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A hermit duke on his way to London?

Dear Reader,

One could scarcely believe it unless one saw it, and fortunately, several very reliable tongues have already begun wagging. This author has it on the highest authority the Duke of Crane, society’s most recluse duke, on the road to London!

Should ladies ready their fans?

Not yet, I’m afraid. He was spotted traveling with a lady yet unknown!

This author needs your help, dear reader, so help spot this elusive duke again. Should you catch a glimpse of a tall, raven-haired gentleman with a stare dark enough to send hearts aflutter, do send word at once.

Carriage wheels turn, secrets rattle, and London waits with breath bated.

Keep your eyes sharp, dear reader. A shadow has left its haunt, and wherever he goes, scandal is certain to follow.

Your Devoted Gossipmonger

 

Beauty and the Lyon

A heart hidden in shadows. A beauty who dares to see.

Eternal optimist Lady Rosilee Fairchild refuses to let fate—or scheming rogues—dictate her future. When her brother is tricked into gambling away their estate and held prisoner by a ruthless man determined to force her into marriage, she takes matters into her own hands. Her solution? Find a husband of her own choosing before one can be chosen for her. And there’s only one place daring enough to help her do it without question—Mrs. Dove-Lyon’s infamous matchmaking den.

Hardened recluse Blake Faiththorne, Duke of Crane, has long been withdrawn from society, content to live in the shadows of his past. But when he learns that the woman who once saved him is now in danger herself—not only menaced by the worst sort of ruffian but on her way to the Lyon’s Den, a place dripping in scandal—he cannot stand idly by.

There is only one, big problem—though Blake has vowed never to marry himself, helping Rosilee find a husband leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. She is a flame in the dark, and he, despite all reason, is doomed to seek her radiance.

Can he break free from his haunted past and claim the woman who has always been his light? Or will old wounds and new dangers keep them apart forever?

Purchase link: https://www.amazon.com/Beauty-Lyon-Lyons-Connected-World-ebook/dp/B0F22G7SRH

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About Tanya Wilde:

Award-Winning and International Bestselling author Tanya Wilde developed a passion for reading when she had nothing better to do than lurk in the library during her lunch breaks. Her love affair with pen and paper soon followed after she devoured all of their historical romance books!

When she’s not meddling in the lives of her characters or pondering names for her imaginary big, white greyhound, she’s off on adventures with her partner in crime.

Wilde lives in a town at the foot of the Outeniqua Mountains, South Africa.

 

Another Encroaching Caulfield

Dear readers, new events have brought an old scandal, one you may have thought had faded into the shadows, back into the light.

You remember no doubt the immense uproar caused by the Earl of Clarion’s outrageous will, that named his, shall we say, “informal”, offspring. Worse was the furor caused when his son, the new earl, appeared to welcome the lot of them as if they were true siblings.

Recently, one Seth Caulfield, boldly bearing the earl’s surname, appeared in London wearing the uniform of a naval officer of sorts. One gathered he bore the rank of surgeon, a warranted rank, not one of a gentleman to be sure. He had the look of a Caulfield about him, however, and no sooner than he had appeared than he was welcomed to the earl’s table and given full support. It appeared that another one of the, if you’ll pardon our language, Clarion Bastards has appeared on the scene. (I apologize if ladies take offense but we do like to speak the truth, and the man is well, not legitimate at all.)

Loyalty is well and good, but really, should such a blot on the family escutcheon be been pushed forward? For that is what the earl did, introducing the man to some of society’s best as his brother and inviting him to social events and house parties. One even heard the family pushed him toward a university, no doubt to raise his status from mere surgeon to physician.

The highest sticklers did not, of course receive him. But then, the highest don’t approve of Clarion himself. The earl’s radical politics caused more outrage in recent years, quieting the old scandal.

At least the newest Caulfield seems to have done society a favor by withdrawing from London. Rumor has it he has gone off to some obscure village in the north to practice medecine. We can only hope he stays there!
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Seth Caulfield is the hero of “The Angel’s Announcement, a Holiday Homicide,” in Merry Belles, the Bluestocking Belles’ newest collection.

You can order it here: https://books2read.com/u/mvRGPj

About the Story

Sybilla Somer was seventeen when Seth Caulfield disappeared without a word. For nine long years she wondered why. Now he’s back and she needs his help to solve a murder. There is no one else to do it.

