Korrin Taylor didn’t want to be in Unity, Texas. All she wanted was to return to her home in the Tennessee mountains. She was honoring her pa’s last request. But that didn’t mean she had to put up with the two viperous snakes that resided in her uncle’s home…his wife and daughter.
The two women were aiming to make her life miserable, and thereby, chase her away. She was all for the “leaving” part, but she wasn’t about to do them any favors…not until she showed them just what kind of “backwoods” woman she was.
Zacharias Kincade was tired of living in his father’s shadow, but more than anything he was tired of having the Taylor women interfering in his life. Why couldn’t they understand he didn’t want a wife…not now…and most likely not ever!
What he needed to do was leave Unity and head for Mexico. There he could start his own horse ranch. He could build on his own dreams and get out from beneath his father’s expectations…and away from the Taylor women.
But then Fate…with a little help from Zacharias…intervenes. And all Korrin and Zacharias’ wants didn’t matter. Instead they found something that neither of them had been looking for… Desire…Passion…and True Love
Salaina Uldrick is unprepared for the emotions Tameron evokes within her. Never did she think that traveling to Ridgecliff could bring about everything her heart so desired.
Tameron Edgeworth couldn’t wait to meet the jade who had secretly wed his brother, William. Happiness over the deed was not a’tall what he felt…throttling the chit sounded far more appealing. One thing he hadn’t counted on was just how uniquely beautiful she would be, or that she would possess such a sensuous heart.
Together they will unravel the mystery to murder…overcome fear…and grasp the flame of love that ignites between them.
Raised to be a rancher, Billy Jo Sander is known for her quick temper, her fast guns, and her mean mouth. After the sudden death of her father, all Billy wants is to run the ranch her father left her. But Sam Evans is determined to run her off with any misdeed he can think of.
Dwayne Ingham has only one agenda on his mind when he arrives in Peaceful. . .until he meets Billy. The fiery spitfire captures his thoughts, his desires, and his heart.
Herb Walker knew trouble when he saw it. . .and Miss Constance O’Hally was more trouble than he cared to deal with. He had one mission: to deliver Constance and Kate O’Hally to Tucker Ingham in Texas. But the young woman was making his mission almost impossible. He was torn between roping and gagging her. . .or making love to her.
Constance knew exactly who Herb was. . .the man she would marry, but the obstinate man was making things difficult. He was determined she would run back to Boston, just as he was determined that she was ill-suited to life on the western frontier. There was only one thing to do. She would learn to be just like the women of the west. She would prove to the arrogant man just how capable she was and in the process she would prove her love for him was true.
She was his enemy.
He was her destiny.
Thorton Lynwood had waited for two years. . .if her reluctant groom was not going to come to her, then she would go to him.
For fifteen years, Blake Bradley, 5th Duke of Stonecrest, had tried to forget the hated contract that bond him to his enemy. But when Thorton arrives at Stonecrest Manor, her beauty and sensuous allure calls out to the Beast in him and he finds himself helpless against her and his desires.
Together they must face the truth of the haunting pasts. They must learn forgiveness and trust. . .and they must follow the road that will lead them Beyond Love.
While others made haste to move from Elliot Franklin’s path, one chit stood her ground. Some would whisper it was her recklessness, others would say it was her immaturity to heed danger. Danella Pennworthy knew it was probably a little of both. . .or something altogether different. From the moment she noticed him striding across the ballroom floor, she had been powerless to move.
Never had Danella seen such a man as the Earl of Wynhurst. Power, danger, and pain seemed to reach out to her, calling like a wounded beast. . .or Dragon. The cold green eyes that assessed her sent unknown shivers coursing through her innocent soul, calling forth a love that desired to embrace, sooth, and comfort him.
Elliot Franklin wasn’t sure if the silly chit was a forward piece of baggage or if she was just too naïve not to know she was treading on dangerous ground. But the moment he looked into her satiny brown eyes he knew she was trouble. One dance was promised, but within a single heartbeat, when he placed his arms around her, when her skirts brushed against him, was like a searing to his mind and soul.
