A Scheme for Love

"Present the Doll in Red to my solicitor within six months or forfeit all rights to Bartone Hollows and to my fortune."

Wherever would a shy young country-bred widow begin her search? The doll was nowhere to be found. And would Mathilda have begun at all had she known where it would take her? The trail led to London with its operas, soirees, balls, and wicked, wicked ways. There was dashing Lord Kittridge Pennypiece. And brooding young Lord Bartone. How could she resist him? And yet she must! She must!

What was the strange legacy Mathilda's husband had bequeathed her in return for their May-December marriage? Poverty? Riches? Or true love at last?

A Bond of Honor

Lady Juliane Perrill was determined to practice whatever deceit was necessary to escape France, to bring her orphaned niece and nephew to safety in England. When fate forced her to cast her lot with the Earl of Tretain, they became a "family". To all appearances, they were husband and wife. Juliane was safe. Lord Adrian had promised to protect her. Could he? Would he?

The road was long and dangerous; the country aflame with revolution. But most frightening of all was this dangerous charade that thrust Juliane into the arms of the one man she could neither resist--nor trust.

The Education of Joanne

She was a surly wench, rebellious at heart. Who would have guess that Joanne, daughter of the Earl of Furness, would one day bloom like a rose?

Banished from Kentoncombe, the shrew finally met her maker: Lord Jason Kenton, determined to transform her into a lady, duty-bound to cast her into the gilded trap of London's ton, into another man's arms--and marriage. Jason Kenton was the only man she ever desired.

Was Lady Joanne woman enough to teach her tutor a lesson in love?

Thomasina

"I'll never marry, never!" twenty-one year-old Thomasina declared, scorning the flirtations and matchmakings that were the very breath of Regency society. Orphaned and impoverished, she had seen her highborn father gamble away their meagre fortune and drive her mother to an early grave. No. Tommie was determined to remain a governess, a tree-climbing, fun-loving governess who deserved her boyish nickname.

But it was Tommie's very rebelliousness that thrust her into the arms of Lord Longeton, Marquess of Thornhill. His dark, brooding good looks cast an irresistible spell. How could she dream of becoming his wife?

How could she fall in love with the cold-hearted gambler who had stripped her family of land--and life?