Seth hadn’t been much older when Sibby’s father and brother drove him out with shouts of “bloody presuming bastard.” They delivered him to press gangs in Great Yarmouth. He assumed she knew. She didn’t, and she certainly didn’t care that his birth was irregular. The navy set him to helping the ship’s surgeon, a stroke of luck. He has returned a warranted surgeon himself.

They found the shepherd eight days before Christmas. Dead. When Sybilla and Seth are thrown together to solve the murder, to care for a small angel with a broken ankle — and to face the hurt between them, will the work and the season heal what lies between them?

About the Author

Caroline Warfield, former army brat, librarian, traveler, history-lover, and storyteller is a Bluestocking Belle.  The story of the Earl of Clarion’s Bastards, the new earl’s radical politics, and his reconciliation with his siblings was told in the Ashmead Heirs Series. “The Angel’s Announcement” brings a lovely addition to their ranks.

Leaves Instead of Roses? Our Bond Street Correspondent Spies a Duke with Designs

Dearest Readers,

Sharpen your quizzing glasses and pour the strongest Darjeeling, for London hums with a most diverting on-dit. The new Duke of Rotheworth—yes, the very one whose elevation arrived on the heels of a family disgrace—has returned to Town with something far more dangerous than a coronet: regret… and a particular lady on his mind.

Your obedient correspondent was positioned (purely by accident) behind a tower of ribbon at a certain Bond Street establishment when His Grace entered, unannounced and unescorted, carrying—do not swoon—a tidy packet of autumn leaves tied in satin. Leaves, my dears. Not roses, not orchids from Kew, but the very gold and crimson carpeting St. James’s Park. And to whom, you ask, did this rustic bouquet belong?

To Lady Charlene Fielding.

Now, Lady C is no feather-headed debutante. Since a certain gentleman of our acquaintance—Mr. David Cross as was Rotheworth’s twin brother, ahem—mislaid her trust some time ago, our lady has grown as sharp as a new hatpin and twice as difficult to dislodge. She laughs, she walks out with her friends, she minds her own fortune, and by all reports entertains no dukes, rakes, or anyone who answers to “Cross.”

Yet there he stood, a fallen Apollo with a ducal seal, presenting a ribbon-tied October to a woman who has wintered her heart to safety.

“Flowers are apologies,” a milliner’s girl whispered behind the counter. “Leaves are a promise. They say, I know what season you’re in.

Do not be deceived by the gentleness of the token. This correspondent has it from a footman who keeps late hours (and an ear to keyholes) that the pair were observed in close conversation beneath an orangery lantern at last night’s small party in Mayfair. No raised voices; only the careful sort of silence that lives between two people who remember exactly what a kiss once cost.

Meanwhile, society lists bloom like Michaelmas daisies: three weddings in as many weeks, if our invitations are to be believed. Will Lady C add her name to the harvest? Or will she prove that a woman may prefer her independence to a title polished by penitence?

As for His Grace, those who have watched him take the cut direct with admirable composure swear he carries the look of a man who will not lose the same thing twice. Whether the lady will permit a second chance is another matter entirely. My recommendation to the ton: keep to the edge of the ballroom and do not blink when the leaves change again.

Your most faithful purveyor of harmless mischief,

A Lady’s Maid Who Knows Where the Pins Are Hidden

 

How To Seduce a Duke This Autumn

by Sara Adrien and Tanya Wilde

One scandal. One missed chance. One impossible love.

Lady Charlene Fielding has no interest in dukes, rakes—or anyone named Cross. Not after Adam Cross shattered her trust and vanished without a word. With the help of friends, laughter, and hard-won independence, she’s mended what he broke. She doesn’t need a man. Least of all him.

She vowed never to forgive him. He vowed never to give up.

Adam Cross never wanted a title—let alone his brother’s disgrace. But as the new Duke of Rotheworth, he returns to London with more than duty on his shoulders. He carries regret. And the memory of the one woman he let down. The one he still wants.

But winning her back won’t be easy.

She’s colder now. Sharper. And determined never to let him close enough to hurt her again.

But the Season is full of surprises.
Weddings bloom like wildflowers.
Old secrets resurface.
And one stolen kiss could undo everything.

Is love worth risking it all… again?

A full-length steamy Regency romance with a happily ever after, no cliffhangers, and plenty of heat, heartbreak, and redemption.

