Wednesday, October 17, 2018

Regency History: Banns, licences and Hardwicke's Marriage Act - a R...

Regency History: Banns, licences and Hardwicke's Marriage Act - a R...: St George's Hanover Square - the most fashionable church in Regency London The Marriage Act (1753) Marriages in late Georgi...

Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Enjoy a holiday collection from nine fabulous authors in this collection of never-before published tales!

From the bedecked halls of Regency England to the cold and crisp air of Medieval England, and everything in between, welcome to the magic of a holiday collection that will bring the joy of the season into your heart and into your home. Nine USA Today or Internationally bestselling authors bring you their twist on the holidays using some of your favorite characters in A NIGHT OF ANGELS.

This collection includes my story: Eleanor Fitzherbert's Christmas Miracle Eleanor is from the Dangerous Lords series. Meet her first in Book #1 The Baron's Betrothal:

Childless widow, Eleanor Fitzherbert has resigned herself to a life alone, because most unmarried gentlemen wish for an heir. But after a young sweep gets stuck in the Duke of Broadstairs' chimney, and a handsome viscount comes to his rescue, surprising things begin to happen.

Thursday, September 13, 2018

Soon to release! A great group of authors! Mythical stories become Regency romances: A Legend to Love!

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A Regency romantic suspense based on the Myth of Pygmalion and Galatea.

Sculptor, Lewis, Lord Chesterton has shut himself away working on his sculptures after his wife, Laura, left him and was subsequently murdered. Some in Society believe he was behind her death. When Lewis begins a new work titled Aphrodite, Hebe Fenchurch comes to pose for him.
Hebe’s life has been turned upside down since her father killed himself after becoming involved in a swindle. Hebe and her mother have been shunned by the ton and left with very little money, and Hebe must seek employment. When told she is unsuited for a governess and lacks the skills of a maid, she finds paid work as an artist’s model.
Lewis prides himself on his professionalism. He never sleeps with his models although many in the ton believe he does. But Hebe has been keeping a secret from him. He finds himself drawn to her, his work stalls, and he fears he won’t finish the statue of Aphrodite. Must he dismiss Hebe and lose the best model he ever had?
After another of Lewis’ models suffers the same fate as his wife Laura, the mystery intensifies and gossip spreads. Can the two murders be connected? Hebe is drawn into the fray. He must act to protect her.
As Hebe sits for him, Lewis’ employs his skill as a sculptor to fashion the beautiful goddess from a block of marble. As the stone gleams like satin in the light, Lewis’ world view changes. It is said that Aphrodite stands for love, beauty, pleasure, and procreation, and she can even mend a broken heart.
Can the goddess’ power be real?
Bow Street have had no success in finding the murderer. Will they strike again?



Friday, August 3, 2018

Regency History: A Regency History guide to dukes, marquesses and o...

Regency History: A Regency History guide to dukes, marquesses and o...: Peers (from left to right): duke, marquess, earl, viscount, baron from A book explaining the ranks and  dignitaries of British Society ...

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Sunday, July 22, 2018

New Release! The Viscount's Widowed Lady by Maggi Andersen.

An oubliette is an underground dungeon only accessible from the top. It's name come from the French to 'forget.' It features in my new release THE VISCOUNT'S WIDOWED LADY - Dangerous Lords Book 3..
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Saturday, July 21, 2018

Double Release Spectacular! Book Three and Four of the bestselling Dangerous Lords series by Maggi Andersen! Available to read for free or buy for 0.99cents each for a week!



Get Book Two in the exciting Dangerous Lords series - spies, passion, and mystery await! Purchase the book, or read for FREE in Kindle Unlimited!

John Haldane, Earl of Stathairn, first met Lady Sibella Winborne before he left to fight Bonaparte on the Peninsular. He intended to pursue her upon his return, but his war experiences ruined that plan. Instead, disturbed by nightmares, he chooses to associate with tavern wenches and gambles his time away while he continues to spy for the Crown.

But the lady remains on his mind.

