AMAZON

 

NOMINATED FOR THE RONE AWARD

 

Dreams can come true if you open your heart.

After her four sisters married for love, Mercy Baxendale, in her first London Season, wants the same for herself. Her requirements are simple. The man she marries must be madly in love with her, and he must also be prepared to support her business venture.
When an incident lands Mercy and Grant, Viscount Northcliffe in the scandal sheets and has everyone in London talking, they are forced into a marriage of convenience. Although Northcliffe is quite the most handsome man she’s met, he does not fill her criterion for a husband. Not only does he appear to be a man with secrets, he has a very public mistress.
Grant foresees no rush to marry and produce an heir. His grandfather, the Duke of Rotherham, and Grant’s father are still above ground. And squiring a fiancée around London for the Season is difficult with the dangerous work he’s undertaken for the Crown.
While he accepts that circumstances have thrust marriage upon him, he wishes his reluctant fiancée would be warmer. There’s a decidedly chilly expression in her beautiful blue eyes when she looks at him.
Will they find it possible to overcome their differences and love one another, or will his secrets destroy their chance of happiness?

Reviews:

4.5 Stars

REGENCY; It is Lady Mercy’s first season and she is interested in marrying for love, just like all of her sisters. She is quite a unique individual because she also wants to be independent after she is married. She wants to create beauty aids such as facial creams and write a book about her beauty advise. She meets Lord Northcliffe who seems to disparage the idea of a woman writing and experimenting. On top of that, Northcliffe is a known rake. After he rescues Mercy from a terrifying situation at Vauxhall, Northcliffe is forced to ask for her hand. Will it be possible to overcome their difference and find love?

There are several plot twists in this charming story, which makes a real page-turner. The characters are plentiful and fresh and Northcliffe is quite noble. The scenery and muddy roads are described in exquisite detail and one feels as though they are there, riding on those roads on a slightly wild steed. The sisterly love is portrayed so beautifully that it almost oozes out of the book.

Andersen writes an adventurous regency book that one wishes to keep reading, even when the story is done. This novel is part of a series but is a fantastic standalone work.

InD’tale Magazine.

Charming, Witty, Interesting from beginning to end
Loved, loved, loved this book. Charming, witty, interesting from beginning to end. Not so scandalous maybe in their time but this was a very good read. Highly recommend this book.
Settling down with a Baxendale Sisters novella is like visiting friends. I’ve enjoyed every sister’s story, and Mercy’s did not disappoint. As ever, Maggi mixes romance and suspense, drawing you quickly into the lives of her characters, but leaving you wanting more. Fortunately, there’s never long to wait for another Maggi Anderson novel
This 5 book series is fantastic. The characters are lovely there is just the right amount of sweetness and sauciness to want to turn page after page. I’ll miss the Baxendales

Excerpt:

Laughter and bright chatter erupted through the open French doors of Lady Millburn’s London townhouse. For a moment, Mercy and Lord Burleigh were alone on the terrace. She gazed down into the garden decorated with flickering lanterns and breathed in the scents of flowers and damp grass. The moist air of an unseasonably warm spring night settled over her bare arms, the stone balustrade blessedly cool as she leaned against it.

“Lady Mercy, don’t be so cruel,” Burleigh implored in husky tones beside her. “It is every debutante’s rite of passage to be kissed on a terrace in the moonlight at her first ball.”

He stood too close. Mercy prodded his arm with her fan. “I have four married sisters, my lord, and have never heard of any such thing. I accepted your invitation to walk on the terrace because it was so dreadfully hot and stuffy inside.”

Although his pleading look made him resemble an eager puppy, she suspected she was one of many he invited to the terrace. “Shall we return to the ballroom?”

Mercy had witnessed each of her four sisters fall in love and marry wonderful men, and she’d waited with impatience for her life to begin. Her first ball held the potential for romance thrilling, swooning romance with a handsome suitor. So far, the men who partnered her had been unsatisfactory. One gentleman had knobby knees, another talked in such an affected way she couldn’t follow his conversation.

As they crossed the terrace, she fought to revive her dwindling hopes, perhaps the next man to dance with her…

A wall of heat, blended with cloying perfume, perspiration, coffee, and candle smoke greeted her as she slipped inside. The massive crystal chandelier overhead lit up the brilliantly dressed crowd, causing jewelry to flash and sparkle.

“Mercy, where have you been?” Mama watched Lord Burleigh wander off in search of a more promising victim.

“Lord Burleigh and I found the terrace much cooler.”

Mama fanned herself furiously. “It is dreadfully close tonight.” She frowned. “But please remain within these walls. There are too many rakes here tonight. I think Lady Millburn should have vetted her guests more closely.”

“Rakes, Mama?” Mercy gazed around, hoping the dull evening might improve. “Who are they? Can you point them out?”

“Lord Northcliffe for one.” Mama pointed with her chin at a tall, handsome man lounging against a stone pillar a short distance from where they sat.

Mercy stared, mesmerized by the errant lock of black hair on his forehead. Despite his easy grace, there was a sense of something mysterious about him that she found quite fascinating. So, that was a rake.

“Gossip is rife about Northcliffe’s latest exploits,” Mama said employing her fan.

Northcliffe’s gaze settled on Mercy. She thought she detected amusement in his amber eyes. Could he have heard their conversation? Captivated, she found she couldn’t look away. Neither did he. She blinked, feeling lightheaded. “What exploits?”

“Nothing fit for your ears.” Mama shook her head. “I don’t believe I shall point out the others. We can depend upon them to find you, my dear. When they do, you mustn’t give them an inch, or before you know it, that will lead to other more intimate endeavors!”

Mercy turned back to the pillar, disappointed to find Lord Northcliffe had gone.