A Rose At Dawn: Book Three, Roses of Longbourn By Kelly Boggs

A Rose At Dawn

Book Three, Roses of Longbourn

By Kelly Boggs

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Book Blurb:

A time‑twisted Regency tale of healing, hope, and the courage to begin again. 

Kitty Winterose has lived in the shadows for far too long — those cast by her portrayal as spineless Kitty Bennet, her sisters’ bolder personalities, and the chronic cough she fears may portend a far more deadly inheritance. 

Kitty vows that her sojourn in the spa town of Buxton will be her new dawn — time and space to think, to grow, and to discover who she might be apart from her family and childhood home at Rosachron Manor, where time behaves so strangely. 

Returning home, Kitty carries her new steadiness with her, never dreaming how Rosachron’s temporal anomalies are about to change her world. 

With the arrival of Dr. Jamison Hartwell, a physician from the twenty‑first century — unexpected, impossible, and thoroughly unsettling — Kitty begins to feel seen in ways she never has before. Jamison’s modern insight, quiet humor, and attentive kindness challenge everything she believed about her illness, her future, and her worth. 

As the Manor’s portal puzzle continues its slow unfolding and echoes of other travelers through time reverberate, Kitty finds herself standing at the edge of a future she never imagined — one shaped not by fear, but by hope, courage, and the possibility of love. 

A Rose at Dawn invites you to believe in second chances, soft miracles, and love that arrives exactly when it should. 

Excerpt:

A sharp jolt of the carriage wrenched Kitty from her woolgathering, and she sighed.  

A few moments passed before she realized the carriage had stopped. The elderly maid who traveled with her slept on, leaving Kitty to wonder alone at the cause. Surely not highwaymen, nor even a broken wheel—she heard no commotion, and the jolt had not been violent. 

Not being the sort to wait and wonder, Kitty pushed open the carriage door and leaned out. A young girl—younger even than Kitty’s own nineteen years—was speaking to the coachman in evident distress. The moment she caught sight of Kitty, she broke off and hurried toward her. 

“Oh, milady,” she cried. “Pray assist me! I must get away from here as soon as ever I can. Might you take me up in your carriage for the next stage?” 

Kitty, startled at being addressed so urgently and by such a title, nevertheless took in the scene at a glance. A very pretty girl with a less‑than‑genteel accent, a small valise clutched tight to her chest, and panic bright in her eyes. The Great North Road stretching ahead, the broken‑down carriage half in a ditch, and a gentleman with mud and thunder on his face cursing loudly as he tried to right it. Her reading allowed for no other interpretation: this was a failed elopement. 

She did not hesitate. The carriage and servants belonged to Lady Melinda’s father, the Duke of Rossford, and His Grace had shown himself to be a compassionate man—surely, he would understand. 

“Get in, quickly,” she said, offering her own hand rather than waiting for the footman. The girl seized it with a trembling grip and scrambled inside, her breath coming in frightened bursts. 

Kitty turned toward the box. “Coachman—drive on, if you please. With all possible speed.” 

The coachman touched his hat, the footman closed the door and swung up behind and the carriage lurched forward, gathering pace as though even the horses sensed the urgency. 

The maidservant had at last awakened and was spluttering in the corner, blinking owlishly at the newcomer. Shouts followed them, but the carriage was already flying on, leaving the gentleman and his temper well behind. 

Kitty eyed the girl approvingly. She looked shaken but still plucky, in the best tradition of literary heroines. 

“My name is Miss Kitty Winterose,” she said. “Now tell me—was that man attempting to abduct you? Is he likely to pursue us on horseback?” 

The girl flushed. “I’m Essie, Miss. No…I went with him willingly. I’ve been an awful fool.” 

Even better, thought Kitty. An honest girl, and not one who tried to lie away the evidence of her hand luggage. 

"Then you are fortunate to have discovered it in time,” Kitty said, her tone softening. “You are not the first, nor will you be the last.” How she wished her sister Lydia had been able to see her own danger as plainly as this trembling girl did now. 

