So! Um, first review ever in goodreads and I don't think there can be a better book than this one to review since I liked it so damned much! I have had my share of bodice rippers and most of them have either left me utterly annoyed or laughing, but this one (I won't say it's flawless)still is bet...
After a second DNF by Wilde, I think he's simply not an author for me. Like Johanna Lindsey, Wilde's one of the classic authors of the old ripper romances and I've held them to a high standard because of that. They've both fallen short.Wilde's somewhat of a better author than Lindsey. He can desc...
A Victorian actress takes on the role of a lifetime in this classic romantic suspense novel from New York Times bestselling author Wilde. For a handsome fee, Jennifer poses as Edward Baker's wife to help make him heir to the fabulous Mallyncourt estate--and becomes embroiled in the Baker family's...
A historical romance set in Louisiana, from the author of "The Slipper" and "Once More Miranda".
REISSUEDetermined to find out what has happened to her lovely cousin, whom no one seems to remember, Deborah Lane leaves the safety of London and journeys to Blackcrest Manor, where she falls under the spell of its master, Derek Hawke.
ONCE UPON A TIME.... There were three young women who dreamed of glittering, magical lives, of living with Prince Charming happily ever after. Yet even they could never have guessed how magnificently their prayers would be answered-and the prices they would pay for having their fantasies fulfille...
The dark eyes glowed, the lids delicately shadowed, fine brows curving in natural arches above. The lips were soft and pleasantly rounded, and below each high cheekbone there was a fragile hollow. It was a face I had seen thousands of times as I stared into the mirror. The coloring was entirely d...
Once a noble mansion, it had fallen upon bad days, like a middle-aged woman who has lost both lover and looks. Vines of dusty green ivy half covered the brown stone walls, slates were missing from the dull gold roof, and the soot-black chimneys seemed ready to topple. Weathered and mellow, it nev...
Sally said. “He was wearing black trousers and this billowing Indian robe of dark maroon, all embroidered with leaves in black silk, and, Miss Lauren, he was smoking a hookah! It gave me a turn when I saw him, I don’t mind telling you. There he was, big as life, looking just as sinister and myste...
We walked down the stairs into the ballroom to the lively strains of music, and I heard laughter and voices and could see a hundred faces turned up to watch us. A buzz went through the crowd, and I heard people talking about us and asking who I was. I leaned on Greg’s arm for support, very nervou...
As we had our wine and cheese and fruit, we discussed the excitement of Paris on a beautiful day. Later on, we went to the Louvre, and Théo grew eloquent, as we strolled through the Grande Gallerie, explaining some of the finer points of the art we viewed. I tried to concentrate, but my mind was ...