He can’t quite let Lady Sibella go. Amazed that she has not yet married, John keeps her close as a friend, seeking her out at balls and riding with her in the park. But any thoughts he might have harbored about marrying the beautiful and smart Lady Sibella vanish after his friend and fellow spy is slain.

The game changes.

Determined to find his friend's murderer, Strathairn faces a new mission - has the treasonous Frenchman, Count Forney, returned to wreak havoc? It is believed he drowned escaping England years ago. Or, worse... is there a new plot afoot to drive the people to revolution?

Lady Sibella Winborne has remained single well past her first season, despite several offers of marriage. Her many siblings have always aided her to deter unwanted suitors, but the family now believes it’s time she wed. Her elder brother, Chaloner, Marquess of Brandreth, insists on it. He has found the perfect suitor, Lord Coombe, but Sibella doesn’t warm to him. Is it because she harbors a strong affection for a blond-haired gentleman? Strathairn makes every other man seem ordinary. While she wants to set up her own household and have children, she can’t give up on Strathairn. When they’re together, the air sizzles. But does he look at every woman the way he looks at her?

Join John and Sibella on their unforgettable journey to their happily ever after!



Read Book Three in the Dangerous Lords series - spies and danger make strange, but passionate, bedfellows!

When a widow must fight for herself… and her love.

A widow in dire circumstances, Lady Althea Brookwood fights to hang on to the one thing left to her, Owltree Cottage. When faced with a ruthless enemy, she must turn to a man for help. But her former life with her cruel husband has made her distrust men. When a gentleman she seeks assistance from is murdered, Althea finds herself caught up in a conspiracy. Unfortunately, she must turn to the last man on earth she would trust with her virtue....

Leaving behind his sad past in Ireland, Keiran Flynn, Viscount Montsimon, has become a renowned diplomat and close confidant of King George IV. A handsome rake many women of the ton wish to take to their beds, Flynn treats women lightly until he meets a lady who resists his charm. When the king sends Flynn on a secret mission, he finds that this lady, Lady Brookwood, is in some way involved. It is a puzzling situation as well as a dangerous one. He is determined to protect her even though the stubborn lady resists him at every turn.

Althea and Flynn find themselves thrust into the midst of a hazardous intrigue while fighting an attraction which could cause them to lose focus and possibly their lives.

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

5 Star Review THURSDAY'S CHILD by Rosemary Morris


On their way to a ball, eighteen-year-old Lady Margaret is reminded by her affectionate brother, the Earl of Saunton, to consider her choice of words before she speaks. Despite his warning, she voices her controversial opinion to Lady Sefton, one of Almack’s lady patronesses, who can advance or ruin a debutante’s reputation. Horrified by her thoughtless indiscretion, Margaret runs from the ballroom into the reception hall where she nearly slips onto the marble floor.

Baron Rochedale, a notorious rake catches her in his arms to prevent her fall. Margaret, whose family expect her to make a splendid marriage, and enigmatic Rochedale, who never reveals his secrets, are immediately attracted to each other, but
Rochedale never makes advances to unmarried females.

When Margaret runs out into the street, out of chivalry it seems he must follow the runaway instead of joining his mistress in the ballroom, where anxious mothers would warn their daughters to avoid him.

Rochedale’s quixotic impulse leads to complications which force him to question his selfish way of life.
Entangled by him in more ways than one, stifled by polite society’s unwritten rules and regulations Margaret is forced to question what is most important to her.


