New Release | Lyon in the Way: The Lyon’s Den Connected World by Regina Jeffers #regencyromance #romanticsuspense #thelyonsden #mustread #ku #bookboost
- N. N. Light
- Jun 18
- 7 min read
Title
Lyon in the Way: The Lyon’s Den Connected World
Author
Regina Jeffers
Genre
romantic suspense; Regency romance; mystery and suspense; British Historical Lit; British and Scottish Lit; historical cozy mystery; mystery series; Historical Fiction Romance
Publisher
Dragonblade Publishers
Book Blurb
For over a year, Lord Richard Orson has been quietly captivated by the unconventional Lady Emma Donoghue. Headstrong, brilliant, and unapologetically involved in causes that rattle Society’s comfort, Emma is nothing like the debutantes he’s expected to court.
But when he finds her bruised, confused, and alone in Covent Garden after midnight, Richard is thrust into a far more dangerous game.
Someone wants Emma silenced. And now, Richard has only moments to uncover the truth, protect her from harm, and keep her out of scandal’s reach. But staying focused is harder than he imagined—especially when every glance, every accidental touch, reminds him how perfectly she fits in his arms.
As danger closes in and secrets are revealed, Richard must decide whether he’s willing to risk his life—and his heart—for a woman who’s always been worth the fight.
A suspenseful, slow-burn Regency romance where danger ignites desire, and love must outpace the clock.
This is a five-book series:
Lyon in the Way (releasing June 18, 2025)
Lyon’s Obsession (releasing September 17, 2025)
Lyon in Disguise (releasing December 17, 2025)
Lost in the Lyon’s Garden (releasing March 18, 2026)
Lyon on the Inside (releasing June 20, 2026)
Each book is a romantic suspense with an overlying cozy mystery tying them all together. The heroes are all “brothers,” adopted by a Scottish earl, who has trained them to be agents of the Home Office.
Excerpt
Satisfied the stranger had abandoned his plans, Richard was again in search of Hunt’s carriage, but he had somehow made a wrong turn in his pursuit of the unknown man in black. “Foolish,” he chastised himself. “I am no better than the other drunks peppering these streets.”
He made two more ill turns in quick succession and had to backtrack. “It would be nice to have a street light here and there,” he grumbled as he found himself in what he thought was the old market area. “I understand now why the Duke of Bedford wishes Parliament to regulate this area.” He paused to look around him to claim his bearings. Thinking himself assured of where to find Hunt’s carriage, Richard took a side street and a short alley, ignoring a man throwing up his oats and a woman chastising him in her best “fishwife” imitation for ducking under her line of clean laundry and knocking part of the rope down.
Richard had cleared the pair and stepped upon the wooden walkway when a woman staggered from the shadows and, quite literally, into his arms. At first, he thought another of the area’s many pickpockets thought to make him her mark, but somehow Richard recognized her. The woman was not inebriated, nor did she appear to be on some sort of black powder, she was injured.
Though she attempted to pull away from his embrace, he held her in place. There was blood seeping from a cut at her temple, as well as several defensive style wounds along her arm.
She swayed in place as he propped her against the side of a nearby building so he might determine how badly she was injured, while also searching the area for a sign of her attacker.
“Don’t!” she groaned as he braced her with one hand and turned as best he could to scan the area. “Don’t touch me, I must find the three . . .”
“I shan’t!” he declared, though he kept his hand on her shoulder. “Who was in your party?” he asked, though the idea of her being with any man who would do this to her was unsettling. “Find three what?”
Her dark chocolate hair hung loose on one side and what once must have been a string of pearls laced in her curls had fallen over her forehead, which sported what would likely be a large bruise. The skirt of her gown was ripped on one side and covered with “alley” filth, a mix of garbage and human waste and mud, as if she had been knocked to her knees, and she was missing her evening slippers.
He asked again. “With whom were you traveling? Are there others for whom I should be seeking? Three more, perhaps?” Richard was already wondering if the man he had been following earlier had committed this crime. He could not imagine even the daring Lady Emma Donoghue, though she pushed all boundaries of conformity, would venture to Covent Garden alone. She swayed in place and he tightened his hold on her shoulder. “How did this happen?”
She looked at him oddly, as if she suddenly realized he was there before her. “I . . . I . . . I do not know.”
“We will discover the truth,” he said. “Permit me to assist you to this building’s entrance steps. I would like to have a look around. To know assurances that someone else has not been harmed. Can you place your trust in me to do what I say? Afterwards, I will see you home.”
