Duty or Love? In the year 2020, anthropologist Serenity Steele's research assignment is to travel back into the past--however, she doesn't count on the many attractions of a certain Regency rake. Should she ignore her obligations and stay in the past... or should she leave behind the man she loves?

An Enchanting Dilemma: Nicholas Wycliffe, the toplofty Lord Brockton, has no desire to take a wife, especially a mysterious widow who doesn't live by society's rules. But what is he to make of the enchanting "Mrs." Steele, who not only refuses to discuss her past, she also has the audacity to turn him down when he proposes marriage?

REVIEW

4 Roses!

I'm not a big fan of time travels or paranormals, but REGENCY SOCIETY REVISITED is an exception to that rule. Well written, with interesting and likeable characters set amid a detailed historical backdrop, I found it to be a fast paced and very satisfying read... Without reservation, I recommend REGENCY SOCIETY REVISITED, especially if you're looking for... good interaction between enjoyable characters, excellent dialogue and a very good storyline.

Reviewed by: Nancy Davis
Romance Reader at Heart

EXCERPT

Without waiting for an answer, Lord Brockton's lips met hers.

Serenity trembled, and after a brief hesitation, her lips opened slightly, to welcome him. He deepened the kiss and their heated breaths mingled.

Without meaning to, she moaned. Snuggling closer, she drank in the taste of Nicholas Wycliffe.

Alive. She finally felt alive.

He tightened his arms around her, tilting her head back and exploring the inner recesses of her mouth.

A flash of bold colors rose up in her mind. Percussionist cymbals clashing sounded in her ears. As their mouths melded, her senses slowly spun out of her control....

Serenity opened her eyes, sanity returning. She roughly pulled back from Brockton and his potent kiss.

The truth was obvious: Brockton's touch turned her upside down, inside out. His touch--no one else's.

Good heavens! What was she going to do now?

She slid her hands down her gown, ostensibly to straighten her garment, but in reality, she needed to steady her trembling body.

As she did, he watched her. His eyes held a peculiar expression and his hands were tightly clenched by his sides. She stood mesmerized by the light of the full moon dancing brightly on his dark, wavy curls. She had to say something. Had to pretend his kiss meant nothing to her. Which was true, right? Absolutely nothing.

She flicked her tongue over her lips before speaking. A mistake. She tasted him again. "If I understand society's conventions correctly, this outing could compromise you... and me. We don't want that to happen, so I'll do us both a favor and leave. We'll forget about this..." Her voice cracked. "... this interlude by tomorrow. Good-night, my lord."

Moving swiftly as if the hounds from hell nipped at her heels, she returned to the sanctuary of the ballroom.