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Lady Glory Brightley was dreading her sister's house party-until she discovers an early guest mired in a bog. She pulls the Earl of Keswick free-and then goes to great lengths to hide her limp from him. Is it too much to ask, just once, to be seen and treated as everyone else?Keswick has come to Gloucestershire to hide-from an overzealous debutante, from his father, perhaps even from himself. He bonds with Lady Glory as a fellow misfit-her limp is nothing compared to the wounds he hides. They pledge to see each other through the choppy waters of the party, but he never expected to be caught up by this sprite of a girl-with her quick wit, stunningly fine seat on a horse and giving heart.Not that he could ever pursue such inclinations. For no true lady could want a man with his reputation and entanglements. Who could love a man who is nothing but a rakehell? He's about to find out.
A List no respectable lady wishes to be on . . . Miss Brynne Wilmott doesn't belong on the soon-to-be-published List of London's prostitues, but she escaped the monstrous Marstoke once, with the inadvertent aide of Nathan Russell, the Duke of Aldmere, and now the marquess has revived the List as an act of revenge--and to destroy her future and those who helped her. The Request a certain Duke has no wish to hear . . . The Duke of Aldmere doesn't believe in meddling. Fate has proved that interfering in personal matters only leads to bigger trouble. He has no wish to involve himself in Brynne Wilmott's affairs, despite her spirited beauty and damned tempting mouth. But she's discovered that his brother is mixed up in this List business as well. Reluctantly, they agree to work together to prevent the disastrous publication. Their quest leads them through some of London's most dangerous haunts and it quickly becomes clear that Marstoke's plans are more twisted and treasonous than anyone has suspected. Yet the danger and intrique are as nothing compared to the effect than Nathan and Brynne have on each other . . .
Miss Callie Grant has hidden her true identity her entire life, but now elements from her past are threatening to destroy England's future. To save someone she loves, she agrees to a dangerous mission--and to masquerade as the bride of Lord Truitt Russell. Lord Truitt wants only one thing--to restore his honor. Only the capture of the Wicked Lord Marstoke will do the job. But the intimacy of playing husband to the gorgeous, infuriatingly independent Callie Grant proves a temptation difficult to resist. In the end, which will he choose? Honor or Love? Passion and secrets swirl--and the battle between Hestia Wright and her enemies continues--in another delicious installment of the Half Moon House series.
Because an unmarried Earl must be in want of a bride . . . Every debutante in the ton wants to be the Countess of Hartford--and mistress of Hartsworth Castle. Never mind that Hart has no interest in marrying just yet, the young ladies hunt him as ruthlessly as a pack of hounds after the elusive fox. What he needs is a hired bride--one who is guaranteed to call it off at the end of the Season. Because a girl with no prospects will do what she must to help her family . . . Miss Emily Spencer must do something. Her mother's health is failing and the notorious Duke of Danby is growing dangerously close. Why not hide in plain sight and pretend to be the Earl of Hartford's betrothed? And getting paid for her troubles? It's just what she needs to make her family comfortable again. Because love comes when you least expect it . . . Sparks fly when the two put their plan in motion--and deeper emotions grow. But how can they be together when the path they've forged only leads to their inevitable separation?
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