Four Complete Romance Novels:
Sensuous Heart (Edgeworth Novel Book 1) regency romance
Colorado Spitfire (A Spitfire Novel Book 1) western romance
Beyond Love (A Stonecrest Novel Book 1) regency romance
Forever Mine (A Wynhurst Novel Book 1) regency romance
Two societies.
One born to the darkness of witchcraft.
The other born to the divine supernatural light.
Only one thing can bring them together. . .only one thing can conquer all. . .Love
Arysa awakens to a world she has no knowledge of. A world where she cannot even recall her name, and yet one, Zebual Bane claims to know exactly who she is. . .his wife.
Zebual had waited what seemed like a lifetime for Arysa to wake. Now it might be too late to save him from the withering of his soul. The only cure to his healing lies in the hands of a woman who has no knowledge of him.
Time is running out and soon their enemy will be coming and the battle would proceed. But if Zebual cannot regain his strength he will lose this war…and Arysa.
Samuel Weinwright, Duke of Ellinston was known for his handsome looks. He enjoyed being a confirmed bachelor. There was nothing he needed or wanted. He had it all. His life was perfect.
That is, until, the Duke of Sheridan, Royce Ramsey, asked him be one of three protectors for a set of triplets whose father had been murdered. Not only would he have to protect the chit from some murdering knave, but he would also have to endure his marriage-minded grandmother as well.
Cordelia Sedway had just lost her father and now she was being separated from her two sisters. She understands it’s for their protection, but that doesn’t mean she has to like it. But nothing in her nineteen years could have prepared her for the handsome rake who would be her protector. Her first sight of the Duke of Ellinston nearly had her crumbling to the ground. She never knew one man could possess so much sensual masculinity.
Samuel had agreed to be a protector for some chit, not to the gorgeous creature who arrived at his home. For the love of England, he was a bachelor, a rake, a womanizer. . .not some bloody saint. One thing he didn’t need was to have this innocent, beautiful woman beneath his roof. Part of him wanted to send her back to Sheridan. . .the other part wanted to capture the little pirate.
Friday January Treborn wanted to shake her head as she stared at the man standing in the back of the hangman’s wagon. Things weren’t going as planned, that was for darn sure. The sheriff was in a hurry to get this hanging over with and if she couldn’t stop him, Ralph Harden would be a couple of inches taller. . .and dead.
Ralph Harden’s thoughts were focused on one thing; should he get out of this, he was going to break Herb Walker’s nose for getting him into the mess. What was supposed to be a simple trip in and out of Timber Creek, Texas hadn’t turned out that way at all. Accused of horse stealing, sentenced to hang, and now here he stood in the back of a wagon, a rope around his neck, and rain soaking him to the bone, as he watches the pitiful performance being played out before him. He might just have to shoot Herb after he breaks his nose.
A mission to rescue turns into something Friday never thought to find. After two years of working for her father and uncles, she was ready to retire from the life of shadowing and tracking lawbreakers. She wanted to be like other women, to fall in love, and to have a family of her own. Now she was getting that chance. Marrying Mr. Harden wasn’t something she planned, but she decided she was going to keep him whether he liked it or not.
Just like that, the crazy woman decides she going to ‘keep’ him. Well, maybe he was crazy, too. He never thought to marry a stranger, but his first glimpse of Friday had him changing his mind. She was sweet, irritating, and downright beautiful. What man wouldn’t want her?
Eric Edgeworth returned from London to find that his home had been invaded by the most gorgeous little pirate any man could hope to find. . .if one didn’t take into account that she carried a sword, spouted the most vile names, and tempted him almost past his limits.
Eric’s brother, Tameron was one of three protectors to the Sedway triplets. When asked if he would help in protecting Darby from some murdering knave, Eric thought the task would be fairly easy. After all, how hard could it be? He never realized how traitorous his own thoughts could be. When he wasn’t fighting with her, then he was fighting his desire, his passion, and the need to capture the luscious little pirate as his own.
Darby Sedway felt her heart flutter when she first gazed into Eric’s hazel eyes. He was kind, gentle, and for the most part, soft spoken. She never thought she would find love at Ridgecliff, but she had. But then she never realized men could be so stupid when it came to matters of the heart. Knowing Eric was a rake, a bachelor, and a rogue mattered not.
