Ever Since the Ball by Kate Ellington
About Author Kate Ellington…
Kate grew up in a woodsy New England town not far from the coast. She read her first historical romance at age eleven when a teacher challenged her to find a book in the library written by an author she’d never heard of. Thus began a life-long love of love stories.
Kate wrote her first romance when she was sixteen, then set her pen down for years until another story floated into her head out of the clear blue sky. She jotted it down, just for fun, but soon it took on a life of its own.When not writing, spare time is devoted to reading novels, taking a stroll or spending time with her family.
This is a spotlight on “Ever Since the Ball” by Kate Ellington
Ever Since the Ball Blurb
Miranda Harlake’s only chance to escape the detestable match her parents are arranging is a sham betrothal to her best friend, Peter, who proposes solely to save her from a loveless marriage. She gratefully accepts, though both know they’ll never wed. Piqued by her parents’ scheming, Miranda secretly attends a masked ball and dances with a fascinating stranger all night. Upon discovering her partner was the insufferable George Rockford, she tries to forget the romantic evening they shared. George, lonely despite his popularity and roguish ways, is intrigued by Miranda but she’s apparently immune to his charms. Miranda must listen to her heart and find courage to be honest with everyone—especially herself—if for once she’s going to fulfill her own dreams.
What Readers can expect from Ever Since the Ball
Fake engagement, artist, friends to lovers, woman forging her own path, mistaken identity.
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An excerpt from Ever Since the Ball…
Miranda had just turned to look out the window again when she felt someone step into the alcove behind her. Peter had been faster than she’d thought. She turned, smiling. “Here you are, that—”
She stopped short. It wasn’t Peter. It was a tall man dressed as a sea captain from perhaps a hundred years earlier. He wore a dark blue jacket decorated with gold buttons and fringe, and an arched hat topped with a feather. A black mask accentuated his blue eyes, but a white wig hid his true hair color.
He swept a low bow. “Good evening.”
“Good evening,” Miranda said and gave him her best, clumsy, curtsy.
His eyes sparkled. “You were expecting someone else, I presume?”
“Yes. I’m waiting for my friend.”
“The music’s about to begin. Would you care to dance?” He stepped forward and took her arm.
“I. My friend…” she said, pointing toward the window.
“She won’t mind. No doubt she’ll seek you out after the dance. You’ll stand out from the crowd in that lovely gown.”
Miranda didn’t see how she could say no. Besides, she’d gone to all this trouble to attend the ball, which naturally involved dancing with someone she’d never met. Well, perhaps she’d met him but didn’t recognize him. Who knew how long Peter would be with the carriage? And she had the feeling that if he was here he’d encourage her to be more adventurous.
She looked up into the stranger’s eyes. “Thank you, yes. I’d love to dance.”
“This way, my lady,” he said.
