Explore the Top 10 Historical Romance Novels by Tammy Andresen

With her mother gravely ill, Piper Baker’s situation grows desperate in a world unfriendly to women. Time and money dwindle to naught, and marriage is Piper’s lone option. Although potential suitors circle her skirts, none but Barrett Maddox, Duke of Manchester, captures her heart, after he saves her from a band of thieves. It is just her luck that the man Piper wants is the only one she cannot have.

For wealthy, titled bachelor Barrett Maddox, the first rule in life is to avoid marriageable virgins, at all costs, and he has been successful thus far. That is, until he rescues the delectable, auburn-haired Piper Baker. For some unfathomable reason, or in a temporary fit of insanity, he agrees to broker a match for the unfortunate lady, in the target rich New York society. While he easily thwarts inept suitors, can Barrett keep his hands to himself?

Entangled in a web they conspired to create, Piper and Barrett are left to wonder if there is anything more reckless than love.

He was too dangerous to be denied…

The Duke of Longley was a rake and should be left well enough alone. At least that is what Lady Lily Ducat's mother continually said. As far as Lily could tell, she was correct. His Grace had a devilish air about him and a brooding silence that no debutante should attempt to tame and certainly not grow an affection for. He was too much man and beyond redemption. Except once they are tossed together after a winter storm, she is dangerously close to declaring her love, because in the dark of night, he was all Lily could see.

Maximillian Masters learned long ago to stay far away from dewy eyed maidens. He was too cynical, too experienced, and much too adverse to marriage for such a lady. Which is why he must never see the lovely Lily again, no matter what some ridiculous gypsy predicted. Except, when he is stranded and at the mercy of winter, Lily is there, and the more he sees her, the harder it is to deny temptation.

He's not the marrying kind...

The Duke of Rathmore is not the sort of man to indulge in a happily ever after. Chase gave up on love, and even affection, a long time ago. He spends his days managing his dukedom and his nights in far less wholesome pleasures. Which is why he can't believe his luck when a spring storm lands him on the doorstep of the Moorish family. The Honorable Thomas Moorish has five stunning daughters, each more delectable than the last. And most beautiful of all, the eldest, Miss Ophelia.

She's certain love is the answer...

After the death of her mother, Ophelia has spent much of her youth helping to raise her four younger sisters. At nearly two and twenty, she's yet to have a season or even any romance of her own. But what she's lacked in real life excitement, Ophelia's imagined through the pages of all her favorite books. And when a handsome duke lands on her door, she's certain this is her chance for a real-life fairytale. Except after their magical first kiss, everything goes wrong. She knows the plot, and he isn't following it. Instead of asking for her hand, Rathmore gives her a polite but cold, thank you. And rather than professing his love, he announces he'll leave first thing the next morning. The man's not her prince at all but a complete rogue.

Ophelia's tempted to give up romancing this rake. But he hints at a past filled with so much hurt, she's certain if she broke through that hard heart, she'd find a man in desperate need of her affection.

Is it possible he is the one who needs to be saved?

He's known as the Marquess of Malice...can one little lady warm his dark heart?

Malice, as his friends and fellow gaming hell owners call him, doesn't have room in his life for love. He'll take a quiet bride, make an heir, and ship her off to the country. He's picked the perfect little mouse for the job. The problem? When Malice asks her to marry him, Lady Cordelia refuses. Has she no sense? Any debutante would be happy to catch a marquess. But then again, he's broken inside. Perhaps Cordelia is the most sensible woman of them all...

Lady Cordelia Chase has no intention of marrying the oafish, overbearing marquess. Lord Malicorn is rude, surly, and entirely unsuitable. Never mind that he's the only man to ask. Quiet and shy, she's been overlooked most of her life. When she marries, it will be for love and not just as a breeding cow. The only problem is that when Lord Malicorn isn't talking, well, he's rather strong and terribly handsome. And when he holds her in his arms, she could almost swear her heart skips a beat. If this isn't love...what the devil is it?

An earl and an heiress...

What’s the worst that can happen?

That’s what Miss Charlotte Pennington asks herself when she puts a notice in the paper. Her goal? To hire a lord to help her conduct an investigation into murder. And, perhaps, give her life it’s missing meaning. That’s not too much to ask; is it? Surely, there is an impoverished lord somewhere willing to help her. But, when the handsome Earl of Westmoreland answers her ad, Charlotte didn’t count him being quite so dashing or mysterious. Does he know she’s the very heiress he’s been searching for?

But, as the murder plot thickens, so does the air between them. And Charlotte must answer the question: does she catch a murderer or allow herself to be caught by an earl?

Perhaps, she should kiss him to find out...

A duke by any other name…

When the Duke of Dashlington gets stuck into a tiny village during a snowstorm, there is little to do but drink himself into a stupor. The problem? Well, it’s hard to count just one. He stumbles into the snow, falls down, and can’t seem to get himself back up again. Imagine the indignity of dying in a snowbank? But when a little Christmas angel comes and rescues him, he can’t resist stealing a kiss. She looks heaven sent and tastes like the sweetest gingerbread. It all seems innocent enough until the next morning when he realizes she was no angel but an eligible lady and one who might just request marriage as a boon. How does a duke get out of such a situation? He lies about his identity, of course. Which means his troubles are only just beginning.

A lady in need of a Christmastide miracle…

Lady Noelle hasn’t slept properly in months. Which is exactly why she is awake when an unknown gentleman falls into the snow. When he doesn’t rise, she dashes to his rescue, forgetting all about the wish she’d just been making on a Christmas star. A request to help her sisters overcome the loss of their mother. But once she reaches the gentleman, several things become apparent. He’s young, handsome, well dressed, and possibly, her wish come true…

Now, if he’d just cooperate.

Exiled from his family... can she give his heart a new home?

The Earl of Exmouth knows what type of woman he wants. A nice Scottish lass that will heal the wounds in his family. In fact, his aunt has already chosen his Scot bride. The problem? A dark haired, sharp tongued, devil of an English debutante won't leave him be. What's a man to do but kiss her quiet? Turns out, that's only the beginning of his troubles.

Lady Diana Chase has no intention of marrying any man, especially not the large Scot with a deep brogue and penchant for meddling in her business. And when he steps too far and puts his lips on hers...well, that's perfectly dreadful. Or perfectly wonderful...she hasn't decided yet. Perhaps Diana will need another kiss to decide...

Vice is his first, middle, and last name... can this angel save him?

The Viscount of Vice likes two types of women, the ones that fall easily into his bed and the ones that leave just as quickly. So why can't he stop thinking about the sweet Miss Ada Chase? Her auburn hair and green eyes haunt his dreams, though they shouldn't. She's perfectly wrong for him...

The Viscount of Viceroy looks like he's Heaven sent, but underneath that perfect veneer lies a scoundrel. Ada is certain of it. And ladies like her should stay far away from rogues like him. So, why is she tempted by his perfect charm?

He's bad to the bone... and she looks oh so good.

The Baron of Baderness is too dark, too dangerous for any clear minded lady to consider. And Lady Grace has her choice of men. So why can't she stop thinking about the one man she shouldn't want?

Lady Grace isn't his type of woman at all. She's too beautiful and far too perfect to ever be with a man such as himself. All she knows is drawing rooms and pretty gowns, while he has fought his way from the dregs of society. He shouldn't want her, and yet, every time she passes by, he can't look away.