Only Eric could chase away all thoughts of the danger which hunted her and the knave who meant to do her harm. It was in the moments alone with him, where she savored his kisses and surrendered to his tantalizing embrace, that she realized just how much she wanted a rogue of her own.
Eight years had passed since Henrieta Deveraux had done the unthinkable. At the age of sixteen she had sent a note to one of London’s most notorious rakes in form of a marriage Bargain. Never did she think that once again she would come face to face with the man who had captured her heart so long ago.
The man was just as handsome, just as devastating to her senses, and just as tempting to her heart. She wasn’t prepared for his wicked sense of humor as he waved the aged note beneath her pert nose and announced he wanted to seal their Bargain.
Bloody hell!
Lance Wellsbrough, the Viscount of Ravenwood found the aged yellow paper in the top drawer of his desk. He sniffed the sweet scent and smiled. He now had a face to place to the mysterious note he received eight years ago. Miss Henrieta Deveraux.
His first glimpse of her as she passed by him at the opera nearly staggered him, but it was her tantalizing scent that pulled at his senses and his memories. There was something vaguely familiar about her. His plan was simple. . .he would seduce her with sweet words. He would tempt her with kisses. And he would conquer her with passion…and it all would begin with The Bargain.
Rueben Ramsey, Marquess of Tayvor, couldn’t believe his father had volunteered him to be a bloody bodyguard to some chit. How was he to find a wife and a mother for his two daughters if he was stuck in the country waiting on some murdering knave?
He thought he had been prepared. But nothing could have prepared him for the gorgeous little pirate he was to protect. Never did he expect the red haired wench to capture his attention so fully. How the devil was he to protect her when all he could think about was ravishing her?
Ryanne, youngest of the Sedway triplets, stared at the scowling brute who would be her protector. Not only was he rude, he was also a rakish scoundrel. . .even knowing this she still thought him to be the most handsome of men.
She wanted him for her own. . .she just wasn’t sure how to go about tempting a scoundrel.
Harland Winstead, The Viscount of Hawke, disliked one name above all else. . .Merlin. His grandfather had spent most of his life chasing down the mythical person in hopes of finding the last heir to the magical bloodline. To make matters worse, Harland had lost his father to the same insane belief.
Thankfully, he had not been plagued with a weak mind as they had. Instead, he was quite boring in his need to be nothing like the flamboyant characters of his family.
Emry Nivian Rhaine had journeyed to London to find a husband. When she spotted Lord Hawke across the ballroom she was immediately drawn to him. He was handsome, but it was his quiet strength that drew her to him.
She never knew men like him existed. He made her heart do the craziest things. Unfortunately, Lord Hawke was not in the market for a wife. It really was a shame for he was more than capable of being a protector.
Hawke stared at the gorgeous young woman. Even knowing she was not for him, there was something about her which pulled at the very fabric of his being.
It seemed as if she haunted his every thought. And the more his mind dwelled on her and the strange things that seemed to happen whenever she was around, the crazier his thoughts became.
The wild pattern of his thoughts led him to believe the insanity he was so sure he had eluded might have finally found him after all.
A family trait or curse?
Whatever the cause, he was past the point of caring. Only one thing mattered now. . .To Capture an Enchantress.
It was a good plan. . .a simple plan.
The Earl of Westbrook, Gideon Andrew Jamieson would find the most unsuitable woman to be his bride. Once his parents, The Duke and Duchess of Trevor saw their future daughter-in-law they would demand he break the engagement and thereby leave him alone about marriage.
Lady Mercy Shefford didn’t make a deal with the devil. . .instead she made her deal with the The Earl of Persuasion, as he was notoriously known among the ton. She would help him and in return he would help her. Once their deal was finished she would head back to America.
He knew he should have declined making such a deal. Mercy was too tempting, too alluring, and too innocent. The more he was around her, the more he wanted her. The more he wanted her, the more tempting she became.
It was a simple plan. . .that turned complicated.
Miranda Paterson had traveled from Virginia to Colorado. Her hopes were to find work and then send for her sister. Her main goal had been to get as far away from Richmond and the lecherous man she had worked for.
She realized just how badly she misjudged the man when a little weasel of a hunter captured her. His main goal was to return her to Virginia.
