Rebels of the Regency: The Wayward Paperback Collection

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SNIPPET FROM - A DUKE OF A TIME

Greyson Everett, future Duke of Derby, and Miss Hailey Woodville slipped from the candlelit ballroom under the pretense of needing air, though both knew it was a lie. What they truly needed was each other—just a moment alone, one stolen breath of honesty away from the eyes of the ton.

But even in the shadows, truth was dangerous.

"We cannot be caught together, not outside. We shall return to the ball and dance there. No one will suspect anything if that were to happen."

"I do not want to return to the ball," Greyson stated, wanting only to be here with Hailey.

"Really?" She looked surprised. "Are you not eager to return indoors? You seemed well-pleased dancing with several women who were not me."

He ran a hand through his hair, clasping it in annoyance. "Do be serious. At country balls, everyone dances and partakes in the fun. It does not signify anything. The only woman I want in my arms is you, as you well know."

Hailey stopped her pacing, turning to face him. "I am being serious. You did not ask me to dance, and you had the opportunity."

"When?" he asked, throwing up his hands. "You were not left alone. I could no sooner ask for your hand for a dance than to keep Martin Bagshaw from drooling at your slippered feet."

"Are you jealous of whom I danced with?" she asked, raising one curious brow. "Do you feel challenged that a gentleman has done what you have not and asked me to marry him?"

Greyson cringed, hating that what she said was true. He loathed the idea of anyone asking Hailey for her hand in marriage. She wasn't for any of them, she was his, and he was hers, and why they were even arguing this right now, he had no idea.

 

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SNIPPET FROM - EVERY DUKE HAS A SILVER LINING

Which one would be this Grady Kolten's office? For a moment, she stood there, unsure which direction to turn, before taking a guess and heading left.

The upstairs was eerily quiet, and her stomach roiled with nerves. What would she do if anyone caught her? What would she do if the person who did find her snooping about was dangerous and caused her harm?

She stilled as a creaking board sounded behind her, and was about to flee from this nightmare of her own making when the startling cold press of metal against her neck halted even her heart.

Oh dear God, I am going to die.

"Looking for something?" a deep, gravelly voice whispered against her ear. She dared not move as the pinch of the blade stung. Had he cut her? How would she explain the mark to her family? If she ever saw them again, that was.

"I'm sorry, sir. I meant no harm. It was merely a lark—a bet. I should not be here. I should not have come," she babbled, closing her mouth to halt the panic she heard in her voice.

"Hmm," he said, taking the knife from her throat and hoisting her over his shoulder as if she weighed no more than a flour sack. He strode into a room with one window, a large desk, and several walls of shelving and slammed the door closed on her escape. Ashley sent up a final prayer to the heavens to try to get her out of this predicament. She should never have listened to her friends. She should never have come. And now, she would die in the cesspit of East London, and her family would never know why.

 

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SNIPPET FROM - WICKED IN MY BED

For the next several days, Corey lived in a state of discomfort. His body craved the woman he could not name, nor did he know if he would ever see her again.

He stood at the side of the Duke and Duchess of Blackhaven's ballroom floor, playing the embodiment of gentlemanly behavior and politeness to the fairer sex.

But it was all a show. He was not in London to find a wife. He needed a lover, and only one would fill that position. It was the sweet little vixen who had come apart in his arms.

Her first orgasm, he was certain. Even now, a full ten days after having one of the most sexually fulfilling experiences of his life, he could still hear her sweet sighs. See in his mind when he closed his eyes the wonder in hers at what he delivered her.

He secured a whisky from a passing footman and raised it in salute to his good friend Billington, who stood on the opposite side of the room.

He narrowed his eyes, taking in the throng of guests, and wondered how soon he could leave, and if his hosts would notice.

"Renford, good of you to come. I did not think I would get you here," Blackhaven teased, coming to stand beside him and watching his guests with appreciation.

All of this was new to him. Society, the dinners and balls, the promenades, and rides in the park. For so many years, everyone believed he was secluded at his country estate, Grand Oaks. How wrong they were. Fighting for his homeland was where he truly had been, and he could not quite settle himself into this environment as well as he once had.

"Of course I will attend, but for how long is another question. But I'm happy to be invited. How is the duchess? No doubt the preparations of the ball have kept her busy."

Blackhaven chuckled and nodded in the direction of his wife, who stood beside a strawberry-haired beauty. The very one he had seen before Whites on his first day back in London.

"Not at all. The duchess takes all of her duties in stride and does not seem daunted by any of them. And, of course, that she has her friend from Grafton visiting her is much more significant than any ball."

"Is that the young woman standing beside the duchess?" Corey asked. Something about the woman's form seemed familiar, although he could not say what that was. She was a tall meg, had legs that went on for days ...

"Ah, yes, it is. Miss Daphne Raven from Grafton. She's in town securing new gowns," Blackhaven said, clearing his throat.

Corey glanced at the duke and narrowed his eyes at his sheepishness. "Why do I get the impression there is more to Miss Raven than you're telling me?"

"Not at all. She is the most wonderful friend, and I love her as dearly as my wife does. Would you like to meet her?"

Corey shook his head. "No, I'm not up for introductions. I'm not here for a wife, no matter what the gossips about town may say to dispute that fact."