Tropes You’ll Love:
✔ Childhood Sweethearts
✔Friends to Lovers
✔ Second Chance Romance
✔ He Fell First
✔ Protective, Sexy Duke
✔ Stolen Kisses
✔ Dance Lessons
✔ Twin Brother Rivalry
✔ Secret Past
✔ Fireworks & First Kisses
✔ Found Family / Female Friendship Circle
✔ Autumn Romance

If you crave your Regency romance with emotional stakes, sizzling tension, and a hero who never stopped loving her—this is your next must-read.

Step into a world of glittering ballrooms, fiery attraction, and scandalous secrets in Book 3 of this steamy Regency romance series by #1 bestselling authors Sara Adrien and Tanya Wilde. Perfect for fans of enemies to lovers, sizzling chemistry, and revenge served with a smile. This captivating continuation is packed with witty banter, dangerous stakes, and a love that refuses to be tamed. While best enjoyed in order, this book can also be read as a standalone.

Read in Kindle Unlimited!

Note: This series is part of Dragonblade’s Flame line, so this is a scorching-hot read with open-door steam.

Wedding Fever Series
Book 1: Dare to Tempt an Earl This Spring
Book 2: How to Lose A Prince This Summer
Book 3: How To Seduce A Duke This Autumn
Book 4: Ways To Kiss A Marquess This Winter

Get the book here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FT44P8GQ

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About the Author

Bestselling author Sara Adrien writes hot, heart-melting regency romance with a Jewish twist. As a law professor-turned-author, she writes about clandestine identities, whims of fate, and sizzling seduction. If you like unique and intelligent characters, deliciously sexy scenes, and the nostalgia of afternoon tea, then you’ll adore Sara Adrien’s tender tear-jerkers. She is the author of the series Infiltrating the Ton, Diamond Dynasty, Check Mates, and Miracles on Harley Street. Get 50% off her #1 bestselling 9-book bundle https://www.saraadrien.com/products/diamond-of-the-ton-collection-1

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Whispers from the Sewing Room

Dear Readers,

This intriguing on dit arrived in the post only this morning and is too important to not be immediately shared! Read on:

It is not every day that a bride, standing before her seamstress in satin and lace, finds her past walking through the very door. Yet that is precisely what befell Miss Mary Ann, a young lady of impeccable breeding and, if society whispers are to be believed, unyielding devotion.

Three years ago, Miss Mary Ann was betrothed to none other than Viscount Quinton Hollingsworth. Handsome, dashing, and destined for glory, he marched away to war with his regiment. Letters went unanswered, inquiries to the War Department yielded nothing but silence, and eventually, the most dreaded word passed from lip to lip: dead.

And yet some said otherwise. Murmurs of capture and imprisonment flickered in drawing rooms, though none dared to repeat them too loudly. Miss Mary Ann, it is said, spared no effort to learn the truth, petitioning anyone who might listen. Still, years passed. And while loyalty is a fine quality, society does not wait forever. Family honor, and perhaps practicality, demanded she look to another match.

Enter her new fiancé, respectable if not remarkable, and the forthcoming wedding that promised to secure her future. The gown was nearly complete, the veil chosen, and pins set to hem the satin when the impossible occurred. The sewing room door opened, and in stepped the viscount himself. Alive. Altered. A soldier returned from three years in captivity, his eyes shadowed by the past yet fixed on only one thing, the bride who had once vowed him her heart.

What happened next is a matter of lively debate. One maid insists the pins scattered across the floor, pricked from trembling fingers. A cousin swears Miss Mary Ann swayed as though the room itself tilted. And the seamstress, most eager to embellish, claims she saw the gentleman drop to one knee, though no one has corroborated so daring a tale.

Now all of London hums with questions. Will Miss Mary Ann honor the vow made in youth, rekindled by devotion so fierce it survived both war and silence? Or will she proceed with her new match, bowing to duty and family arrangement?

Some declare her bound to the viscount by love itself. Others argue that years lost cannot be reclaimed, and society will not forgive a jilting at the altar. As for the viscount, those who glimpsed his return say he has the look of a man who has already decided what he will not lose twice.

One thing is certain: when Miss Mary Ann walks down the aisle, all eyes will be upon her, not to admire the lace or the satin, but to see which vow she chooses to keep.

And rest assured, dear readers, this correspondent shall keep both ears pressed most attentively to the keyhole, for scandal, as we all know, has never been so elegantly attired.

But then, vows are made to be tested, are they not?

A Vow for the Viscount

Secrets don’t stay buried. Neither does love.