“I’m sure he won’t follow. He’s had enough of my company—and I’ve wrecked his carriage besides.” 

Essie twisted her hands. “I’m afraid I did it on purpose, Miss. It was the only way I knew to stop him taking me to an inn, and I’d begun to fear what he might do if he got me alone.” She shuddered. 

Kitty patted her hand encouragingly, and Essie went on. “As I said, I’ve been a fool. I listened to all his sweet talk, and I thought I loved him. Eloping seemed a grand adventure—but once we were on the road, it became plain he wanted Papa’s money.” 

She shuddered. “And I blush to say it, but I’m pretty sure he had other plans for me before the wedding vows.” She cast Kitty a quick, anxious glance, as if to see whether she understood. 

Kitty thought it best to turn the subject. “Essie, you did right. It was very brave of you. What will you do now?” 

 Author Bio:

KELLY BOGGS writes seasoned not spiced atmospheric fiction that blends historical charm, a touch of mystery, and warm, character driven storytelling. Whether her books wander through Cornwall’s windswept cliffs or the quiet corners of the Regency, she builds worlds where emotion, place, and personality intertwine. Her stories offer immersive escapes threaded with wit, whimsy, and a distinctly human heart. 

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Nevermore Castle: Cornwall Chronicles 1 by Kelly Boggs

Nevermore Castle:  Cornwall Chronicles 1

by Kelly Boggs

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Book Blurb:

Regency inheritance tangle. Two heirs. One castle. A chorus of goats. 

Miranda Moreland has spent her life drifting from one relative to another, never quite fitting anywhere. Inheriting a castle on the Cornish coast feels like a miracle — a chance at stability, independence, and perhaps even the belonging she’s never dared to hope for. 

But Nevermore Castle is already occupied. Lance, a mysterious American with disarming charm, has taken possession, surrounded by his lively family, a raven with opinions, and a collection of whimsical animals and eccentric tenants who make the estate feel unexpectedly alive. 

As Miranda becomes entangled in the inheritance dispute, she finds herself drawn not only to the castle’s residents but to the man who may stand between her and her future. For the first time, she begins to imagine a life built on more than solitude. 

But a faulty will and an incompetent solicitor threaten everything. Can Miranda claim the home — and the love — she’s always longed for, or will Nevermore slip away before she can truly belong? 

Nevermore Castle. Healing hearts with humor.

Excerpt:

WHEN MIRANDA MORELAND finally arrived at Nevermore Castle to claim her inheritance, she was exhausted, out of sorts, and, worst of all, famished. Had anyone at the castle been acquainted with her, they would have shaken in their boots, for a hungry Miranda was a fearsome thing.   

The journey into Cornwall had been a series of disasters, each worse than the last, culminating in several missed meals.  And now that she had reached her destination at last, she could not even see the castle for the thick fog creeping in from the sea.  She had a fair idea of what it would be like, though, having heard it described often enough as “the old pile.”  No doubt it was rundown and about to slip into the sea, but it was hers, and surely there would be a hot meal waiting for her. Or a cold collation, or a side of beef —anything, really, would do. 

When she alit from the carriage and the servant went to ply the knocker, she was startled by a brush of wings so close to her face that she nearly screamed aloud. The bird landed awkwardly on a gatepost, and she saw that it was a raven. Ravens, of course, were common as mud, but this one was wearing a square academic cap — in bright yellow, complete with tassel. 

She blinked, never before having suffered hallucinations from hunger, but the ridiculous creature was still there. What’s more, it spoke to her. 

“Help! I’m Professor Quirk, and I’m trapped in a raven’s body.” 

“Of course you are, and I’m Zenobia, Queen of Palmyra.  Make yourself useful and fetch me some supper.”  

“Zenobia. Supper.” He repeated her words, fixing her with his beady little eye.  Miranda wondered if he would taste like chicken. Perhaps he could read her mind, for he flew off quite abruptly. 

The heavy door finally opened with a resounding creak.  Miranda mounted the steps quickly, anxious to get inside.  

