Lord Wycliffe Had Finally Met His Match.With golden hair and eyes of springtime green, Charlotte Trowbridge was the toast of the London Season. "An incomparable goddess" her dazzled admirers proclaimed. But the earl of Wycliffe knew she was only a vicar's
Maiden-Warrior-Lover!This was the litany Simon de Burgh chanted whenever he gazed upon Bethia Burnel. Gifted with fighting prowess to rival any of his knights, the maddening woman had laid siege to his vision of how the world should be - and captured his
BOTHERATION! — Why her family had elected to spend an entire season in boring Bath, Georgiana Bellewether couldn't fathom. Nothing to stimulate her inquisitive mind ever happened here--until the night Lady Culpepper's emeralds were stolen! Now, if only
Raleigh Hadn't Gambled On Finding A Virgin In His Bed --but when he awoke next to Jane Trowbridge, he knew all bets for bachelorhood were off. Now, instead of a love match, he'd gotten a sparring partner.Jane had never imagined herself anyone's lawfully w
Out Of A Midnight Coach Stepped Ravenscar The Perfect Gothic Mystery Man Dark and brooding and rumoured to have done murder, the Devil Earl was everything Prudence Lancaster's imagination could conjure. But he was also flesh and blood, and infinitely mor
Sleeping With The Enemy
It was the last thing Elene Fitzhugh intended. She only prayed her array of sharpened daggers was ample protection against Geoffrey de Burgh's gentle coaxing and honeyed lies, for she was determined to be no man's bride king's
