Welcome to award winning author Alina K. Field!
Alina earned a Bachelor of Arts Degree in English and German literature, but her true passion is the much happier world of romance fiction. Though her roots are in the Midwestern U.S., after six very, very, very cold years in Chicago, she moved to Southern California and hasn’t looked back. She shares a midcentury home with her husband, her spunky, blonde, rescued terrier, and the blue-eyed cat who conned his way in for dinner one day and decided the food was too good to leave.
She is the author of several Regency romances, including the 2014 Book Buyer’s Best winner, Rosalyn’s Ring. She is hard at work on her next series of Regency romances, but loves to hear from readers!
The Bastard’s Iberian Bride
Regency
Romance
A
war-weary soldier and a spy’s daughter race villains for the missing treasure
bequeathed to her.
Forced
into a marriage neither of them wants, a war-weary soldier and a spy’s daughter
race villains for the missing treasure bequeathed to her by her inscrutable
father.
Daughter of spies
For
a chance at true freedom, Paulette Heardwyn needs the fortune left her by her
inscrutable father. But she doesn’t know what it is, where it is, or how to
find it, and the only man with answers, the Earl of Shaldon, takes his secrets
to the grave. Worse, the dead earl tries to force her marriage to his bastard
son—and leaves her prey to a traitor seeking the same treasure she’s after.
Soldier, Steward, Bastard
Bink
Gibson is ready to throw off his quiet life as steward to his old commander and
head for India and the chance of prosperity. But before he can leave he’s
summoned to the deathbed of the Earl of Shaldon, a meddling spymaster, a
complete stranger…and his father.
And
the Earl has set a trap Bink will never be able to resist.
Excerpt
Bakeley reached for the
bottle again, and her lips turned down in a frown. “I should like to hear what
you have to say, Bakeley, before you have many more glasses of that.”
Bakeley
set down his glass, walked to the cold fireplace, and rested a hand on the
mantel.
It
was such a fine piece of drama, even Miss Heardwyn noticed. She sent Bink an
eye-roll.
“Well
it must be bad,” Bink muttered.
Bakeley
turned. His mouth worked as if his lips were struggling with some great piece
of gristle. His hands slipped behind his back, a soldier at parade rest.
“Yes,
well. You are each to receive a small sum as an inheritance. Not much. Not
enough for any real independence. However, if you meet certain conditions, you
are to receive a great deal of cash, and the title to the house and acreage
acquired for you, worth four thousand a year, with the potential for more if
you manage well.”
Bakeley’s
gaze skittered from Bink to Miss Heardwyn, as he tugged at his neck cloth.
The
lady gave Bink a pointed look. She tilted her head and he saw the pulse at her
neck, a curl bouncing against it. Her lips parted and then pressed closed. She
lifted her eyebrows.
She
was begging him to ask.
Talking
about money was vulgar. Let the bastard
do it.
Well,
why not? “I’ve no need for his lordship’s money,” Bink said. “Give my small sum
to Miss Heardwyn, and you’d best end the suspense and tell her the conditions
she must meet to receive that property and income.”
Her
eyes flared. “Shaldon wouldn’t give me a property. I’m sure it’s meant for you,
Mr. Gibson.”
“No,”
Bakeley said.
She
went very still, yet Bink could feel the tension rolling from her. Could it be
she was poorer than she looked? Her dress was finer than Lady Hackwell’s had
been when she was merely a wealthy spinster, yet he knew Lady Hackwell had been
an odd one. More ladies overspent on dresses to keep up appearances than
dressed down.
“Bakeley,
tell her what she needs to do to receive her property.”
Bakeley’s
jaw moved and he took a deep breath. “It’s not meant to be her property. It’s meant to be yours,
as in both of yours, upon meeting his condition.”
Bink’s
blood pounded through his ears on the way to his feet. The Earl’s gleaming gaze
when Miss Heardwyn appeared, Bakeley’s nerves, the Earl’s swoon—undoubtedly
faked, like a cutpurse’s accomplice distracting a mark. Something here was
amiss.
Bakeley’s
aristocratic brow glistened with beads of sweat, and in spite of his tension,
humor glimmered in his eyes. He cleared his throat and said, “His lordship
wishes for the two of you to marry.”
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Award winning
author Alina K. Field earned a Bachelor of Arts Degree in English and German
literature, but her true passion is the much happier world of romance fiction.
Though her roots are in the Midwestern U.S., after six very, very, very cold
years in Chicago, she moved to Southern California and hasn’t looked back. She
shares a midcentury home with her husband, her spunky, blonde, rescued terrier,
and the blue-eyed cat who conned his way in for dinner one day and decided the
food was too good to leave.
She is the
author of several Regency romances, including the 2014 Book Buyer’s Best
winner, Rosalyn’s Ring. She is hard
at work on her next series of Regency romances, but loves to hear from readers!
Visit her at:
https://www.bookbub.com/authors/alina-k-field
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Thanks so much for hosting me today, AnneMarie!
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