GARDEN OF THE MIDNIGHTS
A Regency-Era Novel
Genre: Christian Romance Suspense
Word Count: 108,590
Stage: Polishing

The accidents are not a matter of chance. They are deliberate. His quiet, surreal life at Rosenleigh Manor is faintly slipping from his grasp. As young English gentleman, William Kensley, becomes aware of the danger surrounding him, he pleas for the truth from the only man he can trust—until that man is murdered. In a night of terror, William flees the manor with the dying gardener’s words still an echo in his ear. How could it be? How could Edward Gresham, the father he has always believed dead, be alive?

Unaware of the assailants just steps behind him, William seeks out such a father—and finds his lovely sister instead. As the two await their father’s return in the swirl of London’s vivacious season, Lady Isabella Gresham is already beginning to fall in love with a man who is unknowingly her brother. Resisting Lord Livingstone, the suitor of her father’s choice, is a challenge greater than what she could have imagined. 

Yet as Lord Edward Gresham finally returns to his townhouse in London, William is not met with the reception his heart longed for. His father’s wrath is only the beginning of William’s downfall. As the danger and scandal tighten their oppressive fingers around his life, his very foundation is threatened. The reality of his true bloodline leaves him penniless and without family. Even his beloved Rosenleigh is lost to him. The only strength he now possesses is in Isabella’s constant love . . . a love he can finally return. 

But William’s frail happiness cannot last long before it is devastated again. An unexpected enemy has moved safely among them—unnoticed and unsuspected—and by the time he rears his vicious head, it is too late to apprehend the terror. Is there any way William can rescue Isabella from her captors? And even if he saves her life, will he still have to leave her forever? 

“I can respect a man, to a certain degree, who enjoys life when things are prosperous and he is surrounded by the circumstances that best suit him. But I would admire a man far more if he were to lose all his comforts, and yet still retain that same joy—because there would be a man who was not shaped by the tempest of the wind, but by the morals of his own inward self.” 

Lord Manigan, Garden of the Midnights

TWELFTH NOVEL
A Regency-Era Novel
Genre: Christian Romance Suspense
Word Count: 41,483
Stage: Writing First Draft

Miss Ella Pemberton, second daughter of a baron, traveled without escort to the small village of Northston, Devonshire. Perhaps she should have left matters alone, should have stayed away from the danger—as her father failed to do.

But his death was in vain, if she did not find the truth. She couldn’t let such a thing happen. She could not stand by, as the man who killed her sister remained unscathed in feigned innocence. She would do whatever it took to get inside Wyckhorn Manor.

Lord Henry Sedgewick knew there was blood on his hands. Lies had been conceived out of necessity, but at least no one seemed to question the matter, not any longer. He was thankful for that. He did not wish for his son to bear the agony his father had wrought. And his son was all that mattered . . . all that had ever mattered.

Ella arrived at Wyckhorn Manor in pretense, assuming the role of governess for the five-year-old little boy. As the days lengthened into weeks, her search uncovered a hidden diary and a shadowy man who roamed about the manor in silence. Was she getting closer to the truth? And was Lord Sedgewick as guiltless as he seemed . . . or was he fooling her, too?