Friday Solo:

The bride who bolted.

In a rain-soaked country chapel, Miss Eliza Hartwell flees her coerced wedding before a single vow is spoken, leaving her stunned father and vengeful groom behind. With her father's debts and her sister's future held hostage by ruthless threats, she has only one desperate plan: reach her great-aunt, the formidable Dowager Duchess of Restormel, before it is too late.

She scrambles into the grandest carriage within reach-the only one that might carry her to safety and hides beneath the blankets.

The nobleman who knew better.

The carriage belongs to her distant cousin, Gabriel Ashford, Duke of Ashford—a man whose life is governed by order, duty, and a heart long guarded against betrayal.

Propriety demands he set her down at the next village. Pursuit closes in. Yet as miles and danger mount, the grumpy duke becomes her reluctant shield. Eliza's gentle wit and unshakable kindness begin to thaw the ice around his heart, one small, steady moment at a time. No scandal is too large. No wall too high.

Not when two guarded souls discover that respect, friendship, and quiet choice can build something far stronger than fear.

A tender, uplifting journey of escape, protection, and the sweetest kind of love-perfect for readers who long for warmth, hope, and the quiet glow of a happily-ever-after earned through courage and regard.

This is a slow burn, clean and sweet Regency Romance novella with a Happily Ever After.