves a peer, not a printer. Yet Ella is determined to
find her masked man. As her search brings them closer, more than
society is keeping them apart—so is Spenser’s half brother Simon,
who wants Ella for himself.
With a masked ball, evil
stepfather, jealous half brother, and unlikely fairy godmother, TWICE
UPON A MIDNIGHT is
a Cinderella story that readers of Regency romance will love!
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Spenser Rhodes forges an invitation to the Duke of Durham’s ball because he’s tired of being excluded from society. But when he’s found out, he has no choice but to leave—quickly—through the rear gardens, where he runs—literally—into the most alluring woman he’s ever met, one whose soul is as poetic as his and whose identity is just as unknown…
“You are beautiful, Ella,” Spenser murmured and smoothed both his hands over her cheeks until he cupped her face between his palms. “So very special.” He lowered his mouth and murmured against her lips, “You have no idea how much.”
This time when he kissed her, there was no teasing, no hesitation. He captured her mouth possessively beneath his, and when she opened to him, he slid his tongue wickedly inside to claim all of her kiss. Her slender arms snaked up to encircle his neck, and her soft body pressed into his in a silent plea to increase the intimacy of their embrace. He did exactly that by sliding his tongue over hers in wanton encouragement to do the same to him, and when she did, his heart nearly soared out of his chest.
Until it came crashing down when she whispered, “Spenser…”
The name she thought was as false as his mask. But he could never tell her his true identity. She would have laughed, and the sound would have simply killed him.
With his eyes screwed shut, he broke the embrace. He rested his forehead against hers while he caught back the breath she’d stolen, while he tamped down his attraction for her which had him wanting to do anything but stop kissing her.
“You need to go back inside now,” he said quietly. And he needed to find his way back to his normal life, one that didn’t include intelligent, beautiful women like Ella.
She stepped back. “I don’t want to.”
“I’m sure you’re being missed.”
At that dismissal, the wounded look on her face nearly undid him. “Do you regret spending time with me?”
“No.” God no.
“Kissing me, then?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Then why—”
A loud boom reverberated through the park beyond the stone wall beside them, followed by a bright burst of red. Around them, the garden suddenly came to life with showers of sparks arching up in fountains of red and blue flames. Cheers went up from the guests who spilled out onto the terrace and down onto the lawn to watch the display.
“It’s midnight,” she explained, looking high into the sky as rockets roared overhead to strains of “Rule Britannia” played by the orchestra. Then she gave him a look somewhere between uncertainty and anticipation. “Time to remove our masks.”
Time to pay the piper… He drew a deep breath. “Ella, I need to ex—”
“There! There he is!”
The light of the bursting fireworks had lit the shadows around them and revealed them to the butler and a footman. The angry butler pointed at Spenser, and the footman charged toward him across the garden.
“My lord!” the butler shouted. “I must speak with you regarding your invitation!”
Spenser blew out a low curse. He gave her a last, longing look, then said sadly, “Goodbye, Ella.”
“Don’t go,” she protested, reaching for his arm. “You can—”
He placed a quick kiss to her lips, then turned and leapt over the wall into the park. He had to leave. Now. The last way he wanted her to remember him was as an uninvited trespasser being dragged out of the party. A fraud. A man led away in disgrace. Or worse—the unwanted stepson of the Duke of Pensworth.
As he dropped into the darkness beyond the garden wall, he caught a last glimpse of her bending down to pick up his dropped glove.
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Anna fell in love with historical romances—and all those dashing Regency heroes—while living in London, where she studied literature and theatre and found herself lost nearly every day. A USA Today best selling author, she loves to travel, fly airplanes, and ballroom dance, and when she isn’t busy writing her next novel, she can usually be found in her garden, fussing over her roses. She loves all things chocolate and coffee, is a terrible cook, and hopes one day to use her oven for something other than shoe storage.
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