Carolina's Walking Tour
by Lesley-Anne McLeod
ISBN 978-1-60174-045-8 ....... © 2008 ....... Purchase from Amazon.com


From MyShelf.com:

Lesley-Anne McLeod’s Carolina’s Walking Tour is an outstanding tribute to the Regency genre. This is the perfect way to spend a quiet Sunday afternoon. You will quickly be drawn into the overall drama unfolding in this memorable story. Regency fans, this is the type of story that will make your day, the emotional impact alone will take your breath away. Very highly recommended.
--Suzie Housley

From Romance Reviews Today:

Short and sweet aptly describes CAROLINA'S WALKING TOUR. If ever a tale shows that out-of-the-ordinary qualities can lie beneath plain or damaged exteriors, it is this delightful little nugget of gold.
5 Stars *****

--Jane Bowers

From The Romance Studio:

This is a sweet story of two characters that will never be successful in a London drawing room, but are very successful at life. Caro is not beautiful or vivacious, but she is intelligent and can handle most any situation with grace and dignity. Lord Quainton has served his country bravely and still takes care of his family and estate despite his disabilities. They become well known around the area for their walks. It seems everyone expects them to end up together and Lord Quainton almost seems to hope for Caro's hand by default, since he is afraid to ask her how she feels. I love how Caro screws up her courage to go and see him to tell him how she feels and later proves her love. It is nice to see a story about two people who are not impossibly beautiful and successful, they deserve a happy ending too.
--Maura Frankman

From SimeGen Reviews:

Despite its short length, this story contains all the elements one looks for in a good Regency romance. The author's reading style resembles Jane Austen's more than any other Regency romance writer I've read.
--Laurraine Tutihasi



"My grandmother has lived in Bath these thirty years. My grandfather found relief of his gout in the waters apparently, and they would not countenance lodgings, so they purchased a house. When my father inherited, Lady Chersham moved to this residence rather than the dower house at Beckon Hall."

"The Hall is your home?"

"Near Salisbury, yes." As they walked New King Street and rounded a corner at Charles Street to enter Queen Square, Carolina realized how much she had revealed of herself and her family in the past hour. And she was quite suddenly aware of how far they had walked. Her feet, in their neat jean half boots, protested, as did her calves, and she was no longer easily keeping pace with her companion.

After guiding her unerringly to Lady Chersham's house, Lord Quainton handed her up the two steps before it and pulled the bell.

"Will you come in?" Carolina was suddenly loath to have the afternoon end, though clouds now clotted the blue sky and threatened rain.

"I thank you, but no. I am promised to my mother for the rest of the day." His dark, damaged face was unreadable.

She coloured, furiously deriding herself for supposing he would wish to spend further time in her uninspiring company.

"Will you walk out with me again?" he added suddenly. "Perhaps the day after tomorrow? We may go further afield. I should welcome your opinion on the Sydney Gardens."

Carolina caught her breath. It was more than she could ever have hoped. She must not have bored him utterly. She was at least deemed better than no one in terms of company. "If my grandmother has no need of me, I should be pleased to walk again," she said in a colourless voice.

"Then do sound a little happy," he teased very, very gently.

Her glance flew to his ravaged face which was alight with laughter. A genuine smile warmed her face and she wished--oh she wished--she was pretty. "I shall be delighted," she said, putting out her left hand to shake his.

He hesitated only a moment, then accepted it. "'Til Thursday then."

The door behind her opened and Lady Chersham's sedate butler greeted her. Carolina slipped within, conscious that Lord Quainton waited until the door was closed before he departed. She paused, deep in thought, in her grandmother's finely decorated entry. Dare she hope this might be the beginning of a special summer?