Donna Hatch is the author of the best-selling “Rogue Hearts Series,” and a winner of writing awards such as The Golden Quill and the International Digital Award. A hopeless romantic and adventurer at heart, she discovered her writing passion at the tender age of 8 and has been listening to those voices ever since. She has become a sought-after workshop presenter, and also juggles freelance editing, multiple volunteer positions, and most of all, her six children (seven, counting her husband). A native of Arizona who recently transplanted to the Pacific Northwest, she and her husband of over twenty years are living proof that there really is a happily ever after.
Lady Margaret secretly yearns for love, but fate has exchanged wedded bliss for a lie. When she is caught hovering over her cheating husband’s dead body, she is instantly doomed to hang for his murder. Without hope for justice, Margaret flees into the night alone. A cynical Bow Street Constable, Connor Jackson, vows to bring the fugitive Lady Margaret to face the law—but, he doesn’t expect sparks to fly between them. Could the strong yet tender lady truly be a killer?
As more suspects—and even more condemning evidence—surface, the less certain Connor is of his duty. He must choose between his growing feelings for Lady Margaret and the demands of justice. Will the truth tear them apart or set them free to find love?
The Rogue Hearts Series:
The Stranger She Married
The Guise of a Gentleman
A Perfect Secret
The Suspect's Daughter
Not a Fine Gentleman
Praise for Donna Hatch:
“Donna Hatch is one of the masters of clean romance with electric tension and smokin’ hot kisses.” ~ Reading is My Super Power Reviews
“Written with heart and depth, Donna Hatch’s books are absolute must-reads for any fan of swoon-worthy historical romance.” ~ Sarah M. Eden, USA Today best-selling historical romance author
Top Ten List
Donna’s Top 10 Favorite Things to do in the Summer:
Go for long walks with a friend
Have a tea party
Go to the beach
Build sandcastles
Watch the sunset
Visit gardens
Make ice cream
Hike with my family
Play miniature golf
Read a good book
(Actually, I love doing most of these in the winter, too.)
Snippet
Glaring at him, Lady Margaret pushed again at her hair hanging around her in such a mess that her lady’s maid would probably weep. In an imperious tone, she demanded, “You didn’t sleep in this room with me, did you?”
“Of course I did,” Connor drawled. “I couldn’t risk you slipping away in the middle of the night, now could I?”
She gripped the battered bedpost with both hands. “Did you …” her breathing became rapid. True fear shot through her expression—only an instant—before she replaced it with ice-cold disdain. In a voice so full of controlled fury it might have come from a battle-hardened soldier, she growled, “If you dared to touch me.…”
Connor softened. She was imperious and everything he disliked about the beau monde, but she was, after all, a woman. He refused to treat the fair sex shoddily, and she deserved to know that. “I didn’t touch you. I slept on the floor.”
She cast a condescendingly appraising gaze over him, nodded jerkily, and regained her aplomb. “Good. Because my brothers would cheerfully kill you if you had been un-gentlemanly.”
That was the truest statement she’d made so far. Her brothers were not men to cross.
He gave her a half-smile. “I am no gentleman. Therefore, much of what I do is ungentlemanly.”
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