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Friday, June 22, 2018

The Fascination of the Regency Era and why I write about it by Maggi Andersen

It’s was a brief fascinating era. There is so much for a writer to draw upon from Regency history. Romance, royalty, the ton, Napoleonic wars, and tales of espionage. That brief, spectacular period in English history, came about when King George III, was unable to rule due to porphyria, a sickness which rendered him insane. In 1811, his eldest son, George, an aesthete and a spend-thrift, ruled as Regent in his stead, until his father’s death in 1820 when George IV took the throne.
The beau monde, (or Haute ton) met during the London Season, which took place during the months when Parliament sat. At least on the surface, Society was a glittering, bright jewel, through which moved beautifully-dressed, wealthy people, dancing, flirting, while involved in parliamentary intrigues, and intrigues of a different sort. They attended soirées, Almack’s assembly rooms, (where no one could enter without a voucher and even Wellington was turned away because he failed to obey to the strict dress code), the Prince’s Carlton House dinners, card parties, horse racing, theatre and balls. All were held captive to gossip and scandal. Especially, if they publicly flouted the strict code of behavior set down to give society a design to ensure that estates and titles remained in the hands of hereditary peers. Young women were presented and then married off during a London Season, often, the marriages were arranged. Faithfulness wasn’t the norm in Regency society, however. Husbands frequented their clubs, took mistresses, and some wives took lovers. Bastards of any such union were treated badly, the men accepted on the fringe of society and the women ostracized. It follows that a few cuckoos found their way into the nest when it suited some gentlemen to accept them as their heir.
If the Victorian era has been likened to a duck swimming smoothly across a pond, while its feet paddle hard beneath the water, the Regency is more like a peacock. All show. However, beneath this glossy exterior, crime was rife; there was no established police force until Sir Robert Peel in 1829 set up the Metropolitan Police Force at Scotland Yard. Plots festered among the disadvantaged with illegal pamphlets written to urge revolt against the government. In Yorkshire, the Luddites smashed machinery, the Blanketeers marched on London, there was the Cato conspiracy, the Spa Fields Riots, and the Peterloo Massacre, which was a protest against the Corn Laws, and so badly handled a tide of dissent swelled against the government.
Throughout the turbulent years of England’s war with France, the Duke of Wellington’s spies operated in Spain, Portugal and France, and French spies infiltrated England. After Napoleon, had been imprisoned on Saint Helena, and the war ended, England continued to suffer under a government which struggled to steer England safely through years when the country’s resources were badly depleted. The English countryside could no longer feed the people. Where once they could live off the land, new by-laws fenced the land off, and drove them to the towns and cities to work in the factories under dreadful conditions. Lord Liverpool’s government feared the poison of the French Revolution would seep into English society with a similar bloody result.
The British intelligence came of age in the 19th century when it was developed as a key weapon against French power in both politics and war. One such man was part diplomat and part spy, Charles Stuart de Rothesay, later 1st Baron Stuart de Rothesay 1779-1845. He was no ordinary diplomat. I like to think of him as the first 007, and he inspired the third novel in my Dangerous Lords series.
These issues feature in many of my Regency novels.








Captain Jack Ryder – The Duke’s Bastard, Regency Sons, Book 1. Just 99cents and available on most book sites deals with the death of Napoleon and tells the love stories of two ex-army friends.

The Dangerous Lords series also draws on some of these events. Three lords work for the Crown to keep Britain safe. Each with their own romance. There will be a further edition to the series in 2019.

Book One: The Baron’s Betrothal (Available on pre-order. Released 28th June or read on Unlimited)

London 1816

Guy Fortescue comes to England to claim his inheritance, Rosecroft Hall, abandoned over thirty years ago when his father fled to France after killing a man in a duel. But England proves to be a dangerous place - someone wants Guy dead. As Guy seeks to discover who lies behind the attacks on his life, he arranges a faux betrothal with Miss Horatia Cavendish.

Unfortunately, things don’t go according to plan. An aspiring poet, Hetty proves to have a mind of her own but in spite of that, Guy finds her far too alluring.

Headstrong and lovely, Hetty agrees to the betrothal because it allows her to go to London where she can attend literary societies with her aunt. While her affection for Guy grows deeper, she must not forget the betrothal isn’t real. Guy will choose a bride from the beau monde - it will not be a colonel’s daughter from Digswell.

But Hetty is soon drawn in to Guy's life, more and more, and not entirely against her will. He is handsome and brave, and the attraction between them is undeniable. Soon, she can no longer resist her desire for him and the fact that someone is out to kill him only feeds her innate protectiveness of the man she is betrothed to. As attempts are made on Guy’s life, Hetty and his sister, Genevieve, work together to keep him alive, and a love that has been denied finally comes to fruition in the exciting conclusion.

