Series: A Honeycote Novel (Book 5)
Mass Market Paperback: 400 pages
Publisher: Forever
Release Date: October 27, 2015
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1455551821
ONCE YOU'VE HAD A TASTE OF SCANDAL...
As the Duke of Huntford's sister, Lady Rose Sherbourne follows the rules of well-bred society. Always chaperoned. Never engaging in unseemly behavior. Well, except for that one summer, years ago. And yet she's never been able to forget that handsome stable master or the stolen moments they shared. She's always wondered what might have happened if he hadn't disappeared without a word... Now she's about to find out.
YOU CAN NEVER GO BACK
Charles Holland never expected to see Lady Rose again. And yet the years haven't lessened his devotion—or his desire—in any way. Despite their differences in class, Charles cannot stop himself from wanting to possess her. But as they uncover one intimate secret after another about her family, they realize that, this time, their love may come at a very dear price...
About Anne Barton
Anne Barton began swiping romance novels off her mom's bookshelf as a teenager, so when she had the chance to spend a semester in London-home to her favorite heroes-she packed her bags and promptly fell in love with the city, its history, and its pubs. She dreamed of writing romance, but somehow ended up a software analyst instead.Fortunately, a few years and a few careers later, Anne found her way back to writing the stories she loves and in 2011 won the Romance Writers of America's Golden Heart® for Regency Historical Romance. She lives in Maryland with her husband (who, sadly, is not a peer of the realm-but a great guy nonetheless) and her three children, who try valiantly not to roll their eyes whenever she quotes Jane Austen. Her weaknesses include reality TV, cute-but-impractical shoes, and caffeinated beverages of all kinds.
Excerpt:
“What are you
doing?”
The voice was
authoritative, rich, and deep. And hauntingly familiar.
She turned, hiding
the letter behind her. She made a clumsy attempt to shove the drawer
shut with her bottom but only succeeded in bumping the desk, which
rocked on spindly legs. The man must be a servant. If she could
manage a haughty tone, she could probably talk her way out of the
situation. But she’d never been particularly good at haughty. Her
face burned.
“I was looking for
something.” She looked at the man, hoping he wasn’t half as
intimidating as he sounded, and froze.
Dear God. It
couldn’t be.
“Rose?” He
blinked, clearly as stunned as she, then quickly corrected himself.
“Lady Rose?”
“Charles.” The
sound of his name on her lips was surreal. She’d thought that her
feelings for him had withered, dried, and blown away like dead
leaves.
She’d been wrong.








