It is a truth universally acknowledged that a Fallen Womanof good family must, soon or late, descend to whoredom.Miss Sarah Tolerance refuses to follow the path of the Fallen Women who have gone before her. She's a straight shooter, with her pistol as well as her wit, and her mind is as sharp as ...
Miss Sarah Tolerance ran away with her brother's fencing master when she was sixteen. Now he's dead and she's back in England, and a Fallen Woman. But she refuses to follow the Fallen Women who have gone before her and become a courtesan. Sarah is a straight shooter, with her pistol as well as he...
John Tietjen loves New York City like life itself. But while he's out of town at a conference, confused reports come out of the city. Millions of refugees are streaming out, each bearing contradictory tales of fire, earthquake, explosions, collapse.Making his perilous way back, he gathers a few s...
You saved my life, Miss Cannowen. I will be pleased to take you to England with me." — To Dorothea Cannowen, these are the words that could save her life. An eighteen-year-old orphan, she is in the difficult position of being a penniless, unenthusiastic guest at a Spanish convent. Now Sir Douglas...
While Rowena Cherwood did not go around boasting of it, she had a tidy legacy from her parents. Free to choose the life she wanted, and unwilling to live with her overbearing aunt, she accepted a position as Lady Bradwell’s companion.A spinster of twenty-seven, Rowena gave little thought to marri...
At her home in the country Althea Ervine has always been the manager, the one to fix every problem. Tired of being her father's housekeeper, Althea escapes to her sister in London. There she is enchanted by the whirl of parties and balls, of new dresses, new manners and new faces. With gentlemen ...
The process of fully opening her eyes to the sunlight that flooded in through the light curtains took her fully five minutes. Even then it was necessary to take another minute to let her eyes focus properly. And every second hurt. “Are you awake?” a cool voice inquired. Moving her head too quickl...
Perhaps Worke, like the other clerk, would take her at her seeming and believe her to be a man. If he saw through the imposture perhaps he would not immediately know her for the woman he had twice attacked. But the big man was more observant than that; she saw as if it were drawn on his face his ...
He made the trip from Cambridgeshire to London in something under four hours, which breakneck pace allowed him to avoid thinking of Catenhaugh, Brussels, or the quick sting of surprise and happiness he had felt in meeting Olivia Temperer, which had been as quickly followed by cold anger. Roberts,...
Marriage is for the consolidation of wealth and property. Romance is for diversion. And love—” Deira do Morbegon’s tone was derisive. “Love is for poets.” “Mamma, I know better than to speak of love and marriage in the same breath. But this—even if I liked it, what good would it bring? There can ...