{"id":251930,"date":"2026-07-13T01:38:41","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T22:38:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/an-enchanting-madness-erica-taylor\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T01:38:41","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T22:38:41","slug":"an-enchanting-madness-erica-taylor","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/an-enchanting-madness-erica-taylor\/","title":{"rendered":"An Enchanting Madness – Erica Taylor"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Nick reclaimed his chair, and Norah sat across from him. Trevor paced to the window, not wanting to sit and talk logistics when his blood pulsed with overwhelming emotions. Trevor burned for her, more than he had before he held her in his arms, soaked in the bath. His attachment served no purpose, other than his own desire.<\/p>\n

He hummed with awareness of her, and he ached to have her in his arms again. Good lord, he thought, and glanced down to a part of his anatomy which seemed to not be done for the day. He managed to readjust himself and prayed neither Norah nor Nick noticed. \u201cWhat say you, Hayward?\u201d Norah asked and he turned away from the window. \u201cDoes that sound agreeable?\u201d He had no idea what she asked. \u201cWhatever you think is best,\u201d he said curtly and bowed before fleeing the room.<\/p>\n

Best he take care of his problem prior to the ball or he risked embarrassing himself before Bradstone\u2019s guests. There was still part of a bath he could make use of, and it was full of memories to aid him. 1kitap1.com\/en \u201cDo you sense the slimming of your accounts? Or the distaste of the woman in your arms?<\/p>\n

You\u2019re nearly done for now. Best ride out the inevitable and keep clear of the lady\u2019s claws.\u201d ~Lady Ruin, May 1815 THE MACALISTER BIRTHDAY Ball was a highlight of the London social season. As it was, Trevor had been warned the ball would be quite a crush, with upwards of five hundred guests expected to pack into the ballroom at Bradstone House. Clara had hinted heavily to Trevor he should wear his regimental uniform and he obliged. Knowing Napoleon had returned to France and readied to cause more havoc, Trevor felt uncomfortably closer to rejoining the fray.<\/p>\n

It was an odd thing, to know there would be more war, fighting the same enemy on the same ground they\u2019d already secured. His superiors had sent him home to recuperate at the presumed end of the conflict, but he\u2019d always meant to return to his regiment.<\/p>\n

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Copyright \u00a9 2019 by Erica Bene Published by: Erica Taylor All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author\u2019s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.<\/p>\n

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ASIN: B07NWYYDNX ISBN: 9781797562964 Cover Design by: Covers by Tallulah Editing by: Romy Sommer Created with Vellum 1kitap1.com\/en ALSO BY ERICA TAYLOR THE MACALISTERS THE PERFECT DUCHESS A SUITABLE AFFAIR AN IMPROPER ENCOUNTER AN ENCHANTING MADNESS THE SPY\u2019S CONVENIENT BRIDE (NOVEMBER 2019) 1kitap1.com\/en ACKNOWLEDGMENTS Thank you, Cassandra and Victoria, for loving me through the rough years.<\/p>\n

I cherish your fashion advice, even if we do it now over text. Romy, you had the right words exactly when I needed to hear them. No one else could have done what you did for this book. \u201cI promise to not use as many dialogue tags,\u201d she said indignantly. Mom, for always reminding me \u201cit is all part of the experience.\u201d J, for the times I am too overwhelmed and my words are gone, thank you for being by my side.<\/p>\n

I am forever grateful you came home. 1kitap1.com\/en PROLOGUE August 1814 Cornwall, England A DARK AND cobweb-filled foyer was his gratitude for defending his nation against foreign foes. It was also punishment for attempting to murder his cousin. Major Trevor Hayward dropped his satchel on the dusty floor, the echo reverberating throughout the empty house. A heavy sigh bubbled up from the well of deep exhaustion buried within him, a testament to ten years fighting against Napoleon and the other French frogs. Men had died, Napoleon was on his way to live out his years exiled on an island, and Trevor…<\/p>\n

Trevor just did not want to hurt anyone, ever again. He had not meant to harm Wyatt; truly, he loved his cousin like a brother, and Wyatt had accepted his apology, understanding the toll war had taken. It was the rest of the ton, all of society, England perhaps, who now viewed Trevor as a dangerous madman, deranged by war. Wouldn\u2019t be the first time someone had thought the worst of him.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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