When Viscount Quinton Hollingsworth returns after three years missing, he finds Mary-Ann Seaton caught in a dangerous game of secrets, shadows, and betrayal. She once vowed to love him forever. Now she doesn’t know if she can trust him at all. But when the truth puts both their lives at risk, they’ll have to decide if love—and the promises they once made—are worth fighting for.

Discover the truth in A Vow for the Viscount: Now available at https://books2read.com/BB-Vow4Viscount

Available on Kindle Unlimited and in paperback wherever books are sold.

Barrington’s Brigade

Barrington’s Brigade follows six war-forged officers who return to England as titled gentlemen, only to find themselves embroiled in a secret society’s dangerous legacy. Bound by loyalty and haunted by the past, each must navigate peril, politics, and passion in pursuit of truth and love.

Book 1 – A Marriage for the Marquess
A marriage of convenience, a game of hearts.

Book 2 – A Dilemma for the Duke
In a game of loyalty and lies, surrendering to love is the boldest move of all.

Book 3 – A Redemption for the Baron
A tale of love and sacrifice, where the path to justice leads straight through the heart.

Book 4 – A Vow for the Viscount
Two hearts. One reckoning. A vow that changes everything.

Book 5 – A Reckoning for the Earl (January 2026)
When trust cuts deep and love even deeper, reckoning isn’t optional.

Book 6 – A Masquerade for the Baron (April 2026)
Stolen kisses. Ruthless enemies. A love unmasked.

If you’ve missed getting any of the stories, here is the series link https://amzn.to/4888I8Y

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And if one whisper is never enough, there is more yet to be discovered…

And for those who cannot resist following the trail of whispers beyond this page, you are cordially invited to a most unusual gathering. Today, October 22, the ladies and gentlemen of the ton will not gather in one place, but in six, a Progressive Literary Feast, where each stop promises scandal, secrets, and delight. As a matter of fact, Teatime Tattler served the first course of our literary ‘dinner.’ And as you can see, I’ve reserved a seat just for you.

Editor’s Whisper (scribbled in haste before the ink dried):

If you think this morsel of scandal is enough to satisfy, dear reader, you are mistaken. What you’ve tasted here is but the first course in a most extravagant affair.

Today, October 22, 2025, we throw open the doors to a Progressive Literary Feast, an after-party of sorts, in honor of the recent release of A Vow for the Viscount. Each course will be served in its proper place, with whispers, wagers, and wicked delights aplenty.

💫 The feast begins early… but no worries if you’re late to the table. Each course will remain open to enjoy all day, so you can join whenever you like.

Here’s where the gossips shall gather:

Amuse-Bouche — Served first on Substack
A Whiff of Scandal — A cheeky character letter or intercepted note sets the tone with whispers and wit.

First Course — Then at the Tea Time Tattler Blog (that’s here)
Gossip & Giggles — The Tattler uncovers something utterly improper from Sommer-by-the-Sea.

Main Course — Fellow Traveler Takeover
Games, Secrets & Merriment — Games, giveaways, and swoon-worthy secrets await.

Cheese Course — Coffee Time Romance Post
Indulgence & Intimacy — Unlock bonus content (and my personal thanks) with a secret Salon password.

Dessert — The Tea Room Takeover
Proper Mischief — A lively hour of scandal, sass, and surprises with the Tea Room crowd.

Nightcap — My Facebook Author Page
Reflections & Farewell Toast — Raise a glass as we wrap the day with gratitude, joy, and a glimpse of what’s next.

💫 Gossip, as always, is free. But the love story? It will cost you $3.99 and it is worth every vow.

#RegencyRomance #HistoricalRomance #TeaTimeTattler #ScandalAndSecrets #RomanceReaders #BookishGossip,

 

Is the Beauty Off The Market?

Further news from Sussex, dear reader, as the Somerville house party continues to provide enough gossip to keep the ton amused over their breakfasts for months to come. Our readers will be familiar with the name of the lovely Lady F., who has delighted this newspaper since she was first presented to the ton and proclaimed a rare beauty – can it truly be six years ago? In that time, this flower on the tree of the venerable B. family has proved ever popular with marriage-minded gentlemen, their mothers and sisters, and matchmakers of both sexes. But, ever elusive, she has escaped whatever entanglements were dropped before her feet, and has instead accompanied her brother, the distinguished Earl of H., assisting him with his political and diplomatic duties by managing his household and planning his entertainments.

Dear reader, word from Sussex is that this most original of all social butterflies might be about to land at last on a respectable suitor.  According to our correspondent, she has caught the eye of a certain Mr. V. G., whose links with a princely family in Italy are well known. He has made his intentions clear and a proposal is certainly in the offing.