Tommy Gates never thought when he entered Ellis Howard’s Mercantile he would find the woman his heart had been searching for. But the moment he looked into Miranda’s eyes, he knew he had found her.
First he had to rescue her. . .then he was going to marry her.
The Earl of Kingston, Gabriel Langston, like most men his age, rank, and wealth, was a rake. He wasn’t as bad as some, but he was by no means a saint. He had no desire to get married as of yet.
Every Season Gabriel journeyed to London to assist his sister and brother-in-law at keeping the other up and coming rakes from panting after his beautiful nieces. What he hadn’t counted on was the gorgeous little house guest they brought with them…or the effect she would have on him.
Warner Brooke was fortunate enough to join Lord Norbury and his family in London. At the ripe age of twenty-two, she was beyond the age when most girls had their first Season, but she wasn’t about to let that dampen her spirits.
Unlike most young women, Warner was there just to have fun and enjoy her time, not to search for a husband. But upon meeting Gabriel, she concludes that maybe, she might indeed, just want a husband…if that man could be Lord Kingston.
What begins as a few quiet moments alone, beneath the cover of darkness…becomes their rendezvous at midnight.
For The Marquess of Ryder, Richard Deaueraux, it was just another Season. He came, he enjoyed, and rarely did he deny himself of the numerous widows who wanted to share their beds with him, or simply wanted a quick tickle in whatever secluded spot they might find.
Though already bored with the tedious rounds of parties, he was even more bored with the women. That is, until one night, into his boredom stepped the most perfect little angel. She was gorgeous, tempting, and daft as the day was long.
Ivy Rivard Chappel had come to London, not to socialize, but to dare a Marquess…but not just any Marquess.
Lord Ryder had plenty of women vying for his attention. Ivy dared to be different…she dared to capture his interest…and she dared him to love her.
Lord Thomas Jamieson had his life set on a course. Once he had his newly acquired home of Featherton restored, he planned on finding a wife to love. He had never been a rake. He wasn’t even a womanizer, like some men. Instead, he was a man who wanted true love like that of his parents.
But the moment Miss Bailey Preston showed up on his parent’s doorstep, he knew his life was about to change. The chit claimed she belonged to him. At first he thought she must be mad, but the more he thought of her, the more he desired her, and the less mad she seemed.
Perhaps her madness was contagious? It didn’t matter. Whatever the cause. . .he wanted her for his own.
Bailey Preston had nowhere else to turn. Since the death of her father, she had been living at her childhood home of Featherton, but time was running out. Not only had her home sold, but for the past two months she had to hide from the vile forms of Milton and Verna Eppes.
With nothing left to do, Bailey decided to seek out Lord Thomas. . .never realizing that not only would he become her rescuer, but that he would steal her heart as well. But surrender was easy. After all, in a roundabout way, she did belong to him.
Eric Lewis was contemplating just who to blame for his present situation. More than likely some of the blame was his own. But he was pretty sure the main culprit was none other than his new wife, Kaitlin Paterson Lewis.
Right from the start, he had been enticed by her gorgeous lips and entrapped by her beauty. But more than that. . .he was enchanted with her sassy, bossy, and nagging ways.
Almost from the moment Kaitlin had laid eyes on Eric, she knew she wanted him for her own. He was rugged, rough, and handsome. But it was the wonderful things he did to her heart that had her agreeing to marry him.
Things didn’t go exactly as planned on what should have been their wedding night. Not when they found themselves in a town filled with murdering outlaws who wanted only one thing. . .Kaitlin.
Eric knew what he had to do. He had to send for help.
Escape was almost too easy, but staying ahead of the band of cutthroats set them on a course of survival, passion, and love
It was downright irritating just how fast a man’s life could change, Alan Garrick, The Viscount of Tulworth thought. One moment he was a well-known rake. . .the next, he found himself bound by honor over a debt and sacrificed on the altar of matrimony.
He never should have gotten sotted. And he sure as bloody hell should have never sat down to try his hand at gambling, mostly with Joseph Goodwyn, The Earl of Winsmere.
It was fascinating how one’s life could change so quickly. Jordan Goodwyn was in no hurry to marry. Or at least that’s what she thought until she willingly joined her life to that of a stranger.
