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      SEDUCTION in Regency Society August 2014

      DECEPTION in Regency Society September 2014

      PROPOSALS in Regency Society October 2014

      PRIDE in Regency Society November 2014

      MISCHIEF in Regency Society December 2014

      INNOCENCE in Regency Society January 2015

      ENCHANTED in Regency Society February 2015

      HEIRESS in Regency Society March 2015

      PREJUDICE in Regency Society April 2015

      FORBIDDEN in Regency Society May 2015

      TEMPTATION in Regency Society June 2015

      REVENGE in Regency Society July 2015

      SARAH MALLORY was born in Bristol, England and now lives in an old farmhouse on the edge of the Pennines with her husband and family. She left grammar school at sixteen to work in companies as varied as stockbrokers, marine engineers, insurance brokers, biscuit manufacturers and even a quarrying company. Her first book was published shortly after the birth of her daughter. She has published more than a dozen books under the pen name of Melinda Hammond, winning a Reviewers’ Choice Award in 2005 from Singletitles.com for Dance for a Diamond and a Historical Novel Society's Editors’ Choice in November 2006 for Gentlemen in Question.

      Pride in

      Regency Society

      Wicked Captain, Wayward Wife

      The Earl’s Runaway Bride

      Sarah Mallory

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      Table of Contents

       Cover

       About the Author

       Title Page

      Wicked Captain, Wayward Wife

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Chapter Eighteen

       Chapter Nineteen

       Chapter Twenty

       Chapter Twenty-One

       The Earl’s Runaway Bride

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Chapter Eighteen

       Chapter Nineteen

       Epilogue

       Copyright

Wicked Captain, Wayward Wife

      To the Romantic Novelists’ Association, for the unstinting friendship and support I have found there

       Chapter One

       Makerham Court, Surrey—July 1783

      ‘Ouch!’

      Evelina jumped as the rose thorn pricked her finger. How timely, she thought, staring at the tiny bead of blood. She had just been thinking that this was the most dangerous activity she undertook; cutting flowers. She sighed. These sheltered ornamental gardens at Makerham summed up her life; ordered, secure, protected. She wiped the blood from her finger and firmly suppressed the vague feeling of dissatisfaction. She had become more aware of it recently, this impression of being stifled. But she was happy, wasn’t she, keeping house for her grandfather? He had promised to take care of her, to provide for her. She need not worry about anything.

      Evelina picked up her basket of summer flowers and was walking back to the house when she heard the sound of hoofbeats on the drive. She looked up to see a rider approaching on a rangy black horse. At the stone bridge that gave access to the ancient, moated house she stopped, her head tilted enquiringly as he rode up. The man drew rein and jumped down. He was very tall, she noted. Strong, too, judging by the width of shoulder beneath his dark riding jacket and the powerful legs encased in buckskins and gleaming top boots. His black hair was caught back with

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