Wednesday, May 23, 2018

New Release! THE MARQUESS MEETS HIS MATCH a Historical Romance by Maggi Andersen 0.99cents! Enjoy an excerpt.

A sexy Georgian Romance as only bestselling author Maggi Andersen can deliver!

A country-bred girl, Kate Bancroft always intended to marry for love, like her parents. She wanted a husband who adored her, who would be her knight in shining armor. But her plans don't go as she had hoped - suddenly, she finds herself married to a marquess, and her new husband an aloof stranger determined to keep his thoughts and feelings to himself.

It is the unfortunate truth that she and Lord St. Malin have been forced by circumstances to marry, and Kate is painfully aware that she is not the woman he would have chosen given a choice.

Robert makes it plain that marriage is merely for the procreation of an heir, and once that is achieved, he intends to continue in London living the life he enjoyed before he met her. Kate suspects Robert plans to tuck her away in the country, while he pursues his own interests, and she becomes determined not to let him have it all his own way.

A quiet battle ensues. Kate is left to wander the echoing corridors of St. Malin House, when she isn’t thrown into the midst of the mocking and clever Haute Ton. She’s not at all sure she likes them, as they live by their own rules, which seem rather shocking. She’s not at all sure she likes her new husband either, except for his brilliant blue eyes, the panther-like way he walks, and the smoldering expression in his eyes when he looks at her. He is a rake and does not deserve her love, but neither can she resist his searing touch.

Robert appears quite willing to do his duty, but Kate demands love and affection, and nothing less will do.

Can people from two worlds, and two ideals, find their happily ever after?

Publisher's Note: This work was previously published, as a novella, under the title The Reluctant Marquess. The current work, as presented, has been significantly changed and edited, with substantial new material added.


“If we don’t marry, what will happen to you?” she asked.
He shrugged. “Life would go on much as it has done, I expect.”
She didn’t believe that for he was now a marquess, but still a very wealthy one. He didn’t want to marry her that was clear. But she would have a grim future, without some act of generosity on Robert’s part. Could she convince him to do that for her, without meeting the obligation of marriage?
Her parents had been in love and she’d wanted the same for herself. This arrangement offered none of the emotional depth she’d anticipated. What sort of existence awaited her, closeted in a mansion alone with servants, while her husband came rarely to see her?
She would be happier with a simpler life. Even a small farm like one of those they’d ridden past. A thatched roofed cottage with a few cows, pigs, ducks and chickens… And yet, she forced herself to look into his deep blue eyes, searching for something she didn’t find. Love, or even just warm anticipation at spending his life with her. He did not press for her answer, apparently already sure of what it would be. Why would he not be? A woman in her circumstances had little choice, but that didn’t stop her wayward thoughts or her last hope for a future.
“And what of my life? What will happen to me if we do not marry?”
“I can’t answer that with certainty, but I assume…” He spread his hands as though his empty palms reflected the empty life she would surely have. “Would you prefer I secure you a position in a household nearby? Perhaps as a governess? I know that my neighbor—” Apparently, he would not offer her a stipend.
She swallowed hard. “You must ask me properly.”
His brows peaked in surprise. “Very well,” he said with a laugh.
Despite her misgivings, Charity smiled. He had a lovely laugh, full-bodied and joyful. She liked him when he laughed; his reserve dropped away. She wanted to hear it again but was silenced when he solemnly knelt before her.
He gazed up at her a smile on his lips and a twinkle lurking in his eyes. “Charity, will you give me the greatest pleasure of becoming my wife?”
She took a deep breath. Say no, she urged herself. They were very different people. It would not work. She would struggle to measure up to him and probably fail, no matter how hard she tried. There was no love in his smile, just a rather lazy and lustful glance. That smile might set her pulses racing, but she had wanted much more from marriage, hadn’t she? She suspected he would offer financial assistance if she asked for it. Ask for it, her mind urged her. But he gazed at her in such a way that her body wasn’t listening. “I will, my lord.”
“My name is Robert, remember?” His voice carried a seductive tone as he rose and gazed at her mouth. A hot expression entered his eyes, and he took a step closer. She swallowed, and resisted the urge to step backwards, suddenly trembling. Did he mean to make love to her? Perhaps even before the marriage vows?
She was so vulnerable, with no one to chaperone her, he might do what he liked with her now. The thought of this was quite shocking, but not entirely unpleasant. He gazed down at her making her feel rather small and rather fragile. It was all happening too fast. She felt confused, wanting his touch and yet afraid that coming too soon, before she could give herself to him, gladly and with love, it would set the tone of the marriage and irrevocably spoil any chance of a love-match.
“But please allow me to make a demand of my own,” she said, placing a hand on his chest as he leaned close to her.
He straightened. “And what might that be?”
“I need time to get to know you before we… consummate the marriage.”
He frowned. “How much time?”
She touched her mouth with her fingers. “It’s hard to say. When we get to know each other better.”
“But of course. I bow to your wishes.” He made her an elaborate bow. When he raised his head, she saw something flicker in his eyes. Was it annoyance or frustration?