But will the lady say yes? We wait, perhaps no less impatiently than Mr. V. G. to hear the lady’s answer!

(The following is a note hastily delivered too late to stop the print, so it will have to go in a later edition.)

Sam, pull the article about Lady F. She is to marry the local schoolteacher and Mr. V. G. has been arrested under mysterious circumstances. We have been able to learn that the lady’s brother was involved in the arrest, but in what way and why? No one is saying. I’ll keep digging around to see what I can find out. Meanwhile, the lady and the schoolteacher are smelling like April and May, and even the sober Earl of H. has been seen to smile! Who would have seen that coming?

A Bend in the Road in Love’s Perilous Road

By Jude Knight

Justin is not worthy of Lady Felicity Belvoir. He hadn’t needed her brother to point it out. Felicity is determined to marry Justin Weatherall, her brother be damned. Now that she has found where he is living, she needs only to convince him.

An Excerpt from A Bend in the Road

Justin dragged himself out of bed to answer a thunderous cascade of knocks on his door. It was Victor Grant, who raised his brow at Justin’s appearance and said, “What does the schoolmaster get when he is late for school? Six of the best? Would you like me to administer them for you?”

“Get lost, Grant,” Justin said. “I have nothing to say to you.” He tried to shut the door, but Grant put his boot in the way.

“I have something to say to you, however,” Grant said. “You have been annoying Lady Felicity Belvoir, and I won’t have it. Stay away from my betrothed.”

As had often happened in battle, Justin suddenly felt very calm, very much in control, all his emotions set to one side to be picked up again on the other side of the conflict. “No, Grant. It is I who say those words to you. Stop annoying Lady Felicity. We are to be married.”

The reward for sins often arrived before the payment, and so it was in this case. Grant’s jaw dropped, and his attempt to speak caught on a stutter. The payment would come when Felicity discovered what he’d said. No matter. Justin would pay whatever penance she demanded, and it would be worth it for the expression in Grant’s eyes.

“Nonsense,” said the man, gathering his usual cloak of supercilious dignity around himself. “Marry you? You are nothing and no one. She is a Belvoir, and one of the great beauties of our age. You are penniless, and she brings a fortune with her. You were a mediocre naval officer and are now a village schoolteacher. She is used to the highest of Society and is welcome in all the courts of Europe. A marriage between you? Ridiculous.”

How odd. These were the same arguments that Justin had been using, but hearing them from Grant he could see how petty they were. If Felicity loved him as he loved her, and if she wanted the life he could give her, then what else mattered?

“It is you who are ridiculous, Grant. Chasing after a woman who has already refused you several times.”

“A woman has a right to be pursued,” Grant said, loftily. “A sensible man does not regard it as discouragement.”

“A wise man assumes a woman like Lady Felicity knows her own mind. She has chosen me, Grant. Now go away.” As he said that, he gave Grant a shove to move him from the doorstep, and slammed the door in the man’s face. He latched it, locked it, and—for good measure—put the bar in place.

After a few minutes, he heard Grant’s horse leaving.

But before he could go back upstairs to his bed, another knock sounded, more gentle but equally insistent. By pressing his face to the window, he could just see a skirt. Not Milly again, please God, no. But the figure stepped back to glance from side to side, and when he realized it was Felicity, he could not get the door open fast enough.

“Was that Grant I saw leaving?” she demanded, as he drew her inside and shut the door to protect her from the eyes of scandalmongers. “What did he want?”

“To tell me I wasn’t good enough for you,” he blurted.

She raised her eyebrows and gave an unamused chuckle. “At least there is something the two of you agree about.”

I hurt her. Justin supposed he must have known it before, but seeing her use humor to deflect possible hurt brought it home to him.

“I told him we are betrothed,” he blurted. “I shouldn’t have. Not when I haven’t even asked you. I love you, Lady Felicity Belvoir. I have loved you since I first met you. For the past two years, even while I kept telling myself that it was hopeless, and that I was an arrogant bumptious fool for ever thinking I was fit to touch the toe of your shoe, I have loved you. Will you forgive this poor fool for running away without talking to you?”

Somewhere in that impassioned speech, he had caught up her two hands. He lifted them to his lips, and then said, “Will you marry me, and join me in a partnership to make our dreams come true? Will you, Felicity?”

Felicity lifted her lovely face and touched her sweet lips to his. “Yes, Justin. Yes, I will.”

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