The Ultimate Darnalay Castle Historical Romance Bundle
The Ultimate Darnalay Castle Historical Romance Bundle
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A perfect pairing of inclusive history & steamy romance.
From the smoke-filled alleys of early-industrial Glasgow and the wild glens of the Highlands, to the far reaches of the British empire - these evocative historical romances will sweep you away, capture your heart, and transport you to a different time.
"I simply adore this series! I was hooked from the moment I started and couldn’t put it down!"
- Emily, Goodreads reviewer
~An Excerpt from Book One: 'Roses in Red Wax'~
The folly was built to resemble a ruined medieval castle. To one side stood an intact stone tower decorated with Gothic crosses. The top was enclosed by a sturdy looking parapet, suggesting it might be possible to climb up and look out over the countryside.
The place was deserted. No wind stirred. The slanting afternoon sun cast an aura of enchantment, and Jane could imagine she was wandering into the land of the faeries, like a girl from the stories Freya Riley—one of the castle maids and Mama’s closest friend—had told her as a child.
She was exploring a magical wood. There, just in front of her, were the ruins of an enchanted castle. A fortress where no one had set foot for hundreds of years . . . But perhaps someone was here, perhaps a princess dwelt at the top of the tower, forever a prisoner until her prince came to free her . . .
She shook herself. Silly. She was no longer a child, and this was just a folly. A fake. Built to lure patrons to the gardens. She would climb that tower, though. Perhaps she’d be able to see all the way back to the city.
A wooden staircase spiraled up the inside. Shafts of afternoon sunlight slanted through the mullioned windows, given shimmering, ethereal form by the specks of dust floating in the still air. The entire space was bathed in a warm golden glow and once again, she had to work to push young Janie’s flights of imagination away.
She’d made it halfway up when footsteps sounded below.
“Miss Stuart?”
Of course. It was him.
She said nothing, but she heard him begin to climb, the dull thud of his footfalls breaking the golden silence.
He rounded a corner, and she could just make him out—a silhouette hidden in shadow. The disheveled black hair. The angled planes of his face. The arch of his brow . . .
If there were a princess imprisoned in this tower, this was not the chaste prince come to rescue her and carry her away on a white horse. No, this man had arrived on a black stallion. He was the wickedly gorgeous villain who had come, not to rescue, but to ravish.
She was standing in a shaft of sunlight. He stopped short at the sight of her, staring unabashedly.
“Jane.” His voice lowered to that dark, sultry tone. She opened her mouth to respond but he held up a hand, commanding her silence. “Don’t. Move.”
She didn’t move, not so much because of his directive, but because she was caught. The shimmering beam of light held her. In time. In space. In this moment, he was no longer a scoundrel, but a devotee, and she was no longer the exiled bastard of a nobleman’s mistress, but a Lady, bathed in golden light. Powerful. She stood three stairs taller than him. His eyes worshiped her.
"'Roses in Red Wax' kept popping up in my feed and I reluctantly relented - unsure whether it would be worthwhile. I am happy for Facebook’s algorithms for once, as it was more than I expected... Mayberry artfully weaves a compelling story full of love, secrets, pain and hope that is as riveting as it is heart wrenchingly full of historic truths. I couldn’t put it down"
- Holly, website reviewer
This bundle includes four eBooks (the complete Darnalay Castle Series) PLUS two full-length duet narrated Audiobooks.
- Book One: Roses in Red Wax (eBook+Audio)
- Book Two: Swept Into the Storm (eBook+Audio)
- Book Three: A Radical Affair (eBook)
- Book Four: The Song of the Magpie (eBook)
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Will there be audio versions of your other books?
Will there be audio versions of your other books?
I hope so!
Depending on the success of the first two audiobook, I hope to produce audiobooks for the remaining books in The Darnalay Castle Series in the near future. Signup for my newsletter to stay in the loop!
LOOK INSIDE ROSES IN RED WAX
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Hell and the devil—he couldn’t feel his bloody fingers.
