In A Rake’s Vow, Vane Cynster vowed he’d never marry.
To Vane, Bellamy Hall seems like the perfect place to temporarily hide from London’s husband hunters. But when he encounters irresistible Patience Debbington,
Vane realizes he’s met his match …
She vowed no man would catch her.
Patience isn’t about to succumb to Vane’s sensuous propositions. Yes, his kisses leave her dizzy and his caresses made her melt; but Patience has promised herself she’ll never become vulnerable to a broken heart. Is this one vow that was meant to be broken?
Once the flames are ignited . . .
Miranda Ellis is a woman tormented. Plagued since birth by a strange and powerful gift, she has spent her entire life struggling to control her exceptional abilities. Yet one innocent but irreversible mistake has left her family’s fortune decimated and forced her to wed London’s most nefarious nobleman.
They will burn for eternity . . .
Lord Benjamin Archer is no ordinary man. Doomed to hide his disfigured face behind masks, Archer knows it’s selfish to take Miranda as his bride. Yet he can’t help being drawn to the flame-haired beauty whose touch sparks a passion he hasn’t felt in a lifetime. When Archer is accused of a series of gruesome murders, he gives in to the beastly nature he has fought so hard to hide from the world. But the curse that haunts him cannot be denied. Now, to save his soul, Miranda will enter a world of dark magic and darker intrigue. For only she can see the man hiding behind the mask.
Blackberries, Blackberries ($3.99 Kindle), an AmazonEncore edition by Crystal Wilkinson, which I selected solely based on the background description from the author.
Winner of the 2002 CHAFFIN LITERARY AWARD
An enchanting, haunting collection of stories by Crystal Wilkinson, a self-described Black, country girl and poet from rural Kentucky. The stories explore the joys and pain of the women of “Affrilachia”, and will touch the reader profoundly.
“I grew up on a farm in Indian Creek, Kentucky during the seventies. I swam in creeks and roamed the knobs and hills. We had an outhouse and no inside running water. Our house was heated by coal and wood-burning stoves and we lived so far back in the woods that we could get only one television station. But it was a place of beauty – trees, green grass and blue sky as far as you could see. I am country. Being country is as much a part of me as my full lips, wide hips, dreadlocks and high cheek bones. There are many Black country folks who have lived and are living in small towns, up hollers and across knobs. They are all over the South—scattered like milk thistle seeds in the wind. The stories in this book are centered in these places.” – Crystal E. Wilkinson