Jordan had never met a man like Alan before. He captured her attention, sent her heart fluttering, stirred within her a woman’s yearnings…and dared her to hope they could find the one thing they both wanted. . .love.
Falling in love with Lord Surrey had been so easy.
Maybe in part it was because Lady Alianore Telford had known him all her life. Then again, what wasn’t there to love about him? He was kind, sweet, and could set a woman’s heart a fluttering. He was roguishly handsome. He was also a notorious rake.
But that didn’t deter Alianore. Her family was littered with retired rakes. She wanted him for her own. All she had to do was figure out how to accomplish her goal.
Vance Rockford, The Viscount of Surrey, had noticed Alianore’s growing beauty for the past several years. Only recently, did he realize she was the woman he wanted above all others.
Her alluring innocence drew him.
Her beauty captivated him.
And her fiery temper ignited his passion.
The Duke of Shirewood, Mercer Adam Danvers had given up on love. He was a giant among men. Some called him The MAD Duke of Shirewood, while other’s referred to him as The Shirewood Monster. It didn’t help matters that he was as ugly as a gargoyle.
All women feared him. . .that is until he came across Lady Desmond Kirby. Never had a woman looked upon him as she did.
Obviously, she was daft.
Vowing to protect her from the villain out to harm her, Mercer finds himself wanting her more than he had ever wanted anything. Could she love a beast like him? Was he willing to take the chance?
The price might be too high.
Lady Desmond Kirby found herself fascinated by the giant who had rescued her. She also found herself falling in love with him. She wasn’t sure why. He was rude, grumpy, and he didn’t have a good disposition. . .but he stirred within her a feeling of completeness, of belonging, of wanting to stay with him forever.
Van Larson had traveled all the way from Peaceful, Colorado to Mud Water, Kentucky just to marry a schoolmarm/spinster. Not once did he think she would be so sweet, so sexy, and so damn beautiful.
Hellfire! A man couldn’t ask for more than that.
The ruggedly, handsome, cowpuncher was the kind of man women fantasized about, or so Blaine Bridgewater assumed. She had never had those kinds of fantasies. . .that is, until Van entered her life.
She was definitely having them now.
Life was good, too good. . .they should have realized fate was about to test them.
Murder was a horrible way to start a romance…
Mystery solving was something Lady Morgan Ashton loved, but when her grandfather’s dearest friend is murdered, she finds something which captures her attention even more…The Earl of Moorstone.
Morgan thought him to be extremely handsome, arrogant, and quite selfish in his demand that she stay out of his investigation.
Rex Beaumont, The Earl of Moorstone, wasn’t sure what to make of the lovely woman who thought to meddle in his case. She was alluring, tempting, and he was beginning to think a bit of a crackbrain.
He tries to keep Morgan away from Lord Linforth’s murder. Little good it does him. It was a dangerous game she was playing. Murder and silly chits didn’t mix well a’tall.
Rex comes to the conclusion that not only is he falling in love with Morgan; but that he would probably spend the rest of his life protecting and Rescuing His Reckless Damsel.
A blimey ten and five was what Bristol Latimer needed.
It would be justly deserved for falling in love with a bloody nob. Oh, she couldn’t deny it. . .though she had tried. The more she denied her love, the more it grew. Her mind whispered that it was hopeless. . .but her heart wouldn’t listen.
Maxwell Chappel, The Earl of Barrow, wasn’t like most men in his position. The particulars didn’t matter when it came to the woman he loved. No longer was he a rake, scoundrel, or womanizer. Loving Bristol had changed him. All he desired now was to spend the rest of his days with her.
It was bloody unfortunate. . .and inconvenient. . .when the dead couldn’t see fit to stay buried.
At a time when stories of The Graveyard Bandit could tantalize your imagination and glittering ballrooms could captivate your fantasies with their splendor, Toriana Telford’s mind was occupied with one subject. . .Drake Easton.
Marriage, love, and happily-ever-after. . .was theirs for the taking.
Their love would endure all things. Nothing would keep them apart.
For their love was Everlasting
Cassidy Wilbanks went in search of the woman who claimed to be his widow. . .
Hellfire!
Was nothing sacred!
Obviously not his bachelorhood!
Glenda Diana 