Arabella Georgette Heyer Classic Heroines

A BELOVED CLASSIC FROM THE QUEEN OF THE REGENCY ROMANCE'Absolutely delicious tales of Regency heroes . . . Utter immersive escapism' SOPHIE KINSELLA‘One of my perennial comfort authors. Heyer’s books are as incisively witty and quietly subversive as any of Jane Austen’s’ JOANNE HARRIS_____________________________A fiery debutante. An ill-tempered bachelor. A romance for the ages.Arabella the daughter of an impoverished country parson dreams of a new life in London. But her beauty and charm will only get her so far - and when Arabella embarks on her first London season armed with nothing but a benevolent godmother and her own notoriously short temper she quickly runs afoul of Robert Beaumaris.He’s the most eligible bachelor of the day with a personality as strong and combative as hers - and Arabella cannot abide him thinking of her as just another pretty girl after his wealth. So she allows herself to be provoked into a game of deception - one that could have unexpected consequences...Arabella is a rich dashing romance from Georgette Heyer the legendary creator of the beloved Regency romance genre._____________________________'Wonderful characters . . . rapturously romantic' KATIE FFORDE'A wonderful wit . . . I’ve read her over and over and over again' STEPHEN FRY'Triumphantly good . . . Georgette Heyer is unbeatable' INDIA KNIGHT Review ""Triumphantly good... Georgette Heyer is unbeatable"" -- India Knight Sunday Telegraph ""Sparkling"" Independent on Sunday ""A writer of great wit and style ... I've read her books to ragged shreds"" -- Kate Fenton Daily Telegraph About the Author Author of over fifty books Georgette Heyer is the best-known and best-loved of all historical novelists who made the Regency period her own. Her first novelThe Black Moth published in 1921 was written at the age of seventeen to amuse her convalescent brother her last wasMy Lord John. Although most famous for her historical novels she also wrote eleven detective stories. Georgette Heyer died in 1974 at the age of seventy-one. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. OneThe schoolroom in the Parsonage at Heythram was not a large apartment but on a bleak January day in a household where the consumption of coals was a consideration this was not felt by its occupants to be a disadvantage. Quite a modest fire in the high barred grate made it unnecessary for all but one of the four young ladies present to huddle shawls round their shoulders. But Elizabeth the youngest of the Reverend Henry Tallant's handsome daughters was suffering from the ear-ache and besides stuffing a roasted onion into the afflicted orifice had swathed her head and neck in an old Cashmere shawl. She lay curled up on an aged sofa with her head on a worn red cushion and from time to time uttered a long-suffering sigh to which none of her sisters paid any heed. Betsy was known to be sickly. It was thought that the climate of Yorkshire did not agree with her constitution and since she spent the greater part of the winter suffering from a variety of minor ills her delicacy was regarded by all but her Mama as a commonplace.There were abundant signs littered over the table in the centre of the room that the young ladies had retired to this cosy shabby apartment to hem shirts but only one of them the eldest was thus engaged. In a chair on one side of the fireplace Miss Margaret Tallant a buxom fifteen-year-old was devouring the serial story in a bound volume ofThe Ladies' Monthly Museum with her fingers stuffed in her ears and seated opposite to Miss Arabella her stitchery lying neglected on the table before her sat Miss Sophia reading aloud from another volume of this instructive periodical.'I must say Bella' she remarked momentarily lowering the book 'I find this most perplexing! Only listen to what it says here!We have presented our subscribers with fashions of the