When Nathaniel, Duke of
Peckham, meets Charlotte, he’s suspicious of her indifference. Too
many women have sought—and failed—to catch him. However, Charlotte is
more interested in dead pharaohs than English dukes.
Her pretended immunity
vanishes, however, when a debutante seeking to entrap Nathaniel gets
murdered. All too soon, his reputation as a misogynist makes him a
suspect, and Charlotte impulsively comes to his aide.
Unfortunately, both are
unaware that a highwayman interested in rich heiresses is following
Charlotte. And that another debutante lies dead in Nathaniel’s
carriage.
Some nights just
don’t go as planned.
What the critics are saying about I BID ONE
AMERICAN:
Fallen
Angel Reviews --
Nathaniel and Charlotte work as a couple. I Bid
One American is a charmingly original Regency Romance with characters
readers won't soon forget. --Kimber for
Fallen Angel Reviews
Romance Reviews Today --
I BID ONE AMERICAN is an
engaging tale that is sure to please many readers as it did me. Make
sure it’s on your summer reading list! --Amy Cunningham for
Romance Reviews Today
Long and Short Reviews gave it 5 books!
This was a great read and Ms. Corwin has written an
outstanding novel. You can read the
entire review in their blog at:
http://longandshortreviews.blogspot.com
The Romance
Studio gave I BID ONE AMERICAN 4.5 hearts and you can read
the entire review on their website:
TRS I Bid One American Review.
Overall rating:
The plot is as convoluted and entertaining as the Archer family. I really
loved this tale, the mystery alone would have kept me hooked, but I got a
great Regency as a bonus. ---The Romance Studio
Excerpt
In this scene, Charlotte isn’t about to take
Lady Beatrice’s veiled insults without a fight—even if it means insulting
a duke…
Charlotte held
her breath and eyed both of her companions with trepidation.
As anticipated,
Lady Beatrice missed the dry note in her comment.
“That is Your
Grace, Miss Haywood.” She corrected her with a condescending smile.
“The Duke of Peckham. I suppose Colonials have difficulties with the
niceties of British Society.”
“Oh, I do
apologize, Your Awful Graciousness. It is so difficult to keep all
these minute class distinctions straight. We Americans are so
inclined to believe that rubbish about all men being created equal, aren’t
we?”
Charlotte
noticed the duke appeared to be strangling. His shoulders positively shook
with suppressed emotion.
She watched him,
unsure whether to laugh or take a few rapid steps backward.
His odd
expression could either mean he felt amusement or the strong desire to
choke the life out of her. In her experience, some men were so affected by
her sense of humor that they found the latter course nearly irresistible.
Especially her last guardian, Lord Westover.
She stepped
back.
Lady Beatrice
slipped her hand through the duke’s arm. “If you’d care to return, I
believe they’re starting another waltz, Your Grace. You did promise this
one to me, didn’t you?”
He began to pull
away, but she clung more tightly, her smile thinning. “I—” he said.
“Come,” Lady
Beatrice said in a playful, arch tone. “You know you promised.
Surely you would not break your word to a lady?”
The duke cast
one last glance at Charlotte before he shrugged, clearly giving in to good
manners. “As you wish.”
Lady Beatrice
nodded at Charlotte. “Miss Haywood, don’t stay out here too long. The
nights are damp. You don’t want to catch something.”
“No, indeed.”
Charlotte gave a rather elaborate shiver. “I most certainly do not
want to catch anything. Here, at least. Heaven forbid.”
