The English Gent Romances Series by Annie Dyer

If the first time was a rehearsal, is this the real thing? Directing a play in London’s West End was an ambition met, only it meant I’d see the boy who was my first everything for the first time since that summer.Anthony was no boy anymore. He was all man. Charismatic, talented, famous and devastatingly handsome, and now staring in my production.My leading man - on stage, at least.He wanted to be my leading man off stage too... moreIf the first time was a rehearsal, is this the real thing? Directing a play in London’s West End was an ambition met, only it meant I’d see the boy who was my first everything for the first time since that summer.Anthony was no boy anymore. He was all man. Charismatic, talented, famous and devastatingly handsome, and now staring in my production.My leading man - on stage, at least.He wanted to be my leading man off stage too.But we’re not kids anymore, and my heart doesn’t think this is a rehearsal. Like all good love stories, the course isn’t going to run smooth, not when he’s carrying a secret that could destroy everything, including my heart – and his.Was that summer romance a rehearsal for heart break, or a rehearsal for the real thing?The Romance Rehearsal is a second chance romance, set in London's Theatreland, and contains a smoking hot actor and director who knows exactly what she wants.Part of The English Gent Romances, and a spin-off from the Callaghan Green series, it can be read as a complete standalone. less

Being caught in a cupboard in a compromising position with my latest hook up by my new colleague isn’t a great introduction.The worse thing, that new colleague - she’s my estranged wife who’s been MIA for more than a decade.Throw in the fact that neither of our families knew we were married in the first place and it’s safe to say, events maybe aren’t going as smoothly as planned.Thea and I married ten years ago in Vegas, the day we both qualified as doctors... moreBeing caught in a cupboard in a compromising position with my latest hook up by my new colleague isn’t a great introduction.The worse thing, that new colleague - she’s my estranged wife who’s been MIA for more than a decade.Throw in the fact that neither of our families knew we were married in the first place and it’s safe to say, events maybe aren’t going as smoothly as planned.Thea and I married ten years ago in Vegas, the day we both qualified as doctors. I knew plenty about her: the way she kissed, how she liked her coffee and the best way to make her see stars.What I didn’t know was that she was the daughter of a Lord, was ridiculously wealthy and she’d signed up to Doctors Without Borders.The morning after our wedding, she was gone.For a decade, all I’ve had are postcards, sent to wherever I’ve been working, with no return address. Those, and a heart that no matter how good a doctor I am, I just can’t fix.Now Thea’s back in London.And she wants to be back in my bed.Our first proposal wasn’t perfect. Would the second lead to the same fate? less