Evangeline Etherton grew up as an orphan and charity case at Miss Peabody’s School for Girls. But she was always haunted by memories of the loving family and siblings she’d once had. As a tiny girl, her father passed away, and her mother was wrenched from their lives and transported on a prison ship to Australia. Her three brothers were cast to the winds of fate and vanished from her life, but she was too young to understand why.
What happened to her mother and brothers? Might her mother still be alive? And what about her brothers? Evangeline vows to learn the answers to those questions and begins her quest to find them and bring them all home.
Three little lost lords, cast to the winds of fate…
So begins CHERYL HOLT’S breathtaking new trilogy, The Lost Lords of Radcliffe…
MICHAEL SCOTT grew up an orphan on the streets of London. He has no memories of his past, but he’s haunted by terrible dreams and always feels as if he lost something vital and precious along the way. Through cunning and determination, he’s become rich, prosperous, and dangerous. As a brigand and criminal, he knows how to fight and survive any battle. But when he had such a rough beginning as a child, how has he managed to thrive so spectacularly? How can he ever learn the truth?
MAGDALENA WELLS runs a charity mission in London’s worst slums. Although she’s heard many vicious rumors about treacherous, deceitful Michael Scott, when she meets him, she can’t help but fall under his spell. He is the most extraordinary person she’s ever encountered. If ancestry makes the man, how is she to account for his remarkable traits? His drive and accomplishments have propelled him to the highest levels of London society—which is exactly where he seems to belong. How could a ruffian be so brilliant and successful? What is his true history? Can Magdalena help to reveal the secrets he’s always been dying to discover?
Join CHERYL HOLT as she once again weaves a beloved tale of family, loyalty, love, and loss. As the truth about the “lost” lords is gradually revealed, readers will be cheering…
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“I want the donation you promised me,” Maggie petulantly said. “I demand it as reparation for all the ways you’ll eventually damage Tim.”
“I’ve changed my mind about it. I can’t stand people who ride their moral high-horse. You’re too persnickety, and I don’t like you.”
“You don’t like me?”
“We’re scarcely acquainted. How could you have received sufficient details to have formed an opinion?”
“I’m an excellent judge of character.”
“And in your infinite wisdom, what sort of person have you judged me to be?”
“You think you’re a saint.”
“I do not!”
“But you ought to see the world as the dangerous, hard place it actually is.”
“I don’t need a lecture from you on what the world is like.”
Because she’d spent years helping the needy, she was regularly thanked and lauded and praised. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been insulted or disparaged. Well, except by her family, but they didn’t count.
She was furious and aggrieved and feeling greatly maligned. She’d like to castigate him, to list all the reasons he was wrong about her, but for once she was tongue-tied and couldn’t conceive of a single remark worth sharing.
He rose and came over, and he towered over her, glaring as if she was young and foolish and out of her element.
He dragged her over to the door and pushed her into the hall. It was a gentle push, but a push nonetheless.
“Goodbye, Miss Wells. Don’t darken my door again with your nonsense.”
“I wouldn’t lower myself,” she huffed.
“Good.” He shouted, “Ramsey!”
In a thrice, Ramsey appeared. “What now?”
“Miss Wells is leaving. Escort her out, and tell the footmen if she shows up again and they let her in, heads will roll.”
“Heads will roll?” she scoffed. “Oh, you are by far and away the most exasperating man I’ve ever had the displeasure to meet.”
“I try,” he smugly retorted, and he motioned to Ramsey.
Ramsey reached for her arm, but she shook him away and stomped off. She was about to start down the stairs when she peered around at Mr. Scott. He was watching her, looking amused and elegant and maddening beyond measure.
“You haven’t heard the last of me,” she absurdly warned.
“I’m trembling in my boots, Miss Wells.”
“I’ll speak with the authorities about Tim. I’ll inform them of how you abuse boys in this neighborhood.”
His laugh was cruel and snide. “Don’t you know, Miss Wells? I am the authority in this neighborhood. My word is law. Now go away and don’t come back.”
He vanished into his office.
She hovered on the top step, yearning to march back to him, to apprise him of what she truly thought, but she wasn’t a fighter. She was a problem solver and helper who never argued over any issue, which was why her personal life was such a mess.
She whipped away and kept on down the stairs.
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Cheryl Holt is a New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon “Top 100” bestselling author of forty novels.
She’s also a lawyer and mom, and at age 40, with two babies at home, she started a new career as a commercial fiction writer. She’d hoped to be a suspense novelist, but couldn’t sell any of her manuscripts, so she ended up taking a detour into romance, where she was stunned to discover that she has an incredible knack for writing some of the world’s greatest love stories.
She is considered to be one of the masters of the romance genre, and her emotional, dramatic, and riveting stories of passion and illicit love have captivated fans around the world. She has won or been nominated for many national awards. For many years, she was hailed as “The Queen of Erotic Romance”, and she’s also revered as “The International Queen of Villains.” She is particularly proud to have been named “Best Storyteller of the Year” by the trade magazine Romantic Times BOOK Reviews.
Cheryl lives and writes in Hollywood, California.