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One would expect that Texas-born Eleanor Banfield would have been fascinated by Western Novels. But no! The irresistible Lords and seductive ladies from the Victorian and Regency periods won her over!
Growing up, her rebellious nature would always find her riding her horse or lying under a tree, getting lost in one of her favorite regency historical romances. Always itching for adventure, she was only sixteen when she decided to write her first story.
As soon as she finished school, she studied literature which soon became her passion. When she’s not writing, Eleanor enjoys spending time with her husband, doing Pilates, and baking… not necessarily in that order! She also identifies herself as the biggest tea fan!
Her wild imagination promises to throw you back in time, into a world of passion, scandals, and intrigue. Allow yourself to be seduced…
Here is a short sample from the book:
Abigail sunk into a shallow curtsy and when she rose, turned to open the door. As her hands held the handle, her father stopped her.
Abigail stopped and spun so she could face him. “Yes, Father?”
“You should know…tomorrow, you shall be going for fittings for ballgowns as well. I know we let you miss last season. However, you are nine-and-ten now, entirely of age. I want you to have your debut this season. There is no better time to enter society than now.”
Abigail’s smile disappeared but she wasn’t sad, not really. She had foreseen this, planned for it. Her father had let her miss out on the last season because she had given school as her excuse, claiming that she wished to complete her studies.
Now, she had no more excuses. Deciding to focus on the good, she forced a bright smile to her face.
As Nicholas stepped into the room, his eyes caught a lady standing quietly by a corner. For some reason he did not understand, his feet rocked to a stop. He turned to look at her and as their gazes met, his heart stopped.
She blinked, breaking the contact for the smallest moment and his heart began to beat again, faster, harder than it ever had in his lifetime.
Everything in Nicholas seemed to come alive. His nerves tingled, his stomach squirmed, his head spun.
What is this? What’s happening? This is strange. Very strange.
He had met many women and none of them had ever had such potent effect on him.
Although, when he considered it, it was clear that he hadn’t met any woman quite as fair as the lady before him. From her dress and the way she stood – tall and proud, he could tell that she was a woman of high social standing.
Her light brown tresses that tumbled all the way to her waist and those gray eyes that looked like they could see into his soul told him she bore relations to the Duke.
His daughter, most definitely.
The one they had been holding a ball for? Nicholas wondered what the purpose of the ball had been.
Once again, she blinked, looking away this time.
Just like that, the moment ended. He released a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding, wondering if she had felt it too or if he had been alone in that life-altering experience.
Aware that he had stayed in one spot for too long already, he willed his feet to move. Thankfully, they did. He looked around the room, hoping that no one had noticed what had trespassed between himself and the lady.
He found himself suddenly curious about her.
What is her name? What is she like?