"Very well," Blackhaven conceded, but before Corey could thank his host again for the invitation and slip away unnoticed, he caught sight of the duchess coming their way with the new-to-town Miss Raven.

Corey inwardly sighed, not the least interested in playing the delighted male suitor that this debutante no doubt wanted this Season. Although the closer they came, the more he noticed that Miss Raven was no blushing debutante out of pigtails.

She was a woman, the same age as the duchess, he would guess, and her sparkling green eyes had a knowing, worldly light to them that did not disappoint.

"Renford, may I introduce you to my wife, The Duchess of Blackhaven, and Miss Daphne Raven. Ashley, Miss Raven, this is His Grace, the Duke of Renford."

The tall meg's eyes widened at his name, and she looked up at him before a delightful blush kissed her cheeks. She dipped into an awkward curtsy and mumbled something in return that he could barely hear, nevertheless make out.

The duchess smiled, and he could not help but smile back at the beauty of Her Grace. "A pleasure to meet you, Your Grace, Miss Raven. Our meeting has been long overdue, Your Grace."

"And you," the duchess replied before smiling at her friend and elbowing her a little.

He heard Blackhaven chuckle and knew His Grace had seen his wife's attempt at making her friend speak.

"How long are you in town?" Blackhaven asked him.

Corey shrugged, unable to take his eyes off Miss Raven, although why he could not understand. She was a beauty for certain, not one blemish or scar marring her skin. Her womanly curves all but begged to be caressed, and he had the overwhelming desire to ask about her enjoyment of the ball. Hear her voice.

"Not long. I've come to town to secure some services before returning home. I will not be here the entire Season."

"That is a shame, especially when there are so many prospects for a handsome, eligible bachelor as yourself," the duchess teased, moving to take her husband's arm.

Miss Raven seemed a little lost with her friend not beside her, and she glanced up quickly, meeting his eyes before averting from them just as fast.

She bit her lip, and everything in Corey's body froze. Those lips. Her perfect teeth that bit those kissable lips. Her strawberry-colored hair. Her long legs and breasts that were a good handful, but not more. He had seen her somewhere before, and it was not out the front of Whites.

Dear God, it was her ...

His virtuous beauty from Dame Plaisir's masque.

 

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SNIPPET FROM - WILD, WILD, DUKE

"I'm willing to do whatever you wish and where you wish to do it, so long as you're not cruel or demeaning."

"I am never either of those things." Wolfe fought not to be insulted by her words and failed. Was that what she thought of him? Some rutting, angry animal who took what he wanted without care for the woman beneath him?

Damn...

"Then I do not see why we cannot agree to these terms. All that is left to discuss is how long you would expect me to be your lover. A month, I thought, would suffice."

Wolfe scoffed. Was she serious in her timeline? "I think not, my lady. A month, and we're only just getting started. If I agree, you shall be my mistress for the remainder of the Season. I shall put off my leaving for Scotland and enjoy bedding you until I travel north."

A rosy hue kissed her cheeks, and her swallow was almost audible. Wolfe inwardly chuckled, enjoying her embarrassment. And so she should be ashamed after asking him to engage in such an agreement. A mistress indeed.

"But that's three months. Surely, that is a little lengthy for such a sum owed."

He shrugged, not caring the least about what she thought on the matter. If he were not getting a thousand pounds, not that he needed it in truth, he would get his money's worth with her. "Those are my terms. You can agree to them, or I shall consult my lawyer on how I can recoup the funds owed to me by your husband in another way. You came up with this absurd idea. The choice is yours."

 

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If you adore strong-willed heroines, scandalous affairs, and heroes who fall hard—whether they mean to or not—then it’s time to dive into The Wayward Woodville and Yorks Paperback Collection.

This print bundle brings together 15 irresistible Regency romances filled with mischief, passion, and heat. From rebellious sisters defying the ton’s expectations to swoon-worthy gentlemen caught off guard by love, these stories are brimming with charm, wit, and just the right amount of trouble.

The only question is… which scandal will you fall for first?

 

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Tropes:

𓂃🖊 Enemies to Lovers

𓂃🖊 Fake Relationship

𓂃🖊 Secret Motives

𓂃🖊 Scandalous Arrangement

𓂃🖊 Reformed Rake / Scoundrel Hero

𓂃🖊 Forced Proximity

𓂃🖊 Friends to Lovers

𓂃🖊 He falls first

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Print books Included In The Rebels of the Regency: The Wayward Paperback Collection

✅ A Duke of a Time

✅ On a Wild Duke Chase

✅ Speak of the Duke

✅ Every Duke has a Silver Lining

✅ One Day my Duke Will Come

✅ Surrender to the Duke

✅ My Reckless Earl

✅ Brazen Rogue

✅ The Notorious Lord Sin

✅ Wicked in my Bed

✅ A Wager with a Duke

✅ My Reformed Rogue

✅ Wild, Wild, Duke

✅ In the Duke of Time

✅ Duke Around and Find Out

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PAPERBACK

Paperback	15 Paperbacks (Bundle Discount)
Dimensions	4.25 x 7 inches
ISBN	9604940000031
Publication Date	June 20, 2025
Publisher	Tamara Gill