The servant who opened the door was not only slovenly, but quite rude. He stood there, without a word, and made no move to let them in. He wore no livery—in fact, he was in his shirtsleeves, rumpled, unshaven, with a faintly oily smudge across one cheek. His eyes were like chips of ice as he stared at her, unblinking and without expression. Perhaps he was a little daft, but really—such treatment was the outside of enough. 

She snapped her fingers near his face.  “You, there.  Stand aside and let us in.  I am Miss Moreland, and I require a hot meal.  At once.” 

Somewhere in the darkness behind her, the stupid bird croaked, “Zenobia. Supper. At once.” 

“I’m Lance,” he said at last, his odd drawl grating on her ears. American servants — what next? 

“Do come in. I cannot have a lady starving on my doorstep; Nevermore hospitality would not permit such a thing. But — did you say Miss Moreland? How can that be? Are you aware this is the home of the late Sir Davian Moreland?” 

“Of course I’m aware of it, you dolt. Why else would I be here? Now see about my supper. And fetch the housekeeper. Or someone responsible. And sane.” 

“Responsible. Sane.”  The raven had flown inside ahead of her and was now perched on a suit of armor, as if for the express purpose of mocking her. 

“You!” She said, “Keep it up and you’ll be in a pie.  Four and twenty blackbirds, you know.” 

Quirk squawked and departed in haste. 

Lance stared at the woman, horrified. Had she seriously just threatened to bake Quirk into a pie?

Author Bio:

KELLY BOGGS writes seasoned not spiced atmospheric fiction that blends historical charm, a touch of mystery, and warm, character driven storytelling. Whether her books wander through Cornwall’s windswept cliffs or the quiet corners of the Regency, she builds worlds where emotion, place, and personality intertwine. Her stories offer immersive escapes threaded with wit, whimsy, and a distinctly human heart. 

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A Rose Out of Time by Kelly Boggs

A Rose Out of Time 

Book One, Roses of Longbourn

By Kelly Boggs

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Book Blurb:

When Austen’s fiction collides with reality, one woman must choose: write history—or live it. 

 

Hannah Ridley has always felt more at home in the pages of her Regency novels than in her own century. As a modern author obsessed with the mysteries surrounding Pride and Prejudice, she’s convinced that Jane Austen’s beloved Bennet family was inspired by real people—real dramas, real secrets, and a real house hidden behind altered names and polite disguises. 

 

Her search leads her to Rosachron Manor, a quiet English estate she believes to be the true Longbourn. But instead of dusty archives or forgotten letters, Hannah stumbles upon something far more extraordinary: a hidden time portal woven into the fabric of the old estate. One breath, one heartbeat—and she is swept into 1814. 

 

Suddenly, Hannah is no longer studying history; she is living it. 

 

Drawn into the rhythms of Regency life, she finds herself entangled with the very family she once believed fictional. Their lives and personalities are still being molded by the aftermath of the famous novel, and at the center of it all stands Elias Winterose—a handsome widower whose dry wit, weary tenderness, and fiercely guarded heart echo the satirical patriarch she has studied for years. 

 

As Hannah navigates a world not her own, she uncovers secrets that could unravel both the past and her future. And every moment with Elias draws her deeper into a love she never expected—and may never be able to keep. 

 

Is Hannah meant to chronicle the truth behind Austen’s masterpiece… or to become part of it? 

 

A sweeping, heart‑tugging time‑slip romance filled with gentle suspense, emotional depth, and the quiet magic of second chances, A Rose Out of Time invites readers into a world where love blooms across centuries and the heart knows its way home. 

 

Step through the portal. Discover the truth behind the legend. And lose your heart in a story where past and present entwine. 

 Excerpt:

Hannah, now wholly at ease in Elias’ presence, did not hesitate when she discovered a finely bound copy of Pride and Prejudice tucked behind a stack of more ancient tomes. She drew it out with a smile and held it aloft. 

“Tell me, Elias—have you read this?” 

