#FREE Regency Romance LOVE BY DECEPTION by Debra Elizabeth

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Blurb:

Content with her life as a lady's maid, Isabel Knott learns the father she never knew has left her a fortune. The news comes with one restriction--she can never reveal his name. Isabel falls in love with Colby Tisbury, but with her nonexistent pedigree his father, Lord Tisbury, will never accept her as his daughter-in-law.

Colby Tisbury must marry, and soon. If he doesn't find a bride before the end of the Season, his father will supply one. Then Colby meets sassy Isabel Knott, and everything changes--but can he go against his father's wishes and marry a girl utterly lacking in family and connections? Isabel is forced to make an impossible choice - reveal her secret identity and bring shame to her true father or lose Colby forever.

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Reviewers Comments:

"If you enjoy historical romance, or have ever dreamed of a Season in London, don't miss this lovely story."

"There is a shocker or two in store when it comes to Isabel. Twists in the story that I never saw coming. Another fun read and great follow-up to its predecessor"

Excerpt:

Bath, England

1798

“Push harder,” the midwife said. “You’re doing fine. The child is almost here.”

The young woman fell back against the pillows, sweat plastering her hair to her head. “I cannot.”

Her friend wiped her forehead with a cool cloth. “Yes, you can. When the next pain comes, push with all your might. Can you do that?”

“Yes,” she whispered. As another pain wracked her body, she screamed in agony and pushed the child into the world.

The midwife caught the baby and began to wipe it clean. “A daughter. You have a fine daughter.”

The young woman sighed in relief. “Please, let me hold her.”

The midwife wrapped the child in a clean blanket and handed the infant to her mother.

The young woman stared at the tiny face. She had a full head of dark hair and a good set of lungs that she didn’t mind using. “Hush now, little one. No need to fret,” she cooed as the child quieted.

Mary smiled at her friend. “You did it. I knew you could.”

“Oh, Mary, isn’t she the most beautiful child?”

Mary squeezed her hand. “Indeed she is.”

Tears welled in the young woman’s eyes and spilled down her cheeks. “Whatever am I going to do?”

Mary had no solution to her friend’s dilemma. “I don’t know.”