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The Queen of Regency Romance, bestselling author Georgette Heyer, brings her trademark charm and wit to this pitch-perfect comedic romp.A past dispute . . .When the irascible Lord Darracott's eldest son dies unexpectedly, the noble family must accept their estranged Yorkshire cousin as heir apparent. They are convinced he will prove to be a sadly vulgar person, but nothing could have prepared the beleaguered family for the arrival of Major Hugo Darracott . . .A present deception . . .His clever and beautiful cousin Anthea is sure there's more to the gentle giant than Hugo's innocent blue eyes and broad Yorkshire brogue would lead one to believe. But even she doesn't guess what he's capable of, until a family crisis arises and only Hugo can preserve the family's honor, leading everybody on a merry chase in the process . . .Praise for The Unknown Ajax:"Wonderful entertainment from first page to last."—Chicago Sunday Tribune Read more

Quite the funniest of all Georgette Heyer's contemporary works, "Acting on Impulse" is the adorable story of an enthusiastic suitor who will not allow his father's stubbornness get in the way of true love.

Reprinted here for the first time since its appearance in The Red Magazine, 1923. Read more

A rare tragedy from the pen of historical romance maven Georgette Heyer, "Love" is a tale of infidelity, devotion and sacrifice, set against the backdrop of Georgian England.

First published in the UK's Sovereign Magazine in 1923, two years after her debut novel The Black Moth established her as a rising star, this example of the young Heyer's flirtation with florid melodrama is a must-read for any fan of her works, reprinted here for the first time in almost a century.

"Separate them. Hurry, for my sake! It—it is the last thing I shall ask of you.” She pressed his fingers, leaning forward. “You could win her from him, Henry! You could!”

“Ay, I could do it. Do you know what it means? It means feigning a love I do not feel. I must hold her in my arms as I hold you now, and I must kiss her painted lips. Have you thought what that means, Mary?”

Her head was bowed. Read more