He looked up, and his expression shifted into one of theatrical dismay. “Hah! Is there a soul in England who has not read that wretched book and laughed at the follies of the Bennets? I cannot say with certainty who that lady novelist is—though I have my suspicions—but should I ever encounter her again, I fear I may struggle to behave as a gentleman.” 

Hannah laughed, wholly delighted. “Then I shall be sure to keep you well away from any literary salons.” 

Elias regarded her hopeful expression and sighed, not without humour. “I know precisely what you are longing to ask. Were we the Bennets? How much of the tale is true?” 

“Well—yes,” Hannah admitted, her voice soft but steady. “I have wondered far longer than you can possibly imagine.” She knew she ought to offer him an escape, to assure him there was no need to speak of it. But the words would not come. She wanted to know- and she wanted him to tell her. 

His countenance remained unguarded, almost inviting. “You are acquainted, I daresay, with the peculiar talents of a caricature portraitist? He espies some unfortunate gentleman whose nose is but a trifle more prominent than his neighbors’ and proceeds to sketch a likeness so consumed by that singular feature, one forgets the man had eyes or a mouth at all.” 

Hannah inclined her head, careful not to interrupt the flow of his thoughts. 

“That lady novelist,” he continued, “is much the same — only her medium is ink. I read Sense and Sensibility, her debut, and laughed heartily at the charming absurdities she so deftly captured. But it is quite another matter when her pen alights upon one’s own relations. The amusement, I assure you, wears thin. 

“Yes, we were the Bennets—though rendered in caricature. My daughter Jane is indeed a sweet and virtuous girl, but surely no mortal creature could possess the unblemished saintliness attributed to her namesake. Lizzy is the light of my life, and sharp of mind, yet even she might struggle to match the sparkling repartee bestowed upon her in fiction. As for my dear Mary—she is bookish and plain, and does tend to detect sermons where none were intended, but given the company she keeps, who could fault her? In truth, she is far more agreeable than her literary counterpart. Kitty, poor girl, is a follower by nature, but I hold out hope that she possesses a mind of her own and may yet be persuaded to use it—provided she falls under the influence of wiser heads.” 

He paused, and Hannah, leaning forward with unconcealed interest, fervently hoped he had not yet finished. 

“The two Lydias, however—my late wife and my youngest daughter—were, I regret to say, rendered with alarming accuracy. Foolish and indiscreet to a degree that defies polite description. And my cousin, heir to the fictional Longbourn—the so-called Mr. Collins—well, she captured him with such precision that I can only assume she had met him in person.” 

Hannah listened, spellbound, wondering what judgment he might pass upon himself as Mr. Bennet. 

“As for myself,” he said, with a sigh that carried both amusement and regret, “I must own that I am, on occasion, precisely as sarcastic, indolent, and ineffectual as depicted. But that is not the whole of me. I care for my daughters—every one of them—with a depth I seldom know how to express, save through teasing and irony, which is not understood by all. And my late wife—yes, I loved her, in my own fashion. I simply did not know how to live with her, day by day. She could not help the way she was made, and she bore her own burdens, not least the daily trial of my company—and the entail, of course, which hung over us all like a particularly ill-bred spectre.” 

“Ah—the entail,” Hannah said at last, her voice low but steady. “So, it is real, then? And the events in the story—did she invent them entirely, or were they drawn from life?” 

He inclined his head, a shadow of amusement passing over his features. “Names were altered, certainly. Characters and sentiments were, I daresay, embellished for dramatic effect. But the principal events were reported with surprising fidelity. Jane and Lizzy are indeed happily settled, each with a respectable husband. Poor Lydia remains bound to an incorrigible scoundrel—though I cannot imagine he will enjoy a long life, given his habits. There may yet be hope for her, if she can be persuaded to part ways with folly.” 

Author Bio:

Kelly Boggs is a writer who happily wanders between centuries on the page. She draws inspiration from Austen, quiet English estates, and the small wonders of everyday life—including the antics of her two dachshunds, who consider themselves indispensable to her creative routine. She lives in Ohio with her family and far too many books.  

 

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