In her first Season, Hope Baxendale attracts the interest of a powerful English duke, the husband all debutantes wish for and some will fight dirty to get. If only the handsome Frenchman Daniel Brienne, Duc du Ténèbres wasn’t distracting her from her course. Daniel shows little interest in marrying again, and surely, it is only the sadness in his deep brown eyes that pulls her to him: Daniel yearns for solitude. When his very...

She inched closer, her skirts and a leather strap grazing his thigh. “You could’ve given it back. I doubt the hostler knows how to use it.” “I’ve been shot at enough times not to tempt fate.” Grinning, he rose to full height. “And interrupting a romantic interlude has a way of agitating a man.” “Romantic interlude indeed,” she huffed. “I offered to help the hostler, not kiss him.” Help the hostler? With the broken...

  The tiny village of Hemshawe is the sort of place where nothing ever happens…until a handsome ex-soldier and his matchmaking sister let the imposing manor house at the edge of town. The friendly Londoners shake up the staid people of Hemshawe, and villagers see each other in a new and oh-so-appealing light.    Suddenly long-sparring enemies become lovers, a town festival heralds a new start for a fallen woman and a dandy, and a...

    Lady, It’s Cold Outside Miss Glenna Bolton is not having a Happy Christmas. She’s lost her grandfather and the bookshop they ran together. If not for the invitation from the Duke of Danby, she would have no place to go. No Christmas festivities for Baron Ellesworth this year. His newly inherited estate is in bad shape—and so is his bank account. He’ll spend the holiday traveling to do a bit of business with Lord Danby, in...

  Genevieve pushed away his hand, a half-hearted effort if he’d ever seen one. She curled her fingers over her mouth, trying to hide her smile. “You’re not listening to me, milord.” “I’m helpless here with you in that gown.” Light danced on silk skirts, tricking the eye with shades of muted blue turning dove grey. “A gown I should’ve sold a long time ago.” His gaze skimmed the length of her, ending on artfully styled...