Percy was supposed to be en route with Beau to Greece, where Mediterranean warmth, sublime scenery, and a luscious woman awaited. Instead, due to his father’s mishap with a horse, he found himself in this freezing, dirty little Scottish city with nothing to look forward to but tedious meetings with solicitors and even more tedious inspections of his father’s mills.
He would never have come at all, had decided not to come, in fact, but then Mother had cried. She’d begged him to do it—for her sake. The fact that Percy didn’t know the first thing about his father’s business interests, and cared even less, was beside the point. The mills had just been purchased, and according to Mother, it was imperative that someone from the family inspect the new holdings. She’d added a stern reminder that it was his father’s wealth that gave Percy the ability to travel and live well. A trip to Glasgow was a small price to pay.
He knew better. The only reason his father gave him an allowance large enough to fund his travels was because Mother pleaded his case. He owed her, not his father, so of course he couldn’t say no.
As soon as he’d assented, she’d launched into the litany of musts. He must tie his cravat in a barrel knot. Must tame his hair into respectability. Must leave the riding boots for riding and instead wear those detestable buckle shoes with the pointy toes. Must wear the stiff woolen trousers and not his comfortable buckskin. She’d even purchased him a walking stick, and a new hat that was too tall and made him look disturbingly like Father.
Damnation.
He’d spent the bulk of the day in his hotel room, lying in bed and drinking terrible coffee. He couldn’t even find the inspiration to pick up his guitar. It just sat there in the corner, glaring at him, demanding to know why they were in this cold, drafty inn where there was no hope of staying in tune, when they were supposed to be playing wine-fueled harmonies to voluptuous Mediterranean beauties. He wouldn’t have ventured out at all, but this call to his aunt and uncle’s house had been another one of Mother’s musts, so he’d come. Reluctantly.
The room was warm, at least. Two women sat on a sofa near the fire, drinking tea. He hadn’t seen his aunt in over ten years, but he recognized her almost white blond hair and warm smile. He had no idea who the other could be—young, auburn hair, heavy lidded eyes, full lips. Her cheeks were flushed, likely due to her seat near the fire. His eyes lingered on her lips as she drew them into a tight yet polite smile. Like a satin ribbon tied into a lush pink bow. She did not meet his eyes.
“Percy. My dear boy.” Cynthia rose from her chair and crossed the room.
He forced his gaze away from the stranger’s lips and greeted his aunt with a bow. “Aunt Cynthia. It’s a pleasure to see you again.” He tried to keep the irony out of his voice. His memory told him that his aunt was a lovely person. Nothing about this situation was her doing.
“May I present Miss Jane Stuart. Miss Stuart, my nephew, Mr. Percival Sommerbell.”
Miss Stuart reluctantly divested herself of her teacup and stood to dip a small curtsey. “I’m pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Sommerbell.” Her voice was a breathy alto, like a bow drawn ever so lightly over the strings of a viola. He could feel her attention like a shaft of warm sunlight as it moved from his shoes to his trousers, his coat, his cravat, and finally, finally his face.
Their eyes met, and everything else blurred.
Her eyes were the dark blue-grey of a summer storm cloud, the type of cloud that made one think to look for a rainbow. But there were no rainbows there now, no joy, no warmth. Only a deep, guarded pool of sadness that drew him in, and down. He felt a moment of vertigo. He was drowning, unable to surface, gasping for air.
She took a sharp breath, turned her head, and the moment was over.
He needed his guitar. Needed to play the music behind the perfect sadness of her eyes.
“The pleasure is mine,” he replied. She did not offer her hand, but he took it anyway, brushing his lips over her bare knuckles, willing her to look at him again. Her cheeks took on a deeper shade of pink, but her gaze stayed stubbornly stuck to the floor.
His aunt cleared her throat. “You must be chilled. Come, join us by the fire.”
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About Louise
Louise writes steamy historical fiction from her home in the upper Midwest.
When not writing, she can be found driving an Uber, wandering her garden, attempting to talk her kids into eating healthy food, or curled up in a pool of sunshine with a cup of tea and a good book.