nspired by his father’s marriage to a dowager duchess, Ertuğrul heads to London with his English friend David Bennett-Jones, heir to the Bostwick viscountcy. They plan to attend the Season’s entertainments, intent on finding brides.
When her brother, David, returns from spending three years in the Ottoman Empire—with a handsome prince in tow—Adeline welcomes the opportunity to introduce them to her unmarried friends. She may not be interested in marriage for herself, but she’s determined to find a husband for Lady Rose, and who better than Ertuğrul?
While the three attend balls and soirées, each with their own agendas, they will soon discover that instead of searching for their perfect matches, their matches may find them!
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Historical / VictorianThis is available at all major book retailers in eBook, print, and audio. Released in 2023, this book has gotten as high as #12 in Multicultural and Interracial and #19 in Victorian Historical Romance on Amazon.
Making her way down the second floor corridor from her bedchamber, Adeline slowed her steps when she sensed someone was nearby.
The feeling was the same as the night before, when she had discovered Ertuğrul admiring the statue that stood near the top of the stairs.
Pretending preoccupation, she settled her gaze on the Aubusson carpet runner before her and continued her slow pace. As she expected, Ertuğrul was standing before the statue, his attention on one of Aphrodite’s arms.
“Good morning,” she said as she stutter-stepped to a halt. She dipped a quick curtsy.
Looking as if he’d been caught stealing a biscuit in the kitchens, Ertuğrul bowed. “Good morning,” he replied. When he straightened, his eyes darted to the statue. “You have caught me admiring this lovely lady again,” he said. “I have seen a few versions of her, but never this one.”
“You can hardly be blamed,” Adeline remarked. “She’s a goddess. Apparently perfect in her female form,” she added as she gave the marble a cursory glance. “Otherwise, why would so many sculptors use their skills to depict her in such seductive poses?”
Ertuğrul blinked, unsure of how to answer.
“It was a rhetorical question. Were you on your way down to breakfast?” Adeline asked.
An unmistakeable look of relief crossed Ertuğrul’s face. “Uh, yes. I feared I might be going down too early, though,” he said.
“Not at all. I’m sure David is already down there.” She sniffed the air, detecting the faintest hint of fried bacon. A momentary reminder that Muslims didn’t eat pork had her once again hoping there might be other options available on the breakfast buffet.
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Tânia Nezio
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Spanish
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Diana Zamora Cuesta
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