Angry, Derington set the door to quaking when he pulled it shut behind him, more than a little disgusted with Mr. Tate’s higher regard for money than for relieving the Dancys’ suffering. And yet, his own conscience was not clear. Had he not also been guilty of a frequent disregard for the needs and feelings of others, his compassion and thoughtfulness swallowed up in rank and wealth? The last years of his own empty life had been characterized by selfishness and blindness. Vagrants the both of us! he fumed inwardly as he stormed down the two flights of stairs. A light drizzle cooled his burning cheeks as he exited the building. “8 Berkeley Square,” he called up to Allyne’s coachman and jumped into the elegant, crested chaise and four.
My second Regency is mainly in the hero’s point-of-view. Lord Rupert is the rakish son of the Marquess of Lansdowne. His covert escapades to ferret out a ring of aristocratic criminals requires that he disappear into the British countryside for a short time under a false identity. Here he meets Alexandra Dancy, a country miss whose family hides its aristocratic origins because they must guard a dark secret. How can the two overcome the prejudices and hidden identities that divide them? Sorry, you will just have to wait and read it to learn the answer.