When a modern woman goes back to Jane Austen's time, she needs to know...everything!
When Eleanor agrees to travel back in time to prevent a deadly duel, but she doesn't know how to behave, what to say, and most importantly...how to tell a villain from a rake.
The captivating, infuriating, and mysterious Lord Shermont is a renowned rake and womanizer-but is he also a dangerous cutthroat and spy? Eleanor has to get up close and personal to find out, otherwise, she could fall into a most shocking scandal.
Thankfully, Miss Jane Austen herself arrives on the scene, with sage guidance and a twinkle in her eye, to help Eleanor navigate countryhouse society and the dangerous terrain of her own heart.
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"Brown's ending was clever and I never suspected Josie would choose the path she takes. I would recommend Hundreds of Years to Reform a Rake to anyone who enjoys paranormals, and even Regency fans who don't usually read them. Brown did an excellent job of combining the two genres."― aladysdiversions.blogspot.com
"A very enjoyable read with Josie a feisty and independent character, and Deverell the ghost and Deverell the man both also very appealing." ―curledup.com
"Humor, mystery, ghosts, history, and... pure fun."―blogcritics.org
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"You'll be transported to another time and won't want to return until the very last page is digested."― fantasybookspot.com
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Laurie Brown teaches writing classes at the college level, has presented seminars at conferences all over the country, and has three published romance novels. She has been a Golden Heart finalist twice and has received the Service Award from the Chicago-North Chapter of RWA. She resides in Illinois.Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.:
Excerpt from Chapter One
"I sensed a strong presence of spirits at Twixton Manor Inn. Two distinct females... one who cannot leave and the other who won't."
—Crystal Darkhorse, psychic, in her newest travel book Haunted Destinations II
"What do you mean, no reservation?" Eleanor fought to keep her tone pleasant despite physical and emotional exhaustion. "Please look again. P-O-T-T-I-N-G-E-R."
"Noooo," the little gray-haired woman said as she watched the names scroll across her computer screen. Her plastic name tag identified her as the manager, Mrs. Ruth Simms. She turned and peered over the counter. "I'm so sorry. The Jane Austen Society is holding a conference here, and it's Regency Week. We have no vacancies." She frowned.
"Why does your name sound familiar?"
"I have a confirmation letter," Eleanor said. She stooped to dig in her carryon for the piece of paper.
"Now I remember," the woman said, her birdlike voice floating over Eleanor's head. "We received several boxes marked: Hold for E. Pottinger."
"The costumes for my fashion seminar on Friday," Eleanor explained without stopping her search. Thankful the shipment had arrived on time, she mentally crossed one item off her list of things to worry about.
"I'll have Harry fetch your boxes."
"Got it!" Eleanor stood with the prized confirmation letter held high.
Unfortunately, the shutters had been drawn across the opening of the registration counter. She looked around for a bell or buzzer and noted the changes made since her last visit two years earlier. The service counter was newly built into the doorway that had previously led to a cozy room once known as the ladies' parlor.
The impressive entrance hall with its sweeping staircase, marble floor, and carved paneling looked a bit... well, less elegant than she remembered. A modern fixture replaced the original crystal chandelier, and the suit of armor standing guard near the front door could use a good polish. To the left of the entrance, double doors led to the main parlor where a number of guests milled around, most in Regency dress, all with those silly stick-on name tags.
A wave of exhaustion swept over Eleanor. She desperately needed sleep after fifteen hours of travel. She knocked on the shutter. A few moments later, she knocked again.
A young woman, much tattooed and pierced, opened one shutter and responded. "Gram has gone to fetch Harry. You might as well have a seat." She gestured toward a wooden bench that looked like it had once been a church pew. "It'll be a while. He's out having a smoke." She sucked air between her thumb and forefinger, indicating more than a plain cigarette. "Either that or he's fiddling with that old motorcycle some guy left here instead of paying his bill. Either way, Gram won't find him anytime soon, especially if he hears her coming."
"I have my reservation confirmation."
The girl took the paper with the same enthusiasm she might accept a traffic ticket. She tapped on the computer keyboard and looked in an old-fashioned ledger. "It says you cancelled your reservation. The bridal suite?" She looked up, obviously curious.
Eleanor was not about to share with a stranger that her fiancé had dumped her for a tall, bosomy blonde talent agent who'd promised to make him a movie star.
"Bummer," the girl said.
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