“Home?” she asked and frowned. “Do not wish to return home.”
“Do not worry. I will not desert you.” He guided her to the steps leading to the main door of the building, but he had quickly become aware of how his touch frightened her. She half sat and half collapsed onto the stained bricks of the entranceway. He permitted her to slump against the cold stone, claimed his Queen Anne pistol, and walked back the way she had come, but there was no one along the street and no signs of a struggle, not even one of her missing shoes. He was guessing whatever had happened to her, it had not happened nearby. Perhaps someone had dumped her in Covent Garden after assaulting her elsewhere.
Richard briefly wondered if she had been raped. He prayed not, for a woman of her “huzzah” should not be played foul.
Hurrying back to where he had left her, he roused her gently. If she had a head injury, he did not want her sleeping until a physician or a surgeon examined her. “Come now, my lady,” he said as he gently coaxed her to her feet. “Again, I ask, can you tell me who you were with earlier this evening?”
She looked around her. “I do not . . . recall,” she said with a frown.
“My lady . . .” he began, but she reached a bloody hand to him to prevent his question.
“How do you . . . know me . . . to be a lady?” she asked, and it was the first time she appeared truly frightened, rather than simply confused.
“You are Lady Emma Donoghue. Earlier today, you and some of your acquaintances prevented a number of gentlemen from entering White’s.” He would not tell her he had been asking the occasional question about her for coming up on two years. Like it or not, the woman fascinated him.
“And this was . . . my punishment?” she asked.
“I cannot say with any confidence,” he admitted. “As I was one of the men at White’s, I saw you there. You have been among those ‘protesting,’ shall we term your actions, at several venues for months. Yet, of course, you are well aware of those efforts.”
“Who are you?” she asked as she staggered away from him, fear obviously returning.
He reached a hand to her when she swayed in place. “I am Lord Richard Orson. I am a peer of the realm and often assist those in the government.” Customarily, he and the others among Lord Duncan’s men did not mention their connections to the government, but as Richard was planning to place this situation in the hands of his friends, keeping his position a complete secret would not be possible.
She shook her head in apparent denial, but the movement had sent her swaying in place again.
Richard caught her before she collapsed and scooped her up into his arms. Ironically, she curled into him as if she sought his warmth. “What does ‘three’ mean?” he asked.
Her fingers clutched the lapels of his coat. Obviously, she was afraid to release him. “I do not understand,” she murmured against the skin of his neck.
“You said you must find . . . Never mind. It is of no great importance at the moment. We must first discover someone to attend to you.” Her arms tightened about his neck. He asked, “Is there someone I should inform of this incident? I know your parents are away in Europe.”
“My parents are away?” she implored. “When? Where?” She snuggled closer. “Surely we are acquainted.” Her voice sounded as if she meant to fall asleep on his shoulder. “Are we betrothed?” She slurred the question.
He purposely jiggled her to keep her awake. “We are not betrothed,” he assured. He thought, Not even friends. “I told you earlier: I am Lord Orson.”
Buy Links (including Goodreads and BookBub)
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Facebook Party and Giveaway Information
June 18, 2025 - Release Day on The Tea Room - https://www.facebook.com/groups/265460994261469
June 18, 2025 - Release Day on Dragonblade Publishers
Special Giveaways
Every Woman Dreams (Regina’s blog) - June 1 to June 15 - 10 copies of the eBook available for those who comment on the posts.
Beginning June 1, 2025 - 100 eBook codes are available until they run out. Check my Facebook posts for the details.
Author Biography
Regina Jeffers, an award-winning author of historical cozy mysteries, Austenesque sequels and retellings, as well as Regency era romances, has worn many hats over her lifetime: daughter, student, military brat, wife, mother, grandmother, teacher, tax preparer, journalist, choreographer, Broadway dancer, theatre director, history buff, grant writer, media literacy consultant, and author. Living outside of Charlotte, NC, Jeffers writes novels that take the ordinary and adds a bit of mayhem, while mastering tension in her own life with a bit of gardening and the exuberance of her “grand joys.”
Social Media Links
Every Woman Dreams (Blog) https://reginajeffers.wordpress.com
Always Austen (Group Blog) https://alwaysausten.com/
Amazon Author Page https://www.amazon.com/Regina-Jeffers/e/B008G0UI0I/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1479079637&sr=8-1
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You Tube Interview https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vzgjdUigkkU
