A Rose for a Rogue by Collette Cameron®

A Historical Regency Romance

What’s a future duke to do when the most unsuitable woman possible captures his heart?

A rose for a rogue

What’s a future duke to do when the most unsuitable woman possible captures his heart?

Eden tried to avoid even a hint of scandal her whole life.

Plowing headlong into the Marquis of Sterling and dropping eggs on his boots wasn’t the most foolish thing Eden Haverden had ever done. Imprudently agreeing to take the charming rogue home when his horse went lame wasn’t either. But reluctantly accepting Chester’s invitation to stay the night at his familial estate after she nearly drowned? Yes, that assuredly was a rash decision and invited utter ruin. So why doesn’t she listen to her common sense?

The DeCourcy sins have haunted Chester his entire life.
Determined to create a new legacy for the tainted duchy, Manchester’s every action and decision are governed by diligence and discipline. A man of reason and purpose, he shouldn’t be distracted by the wholly unsuitable Eden Haverden. Not only is she the illegitimate offspring of his father’s arch enemy, she’s also the sister of the man who’d killed his brother. Why then, can’t he resist the powerful connection between them?

Can Chester convince Eden to put aside their families’ feud and trust him with her heart and love? 

For a captivating page-turning Regency Romance adventure that will keep you reading far past your bedtime, buy the sixth book in the A Waltz with a Rogue Series today! 

This enemies to lovers Regency historical by a USA Today bestselling author will warm your heart and bring a smile to your face. You might even giggle, and you won’t be able to turn the pages fast enough to find out what happens to Chester and Eden next.

If you enjoy reading second chance, wounded hero, or wallflower stories with a dash of suspense, a sprinkle of humor, and spellbinding emotion then you’ll adore Collette Cameron’s tantalizing A WALTZ WITH A ROGUE SERIES. Buy A ROSE FOR A ROGUE and settle into your favorite reading nook with your beverage of choice for a rousing romantic adventure you can’t put down.    

Though this book can easily be read as a stand-alone, most readers prefer to read the series in order.

Genre: FICTION / Romance / Regency

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Romance / Historical / Victorian

Language: English

Keywords: Wealthy alpha males Royalty & Aristocrats Dukes, literature & fiction historical fiction Regency, Women's fiction classical historical fiction, Teen & Young Adult Romance Historical, clean & wholesome Christian short stories, Historical Fiction British 18th Century, religious & Inspirational Fiction Romance

Word Count: 44,000

Sample text:

He reached to press the latch when the door sprang open, practically smacking him in the face. The sturdy panel came to an abrupt halt when the wood hit his boots. His injured toes curled in protest despite their stout leather protection.

Arms laden, a petite, dull brown-clad flurry barreled into him, whacked her forehead on his chest and, giving a startled squeal, dropped one of her baskets.

Eggs and greens scattered everywhere, including atop his feet, and he instinctively clutched her elbows to keep her from crashing to the scuffed floor too.

A whiff of roses and lilies and some other essence wafted upward. Nostrils flared, he inhaled, trying to decipher the other scents. Perhaps a tinge of orange blossom or lemon? Fresh and light and wholly memorable.

“I beg your pardon.”

Breathless, the top of her head not quite at shoulder level, she arched away, peering upward.

Her hood slipped off to reveal unbound hair, a shade somewhere between walnut and pecan. Not brown exactly, but not blonde either, though golden ribbons threaded the strands here and there.

Her pale, ice blue eyes—hyacinth blue—rounded in surprise but not embarrassment. A deeper azure green rimmed her irises which, if he wasn’t mistaken, shimmered with uncontained joy and ill-concealed amusement.

Directed at him.

Battling an inexplicable reluctance to do so, he set her from him. Not, however, before mentally noting the delicacy of the arms his fingers encircled or the refined planes of her flushed face. Or her bowed mouth, pinkish-red from the brisker-than-usual May air.

Since when did he notice a woman’s hair color?

Or wind-tinted lips, for that matter?

Must be the whisky—had him numpty. Which was why he rarely imbibed more than a single tot.






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