Although her marriage to Mr. Waddley had been passionless, the beautiful widow Cecilia vowed to unmask the man responsible for her husband’s untimely demise. Suspecting that the culprit traveled in society circles, Cecilia diverted attention from her eavesdropping and prying with her constant and tiresome complaints of illness.
Sir James Branstoke saw through her feigned fragility. Intrigued by her odd behavior, he believed she was hiding a secret. At the same time, Cecilia sensed deeper emotions beneath Sir Branstoke’s witty flirtations. Indeed, the only time Cecilia felt genuinely out-of-sorts was when she felt the gaze of his brown eyes … and her pretended palpitations suddenly became all too real when Cecilia discovered a blissful and surprising love she had never known before…
Every bachelor in London sought the attentions of the beautiful Helene Monweithe. Unfortunately, pursuit was futile. Helene’s father had decreed that she could not wed before her older sister, Elizabeth, wed. Considering Elizabeth’s reputation as The Shrew of London, this was cause for alarm. Then Justin, Viscount St. Ryne, asked for Elizabeth’s hand in marriage. If her family wept for joy, Elizabeth shrieked in fury. But in her heart of hearts she acknowledged he resembled the hero of her closely guarded dreams.
Poor Elizabeth hadn’t the faintest notion that St. Ryne had a curious plan designed to tame her, a plan that would tangle their hearts and would, in the face of unexpected interlopers and domestic scandal, teach both arrogant husband and quick-tempered wife a thing or two about love and marriage!
Hugh Talverton surveyed the traffic in the streets. “While walking today I heard no fewer than six different languages spoken, heard vendors hawking their wares in singsong fashion, bells have tolled from what seems like every corner, drums have sounded, bugles have blown, and I saw Gypsies singing and dancing in the streets. New Orleans has a music unlike any other city.”
While Vanessa Mannion warmed to the uppity Britisher’s observation on her city, she bristled at her father’s orders to be nice to him; especially since Hugh seemed to take delight in American mishaps. Particularly her own!
Miss Leona Leonard had never attempted anything so daring before. . . disguising herself as a man to rescue Lady Christiana Deveraux from kidnappers. But her heart beat even more wildly at the sudden appearance of Christiana’s uncle, the scandalously handsome Nigel Deveraux.
Sir Nigel, indebted to this bold beauty who had risked her life, gallantly offered his protection. But Leona gracefully refused, until danger forced her to seek sanctuary at Deveraux’s ancestral castle.
The Honorable Andrew Montrose dreamed of swimming and breathing underwater. The Caribbean island plantation staff feared he was going mad. The islanders whispered that he’d been ensorcelled by Merfolk. But for the Honorable Andrew Montrose, it was just a dream.
Until the day he saw her.
The handmade toy was Lord Tarkington’s gift for his young daughter. But his labor of love touched the heart of a lady — who knew she had found her heart’s desire…
Miss Jane Grantley, dubbed the “Ice Witch” for her cool green gaze that intimidated all but the most calculating of suitors, feared no man and scoffed at the many scheming designs on her virtue, swearing never to marry for any reason but love.
The Earl of Royce, the infamous “Devil’s Disciple,” was all that Jane loathed in a man. He was a rake, responsible for the ruin of innocent ladies — if the countless rumors about him were to be believed. Jane planned to undo the rogue once and for all, but it appeared that Royce had plans of his own. The Devil’s Disciple refused to live up to his name, instead playing the perfect gentleman until even the Ice Witch found her reserve melting.
When Catherine Shreveton was invited to London to make her debut under the auspices of an aunt, her family insisted she go. In a pique, Catherine disguised herself to look as dull and drab as her aunt supposed her to be, and she kept everyone in the dark about her fortune. But Catherine had not counted on the dashing Marquis of Stefton. This nobleman knew she was an heiress, and he had his doubts about her drab appearance. Wouldn’t it be a lark, he mused, to gain the little wren entrée into the most fashionable and prominent circles? And so two pretenders had set their traps unaware that love was the prize.