A night in London’s most exclusive bordello. Agent of the Crown Sir Martin Powell would not normally indulge, but the end of his time spying against Napoleon deserves a victory celebration. Yet, such pleasure will not come cheap. The auburn-haired courtesan he calls “Kitten” is in truth Katherine, Lady Egerton, a dowager baroness and the daughter of an earl as elusive as she is alluring. She flees a fate worse than death. But Martin has known darkness, too, and he alone can touch her heart—as she has touched his. To the English Midlands they will steal, into the rising winds of revolution.
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Where do you go when running from you pervert brother in law who wants you as his own, to the brothel run by your old nanny of course. When you are mistaken for one of the "employees" what's a girl to do but go with the flow. In Against The Wind, Kit has one bad turn after another that lead her to something that could be very very good as long as she can get away from the very very bad that is after her.
Set just following the Napoleonic war in Regency England, Martin a former spy finds his work for the crown not quite over when he lands on the soil of his home. While doing his duty to England Martin is also going to do his best to protect Kit.
Ms. Walker creates a fantastic mix of sweeping historic romance, spy thriller and enough sexual heat to make it steamy with out stepping over into erotic. The richly detailed writing paints vivid images of war, unrest and of course the balls of the Ton.
You can be swept away into the world in a time of huge change as well as into the love story that is a wild ride for Kit and Martin.
I couldn't put it down, it gave me 3 things I love in one great story History, Mystery and Sex!
They stepped into the ballroom just as the orchestra stuck up a waltz—and Martin froze. Standing not twenty feet before him was the object of his long search, shimmering in a silver gown that reflected the lights above, her only other adornments her auburn tresses and a string of pearls. Even here, amidst the ton’s finery, she stood out, once again an ethereal creature.
“Kitten,” he muttered under his breath. She stood with two debutantes and an older man and woman, her back to the dancing couples. She appeared unaware of the attention she was drawing from the men around her, but Martin saw the looks they were giving her and felt a wave of jealousy sweep over him.
“What is it, Martin? Why did you stop? What are you staring at?”
“She is here. Just there.”
Out of the corner of his eye Martin saw Ormond’s head turn toward Kit. At the same time, Kit turned her face to the side and it became a mask of horror. Whatever she saw had shaken her badly.
A man. She was looking at a man.
“Who is that?” Martin said, gesturing for Ormond.
“That,” Ormond informed him, “is the man you have been asking about. The Earl of Rutledge.”
As a child Regan Walker loved to write stories, particularly about adventure-loving girls, but by the time she got to college more serious pursuits took priority. One of her professors thought her suited to the profession of law, and Regan realized it would be better to be a hammer than a nail. Years of serving clients in private practice and several stints in high levels of government gave her a love of international travel and a feel for the demands of the “Crown” on its subjects. Hence her romance novels often involve a demanding Prince Regent who thinks of his subjects as his private talent pool.
Regan lives in San Diego with her golden retriever, Link, whom she says inspires her every day to relax and smell the roses.
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