Introducing Historical Author Amanda L.V. Shalaby

Amanda LV ShalabyI’m pleased to introduce a historical romance author who is also an avid historian. If you love escaping into a Regency world á la Jane Austen, then don’t miss Amanda L.V. Shalaby’s books!

Her passion for all things Jane Austen was inspired by her mother and grandmother.  She now writes her own English historical romances, and is the author of Rhianna and Audra.  When Amanda is not writing, she enjoys spending time with her husband, Matthew, her Shih Tzu dogs, Bella and Huntley, and her Persian cat, Sebastian.

Rhianna by Amanda L.V. Shalaby

RhiannaUpon the unexpected death of her parents, Rhianna Braden finds the enigmatic Lord Guilford Kingsley on her doorstep. He escorts her to Kingsley Manor, where family secrets and scandals begin to unfold.
Her uncommon beauty captures the attention of the dashing Lord Thayne Brighton of Ravensleigh, but Rhianna is certain, despite their mutual attraction, that he would never choose her over his wealthy intended. Meanwhile, Lady Lydia Kingsley suspects her husband’s attention to Rhianna has led to an affair between them. Events turn deadly when the truth of their relationship is discovered.
Eventually, Rhianna is forced to make a life-altering decision—while discovering that some secrets are not meant to be kept.
After recovering from a horse riding accident, which seems mysteriously calculated against her, Rhianna is invited to attend a ball at Kingsley Manor.  It is a childhood dream of hers to attend a Kingsley Manor ball, and in this scene that dream – against all convention – is being realized.
A fire blazed in the hearth that evening, its flickering light enveloping Rhianna in a blanket of warmth as she stood before it. The rose room was cozy and brightly lit, assisted by a handful of candles whose glow in the mirror on the opposite wall was reflected to the far corners of the apartment. Arrayed in her white gown and satin slippers, the twenty-year-old Rhianna lingered momentarily before proceeding upstairs to the ballroom.

It was expected to be an exceedingly good ball. Not a single invitation had been declined, and more than thirty couples from the most respected families would be in attendance. Twenty-five dances would play in the Kingsley ballroom, entertaining some of the most desirable young men and women in England. With difficulty Rhianna mustered her courage to face such society, and she was torn between feelings of fear and absolute, perfect happiness.

Eight o’clock was the set hour. Some concern was made over the condition of the weather, for an early snow had begun to christen the roadways. Fortunately, it was thinly spread and would not prevent the greatly anticipated occasion from proceeding.

In hopes of getting a view of the approaching coaches, Rhianna decided to leave her chamber in favor of the window at the first floor balcony. On her way out, she stopped briefly to take a final glance at her curls to ensure they were properly in place. She stood in wonder at the bandeaus of pearls carefully woven through her red ringlets and the matching choker necklace with its pear-shaped rhinestone drop that complimented the low neckline of her white, silky gown. She smoothed the skirt of her floor-length dress and marveled at her gloved hands. Hallie’s brooch provided the finishing touch. Smiling to herself, Rhianna knew the girl who left the rose room that night would not be the same girl who returned.

Through the tall, frost-clouded Venetian window that overlooked Kingsley Manor’s front entrance, she could observe in the moonlight the white-sprinkled trees that guarded the glistening, snow-dusted ground. In the north winds, snowflakes danced through the air blissfully, as if having their own celebration outside. Rhianna stood and watched, a grandfather clock chiming behind her eight times, as a carriage pulled up to the house. Soon after, several more carriages followed, the tread marks left by their wheels quickly hidden in a blanket of yet more snow. The guests were arriving.

“Miss Braden?”

She turned with a start to the servant that stood behind her. “Oh! Katie, I didn’t hear you coming.”

“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to frighten. Lord Kingsley’s good friend, Mr. Weathersby, has arrived from London and he wishes to introduce you.”

Rhianna drew a deep breath. The time had come.

“Thank you. I’ll be there directly,” she said. “Will you be spending time with George tonight?”

Katie blushed. “The servants are having their own ball, of sorts. From the attic rooms, you can hear the music clearly. If you sneak away at all, come find us.”

“I shall,” Rhianna smiled.

With that, Katie disappeared as silently as she had come. Not wishing to keep Lord Kingsley waiting, Rhianna allowed only a parting glance out the window before leaving hastily for the ballroom.

Rhianna available at: Amazon | B&N | iTunes

Audra by Amanda L.V. Shalaby

AudraAudra Kingsley, a wealthy heiress, may not have seen much of the world, but she knows exactly how she wants her future to play out – and a coming out ball held at her country estate, Kingsley Manor, would suit her just fine. Her father’s wish that she be presented at St. James in London seems silly since she is to marry her neighbor and childhood sweetheart, Lord Crispin Brighton, but she obliges him.
Audra travels to London with her patroness, the eccentric Lady Sutherland, intending to return home as soon as she has curtseyed to the Queen. Unknown to her, Lady Sutherland is in no rush to leave London before the Season is over and intends to show Audra she has more options in the suitor department than Lord Crispin, a second son.
Audra finds herself surrounded by few friends and is forced to attend parties, balls, and operas – all while becoming the object of a secret admirer’s obsession. As Audra struggles to make her way home to her beloved, plans to compromise her into an unwanted marriage are underway.

Moments after her presentation to the Queen at St. James’ Palace, a folded note is mysteriously handed to Audra with her full name scribbled blotchily on the front.  In the chaos of the Armory and Tapesry rooms, she stuffs the letter into her glove and forgets all about it, until that evening.

Audra shut the door to her bedroom with the intention of making her way to the ivory-and-gold secretary to write a letter to Lady Brighton of the day’s events. As she walked and began to remove her gloves, a letter addressed to “Lady Audra Kingsley” fluttered to the oriental rug, stopping her in her tracks. She had forgotten all about its appearance at St. James, and how she had hidden it. She hardly knew why she hid it, except that its mysterious nature seemed to require that she do so.

Audra lifted her skirts to kneel beside it and held it over her lap. She wasted no time in opening it now, and read the following words:

Dear Lady Audra,

It was an unfathomable privilege to rest my eyes upon you when you arrived in St. James Square today. You are a heavenly creature, and you cannot imagine my happiness in discovering you may be at Almack’s, as will I. I look forward to the time when I am blessed with the indulgence of seeing you again. Until then —

I am & co,

Your Secret Admirer

Audra available at: Amazon |Barnes & Noble| iTunes

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  1. I will most definitely be reading this author. I love historical romance. I enjoy other genres as well but historical romance will always be my fave.
    Thanks 🙂

    • Hi Lori, thanks for stopping by! I’m always glad to hear from fellow historical romance lovers. I credit my grandmother with my love for them – if it was not for her, I likely would not be writing them! Happy reading 🙂

  2. Thank you for sharing a new author with us!

  3. Moriah, thank you for hosting me on your lovely blog today! It’s an honor! 🙂


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