Tuesday, May 1, 2018

Great review of The Scandalous Lady Mercy - Baxendale Sisters

REGENCY:  It is Lady Mercy’s first season and she is interested in marrying for love, just like all of her sisters. She is quite a unique individual because she also wants to be independent after she is married. She wants to create beauty aids such as facial creams and write a book about her beauty advice. She meets Lord Northcliffe who seems to disparage the idea of a woman writing and experimenting. On top of that, Northcliffe is a known rake. After he rescues Mercy from a terrifying situation at Vauxhall, Northcliffe is forced to ask for her hand. Will it be possible to overcome their difference and find love?
There are several plot twists in this charming story, which makes it a real page-turner. The characters are plentiful and fresh and Northcliffe is quite noble. The scenery and muddy roads are described in exquisite detail and one feels as though they are there, riding on those roads on a slightly wild steed. The sisterly love is portrayed so beautifully that it almost oozes out of the book. There are a few editing errors that need to be cleaned up. Ms. Andersen writes an adventurous regency book that one wishes to keep reading, even when the story is done. This novel is part of a series but is a fantastic standalone work.
Belinda Wilson

Saturday, April 28, 2018

CAPTAIN JACK RYDER - Regency Sons series Excerpt!

Enjoy two stories in one. Here's a taste of Harry and Erina

In the stables, Harry stroked the sleek neck of Erina’s bay, Jessie. “Nice mare. Now, why are we here?”
In the feeble light cast by the lantern, she couldn’t read his expression. But it didn’t matter. She’d made up her mind. “I wanted to tell you what I’ve decided. Thought I should although I don’t really owe you anything.”
He folded his arms. “I am agog with excitement. What plan have you in store for us?”
“Not us. Me.”
“I plan to travel across the country, riding Jessie.”
Harry stared at her. “You are joking of course.”
“No, I’m not. I’ve considered it most carefully. I am an excellent rider. I shall dress as a man.”
“Of all the mad schemes!” He scowled. “Congratulations. I’m difficult to shock, but you have achieved it.”
“I planned to go by stage, but I’m rather short of money.” She hadn’t expected him to be pleased but this forceful reaction surprised her. “I am of age. And it really doesn’t concern you. You can go home with a clear conscience knowing you did your best.”
Harry raked his fingers through his hair. “So, I’m to go happily home, with the knowledge that you will be ravished and murdered in a day or so? Is that your opinion of me?”
“I think you’re a very nice man,” she said coolly. “But apart from our fathers’ putting their heads together, you have nothing to do with my life or what I choose to do with it.”
Harry folded his arms and leaned back against the stable door. “May I ask your destination? Just as a matter of interest?”
“Jack’s on his way there. What’s the attraction of Ireland?”
“My mother’s family live just outside Dublin.”
“How long since you’ve seen them?”
She turned away to stroke Jessie’s smooth head which was thrust over the top of the stable door. “I’ve never met them.”
“What does ‘ho’ mean, precisely.”
“That my suspicions are proved correct. This is a madcap scheme, Erina. And you know it.”
She lifted her chin. “I don’t see why.”
“You should write to them. Perhaps someone will come to England to visit you.”
“I don’t have time to,” she snapped. “And you know that full well.”
