Book
1: Courting Danger: Agents for the Crown
Ellen
Montgomery wants nothing more than to live her life on her terms. However when
her Father catches her riding his favorite stallion astride and in her brothers
breeches no less, he decides to send Ellen to Paris for some much needed polish
before the London Season. Ellen is soon fascinated with the Lords she meets,
but only one makes her blood burn in more ways than one!
Christopher
Fairfax, the new Earl of Durham has sworn off women, they are nothing but
trouble. But he soon finds himself intrigued by his best friend’s younger
sister, a wild little hellion who won’t listen to reason and won’t stay out of
his head.
Ellen
and Christopher both find themselves courting danger when they find a common
enemy in Lord Darby, a ruthless man wanted by the crown for murder. A man
determined to gain Ellen’s hand and therefore her fortune in marriage by any
means necessary. Ellen and Christopher must work together to stop him before
it’s too late.
Book
2: Artifice: Agents for the Crown
David
Alexander Cole, the Earl of Whitborne is tired of his life as an agent, but
when he meets an enchanting young miss with an unusual request he finds he
cannot help but be intrigued. Miss
Joanna Deville enters his life like a whirlwind and he finds himself hard
pressed not to help her in her quest for love, but soon finds himself entangled
in a love triangle. The game is one of deception, make a certain gentleman
jealous, and catch a jewel thief in the process, but it goes awry when he finds
himself falling in love with Joanna’s devastatingly beautiful best friend, Miss
Arianna Channing. What’s a spy to do
when confronted with such Artifice…
Arianna
Channing has always been the belle of the ball. Her entourage includes all of
the most eligible gentlemen, and she enjoys the power her beauty has over them,
but there is one… One delectable rake with the power to make her feel something
more, something real and true, but he’s embroiled in a charade of love with her
best friend. How can she ever convince the rakishly handsome Lord Whitborne to
quit his deception and join her in a true romance…
“Very
well, my dear, you have yourself a bargain.
As soon as we reach London, I shall become your Flirt. Though, I may ask for a favor in return
later,” Alex replied, with a wicked grin.
Book 3: Charade: Agents for the Crown
Jessica
Farrington fell in love with Lord Ashley Sinclair the moment they were
reacquainted. She only wishes that he actually felt the same desire for her, as
she does for him. Jessica soon finds
that she must leave London when a letter arrives informing her of her father’s
assassination attempt in Vienna. Her
best friends join her on her journey and she realizes that Ashley will be along
as well. She is secretly thrilled, for it will afford her more time in his
company.
Enter
Lord Knight, a handsome and romantic masked Romeo, who takes Jessica’s breath
away. His late night visits to her balcony, and his stolen kisses have
Jessica’s heart soaring. His dancing
grey eyes and wicked smile remind her so much of her love, but are her
suspicions of her amorous Romeo correct?
*Excerpt from Courting Danger: Agents of the Crown*
Ellen joined her aunt in the front
hall and they walked out to their waiting carriage together.
“Will Mr. Fairfax and Jonathon be
joining us this evening?”
“I fear not my dear. He and your
brother have both deserted us for the gaming clubs I believe.”
Ellen was disappointed to find
that he would not be joining them in their box at the Opera that evening. Ever
since she had realized her true feelings for him earlier that morning, she had
hoped to run into him and start repairing their relationship. “Oh. I see.”
“I am sure that we shall have a
fine time without them my dear. Countess Olivia and Lord Sinclair are sure to
join us.”
Ellen glanced down the street as
she climbed aboard the carriage. She noticed an unfamiliar equipage parked down
the block, but in the streetlight, she could not make out the crest. Something
about it disturbed her, however she was unsure what. “Aunt Kate, do you know
whose carriage that is?”
Kate glanced in the direction
Ellen had indicated and studied the crest upon the door. “Why, if I am not
mistaken, I believe that those are the Duke of Avebury’s colors, though I
cannot be sure, my dear.”
Feeling worried, Ellen frowned,
for the Duke lived on the opposite side of Paris. “What could he possibly be
doing over here?”
“I would not worry about it, love,
for if it is he, he shan’t bother us.”
They rode to the south of the city
where the opera house was located. Jean opened the carriage door and helped
them to descend. They entered the exquisitely decorated building and made their
way through the throng of patrons to their box on the second floor. Ellen sat
down in one of the front seats so that she might take everything in, and looked
around in excitement. The stage, hidden by gold brocade curtains, would be easy
to see from their seats. She glanced up with delight at the gorgeous tapestries
hanging upon the walls. Everything looked so inviting.
Picking up her opera glasses,
Ellen gazed about the room, waiting for the Opera to start. Her eyes caught on
the box directly across from her and she gasped.
Christopher sat across from the
Well’s box with a stunning raven-haired courtesan. At least that is what Ellen
suspected her to be. The woman wore a dangerously low cut gown of ruby red
silk. She had a positively gaudy diamond necklace around her throat and the
seductive way she leaned into Christopher made Ellen sick with jealousy.
She felt as if she had been
slapped. “How dare he!” Positive that her cheeks were as red as the Cyprian’s
gown, Ellen covered them, willing herself to be calm. She turned at once to
Lord Sinclair, who had just entered the box. “Lord Sinclair, how lovely it is
to see you. Will you be joining us for the entire performance, Milord?”
Sinclair smiled. “If you wish, my
dear Miss Montgomery, it would be my pleasure. I had hoped to be invited to sit
with you for a while.” He took the seat next to her.
Ellen turned her fiery gaze back
to Christopher. If he thinks I am going to behave the proper lady with him
sitting with a harlot, then he has another think coming. She leaned in
closer to Lord Sinclair with determination and her most charming smile. “Have
you seen this opera, Milord?”
“I am afraid not, however I am
told that it is quite delightful,” he answered, a roguish grin lighting his
face. “You do look very lovely this evening Miss Montgomery.”
“La Sir! You will put me to the
blush!” she exclaimed as she tapped him playfully with her fan, her eyes
twinkling with naughtiness.
“So what has put you into such
high spirits this evening?” he asked.
“Why, it is your company, of course,
my Lord,” she answered with an amused smile.
“I could not possibly take all of
the credit for your mood. Perhaps it is the…atmosphere.” Sinclair arched an eyebrow and cast a look
across the room with a smile.
“A lady would never admit to that,
Milord.” Ellen brushed her fan against
her left cheek and felt her cheeks heat at his look.
Author Bio:
Elizabeth A. Lance lives with her husband, Brandon,
their two teens, lovingly nicknamed Princess and The Boy, and a menagerie of
crazy animals. She is the author of
several short stories, the Young Adult series, Soul Mates as well as the
Agents for the Crown, Regency series with Crushing Hearts & Black Butterfly
Publishing. She loves to hear from her fans and can be reached at http://www.facebook.com/ElizabethAnneLance.
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