Title:
To Murder a Marquis
Author:
Arabella Sheraton
Genre:
Regency Romance
Sub-genre:
Time Travel
Publisher: Bublish
Publication
Date: February 23, 2025
Escape into the drama and
romance of the Regency era with To Murder a Marquis, an immersive time travel adventure full of mystery and
passion!
When modern-day Jane
Carstairs awakens in 19th century England, she’s thrust into a captivating
world of lords and ladies, grand estates, and old-fashioned courtship. But Jane
soon realizes there’s a sinister murder plot afoot. As Jane works to discover the
truth, she finds herself entangled in a web of intrigue. Will she solve the
mystery in time or fall victim to the assassin? And can Jane resist the
magnetic pull of attraction in this unfamiliar era?
Transport yourself back to
the richly detailed Regency world and join Jane on her unforgettable quest for
justice and love. With vivid descriptions, gripping suspense, and passionate
romantic encounters, To Murder a Marquis is a time travel adventure you won’t want to miss. Embark on
the journey today and discover why readers are raving about this unique,
spellbinding tale of courage, connection, and timeless romance.
Read Sample Here.
To Murder a Marquis is available at Amazon.
BOOK EXCERPT
Furious barking woke me from a very nice dream in
which my ex-fiancé Allan Hunter was on his knees, begging me to stay, and I had
just flung his ring back in his face in a most satisfying manner. The fact he’d
dumped me for a full-breasted bistro waitress called Tawnee—that’s right, with
a double “e”—who clearly said all the right adoring things, had the
intelligence of a single-celled organism, and was a tigress in the bedroom was
something I chose to ignore.
The dog wouldn’t stop barking. I opened my eyes, and there he was,
a beautiful russet-coloured retriever, barking like mad, but with his tail
wagging. Still slightly dazed, I shook my head. What the hell was I doing lying
under a tree? I was supposed to be in the library at Chelston Hall, helping
Dad, who was in hospital in London with bronchitis, collate the archives of the
Hadley family. I could almost hear him say, “Jane Carstairs, what on earth are
you doing there when you should be working?”
The dog was still barking. I’m not afraid of dogs so I raised
myself on one elbow. “Here, boy. What’s the matter?”
I held out one hand for him to come over and have a sniff as an
introduction. The dog took a few steps forward, then ran back to his original
spot, and barked once. Clearly, a clever canine. He was telling me something.
But what? I struggled to sit up. For some reason, my clothes were constricting;
something like a straitjacket encircled my chest. Instead of my casual T-shirt,
jeans, and sneakers, I wore an ankle-length flowing dress, and short lace-up
boots, along with a tight, short, long-sleeved jacket. I was in period costume
straight out of Pride and Prejudice. Not funny! Someone had obviously
pranked me but managing to undress and get me into this suffocating costume was
beyond a joke. Plus, how did I get from sitting in a chair in the library to
lying under a tree?
Back to the dog again, which now seemed very agitated. He ran back
and forth a bit and whined. By pulling my dress and copious amounts of
petticoat up to my knees, tearing something at the jacket shoulder in the
process, I managed to stand. The dog ran off through the trees as if on a
mission. Maybe someone was hurt, and the mutt was looking for help? Dogs can be
so clever that way. Running in the narrow skirt was impossible so I hitched the
skirt as high as I could and chased after the dog. Ten minutes later I arrived,
panting, at the scene of a bloody accident. Bloody is no exaggeration. A man,
also dressed in period costume—riding gear—lay on his back, his arms flung out.
He was either asleep, or unconscious, or ... I didn’t even want to consider the
last option. The dog stood next to him, its tail wagging. It looked at me,
whining as if to say, “Help him.” I knelt and took a closer look. Robert
William Edward Hadley, the Marquis of Coleston, lay before me. An arrow
protruded from the top of his left shoulder, a massive amount of blood soaked
the front of his fawn-coloured coat, and he looked very dead.
– Excerpted from To Murder a Marquis by Arabella
Sheraton, Bublish, Inc., 2024. Reprinted with permission.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Arabella’s
book, To Murder a Marquis, is
available at Amazon.
Visit
her website at https://www.arabellasheratonbooks.com.
Connect
with her on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/regencyromances/ and X at https://x.com/ArabellSheraton.
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