Miss Emily Parr is on her way to a ball, when she senses something is not quite right. There is only the driver in the coach besides her, and he looks at her strangely. Unfortunately, she was right: she is kidnapped by men from the League of Rogues. Godric St. Laurent, Duke of Essex, is the one i...
Beyond hell . Tristan hadn’t bothered to shave for a week. He’d barely managed to shower and stumble into his classes. Carter had threatened to shove him out on his arse in the snow if he didn’t clean up for the party tonight. But none of it mattered. Kat had shut him out of her life. The spark o...
Personally, I think that’s bullshit. If you ask me, it’s all about personality traits. Messy people are messy, and organized people are organized; simple as that. It has nothing to do with the state of your life. But let’s consider the possibilities for a minute. If there’s even an ounce of truth...
Cucumber sandwiches. Wasn’t that so English? Her stomach rumbled, and she succumbed to her hunger and reached for one of the perfectly cut little pieces. “Gotcha.” Bastian chuckled from somewhere behind her. She whirled around, a sandwich stuffed in...
There was something wonderful about having her children and friends gathered around her table, eating, drinking and talking. The table in the formal dining room sat thirty people when all the leaves were inserted, but tonight it was perfect for accommodating the more intimate party of thirteen. &...
Godric’s kisses robbed her of rationality. But if she didn’t prove she could best him, even at a kiss, then he would win. But this question transcended a game. Kissing him was a dare she wanted to accept. Part of her yearned to show him she was a woman who desired him and that she could kiss as g...
Damn the everlasting black. Cedric hung from a rafter in the belly of a ship. At least, that was his best guess. The ropes around his wrists chaffed him where they stretched straight above his head. Whoever had strung him up had given him enough slack to have a sure footin...
The man was like some kind of Viking warrior with bronzed gold hair and honey brown eyes that promised wicked sins and wild abandon. His lips peeled back in a feral smile that reminded her of those old Bela Lugosi vampire movies. His massive shoulders blocked any exit from the bathroom and his di...
She’d do whatever she had to in order to get him home. If, along the way, she got to feel the leather of his belt binding her hands and his body on top of hers…well, she wouldn’t complain, but he’d have to work for it. Like a real dom. She almost grinned. Penny came back t...
It had once been his grandfather’s cigar and brandy room, but had since been converted to a sort of “man cave,” with a billiard table, leather couches, and a sixty-five-inch flat-screen TV on one wall. The low-hanging lamps above the billiard table illuminated the green felt when Tristan turned o...
when it came to romance. The Duelist’s Seduction was my first story, one that began my love affair with writing historical romances. In the following pages, you’ll meet Gareth and Helen, the hero and heroine. Gareth is a stubborn man, hurting, wounded, and full of pride. Please forgive him for be...