A variation on the tried and trusted trope of an almost on the shelf spinster being forced to marry a handsome Earl through a series of unfortunate circumstances.Having made that slightly disparaging comment, I did really enjoy this. Jack(ie) is an engaging heroine and I liked her her mantra of ...
Even if he wasn't the Von Rosen heir, being one of the middle sons, it was clear that Hans had ready access to a gentleman's income. Although it was quite late when they arrived, they were accorded every luxury, and within minutes Krystyna found herself alone in a large, well-appointed room with ...
Whitman was an inveterate flirt. She remembered how horrible she felt when she awoke from the fever, and hers hadn't lasted as long. If he could lie there teasing her about being his Valentine when he most likely ached in every muscle then he had a greater fortitude than she. &n...
Sabre as a duchess was no stretch of the imagination, but Jack as a countess? Not quite so easy to fathom. At least she seemed comfortable in her new house, chatting easily with the servants, which was a wonder in and off itself. In the next few weeks George would be able to see how her friend di...
Well, Quince thought, the note hadn't been as casual as he'd thought, then. Somehow he needed to severely curb the number of people who felt comfortable storming his room while he was trying to rest. "It seemed wise as I didn't sleep last night and had an engagement schedu...
They knew where the carriage had been ambushed and the general direction it had taken afterwards, but the trail seemed to have gone cold. They were much further east than he expected the captors would take the girls. It was tempting to pull in his agents, but the more people who knew what he was ...