“I see.” Harry moved away from the door. “If you stay, you will be forced into marriage. With me. The very worst thing that can happen to a lady.”
Erina raised her hand. “Harry, that’s not true. I like you, I do. But I don’t love you.” She frowned. “And you don’t love me.”
“Please don’t tell me what I feel or don’t feel.”
He stalked the length of the stables and back. “Before I leave here tomorrow, will you promise me not to go off on this dangerous expedition? We can discuss it again when we meet in London.”
“We have only a matter of days. And once I’m in London without my horse, I’ll be stuck.”
She stepped closer to try to coax him onside. Placed a hand on his claret silk waistcoat. Beneath it his chest felt muscular and strong. Somehow, she’d never thought of him that way. Hastily, she withdrew her hand. “Will you help me?”
“Help you? Good Lord, Erina, what are you asking of me?”
“To defy your father and mine, Harry.”
“Contrary to what you obviously believe, I am no longer ruled by my father. But he has his heart set on this union. I am fond of him and hate to disappoint him. He has wanted me to settle down for some time. Says he might turn up his toes without seeing his first grandchild.” Harry paused. “If we just give it time, I’m sure he’ll relent…” He raised an eyebrow. “Help you to do what, exactly?”
“Come with me. At least see me onto the boat at Holyhead. I’ll be fine from there.”
“Apart from everything else, you truly believe I would ride all the way to Holyhead?” he spluttered. “I’d rather travel on the back of a hay wagon.”
Might he be relenting? It would be so much easier if he took her there. And riding did raise some difficulties. “You must own a vehicle of some kind. Can’t you hire one? It won’t raise eyebrows if we’re two men traveling together.”
“Ha! You think you’d make a convincing man?”
“I’ll cut my hair.”
“You wouldn’t look like a man if you shaved your head and dressed in a subaltern’s uniform.”
“Why? I’m tall enough.”
“Your…” He waved a vague hand. “Figure.”
Erina looked down at her bosom. She had been cursed with a rather large one. “I shall use binding. Honestly, you are merely throwing excuses in my way. Women dressed as men in Shakespeare’s works. In Twelfth Night, it worked perfectly well for Viola.”
He sighed. “That was a play. This is real life.”
“Very well, don’t come with me. Remain here to please your father. I shall go alone.”
“No, you won’t, damn it.” He threw up his hands. “It so happens that I own a curricle. But I insist you dress normally. You can be my sister.”
She tried to hide her glee. “We don’t look alike.”
“Cousin then.” He attacked his hair again, which just flopped neatly back into place. “My God, what am I agreeing to?”
“Too late to renege,” she said silkily. “You’ve given your word.”
“I intend to send a letter to my father somewhere along the route. To set his mind at rest.”
Harry raised his eyebrows. “How thoughtful.”
She reddened and looked away.
“You know what will occur to them, don’t you?” he said.
“An elopement.”
Pleased, she nodded. “But that’s a good thing, isn’t it?”
His brown eyes narrowed slightly as they studied hers. “Is it?”
“They won’t worry. Father will think I’ve done it to save him the expense of a wedding.”
He tapped a booted foot and sighed. “All right. We’ll depart from London on Thursday. I’ll contact you on Wednesday to make the final arrangements.”
Erina’s heart began to bang joyfully. “Oh good. This is exciting, isn’t it, Harry?”
Harry scowled. “I said you’d exhaust me if we married. How right was I? And we’re not even man and wife. I don’t know about you, Lady Erina, but I’m going to bed.”