Hold onto your bonnets you’re about to meet the biggest matchmaking cupid of the west…

Mail Order Bride Gabby Anson is not who she seems. But, getting shot on the stage, having her belongings stolen and then finding out her groom isn’t expecting her is more than she’s bargained for when she struck out for Texas.

Now the question both she and the surprised preacher, Jarred Andrews want to know is who sent for her and where do they go from here? 

Jarred’s waiting on the bride the Lord’s going to send him when the time is right. But what is he supposed to do with Gabby? 

There’s a mystery in the tiny town of Sweet when mail-order brides begin to show up for the men one at a time and the town wonders who sent for them. The brides and the grooms wonder more. 

Watching them work out the situation is the fun part.

At least it is for Big John Wiggins a widower who knows the joys of a happy marriage and the six foot, five inch widower has decided the men of his town need wives and joy too. Even if it takes him to bring the women to them. 

Note: This is a standalone story. 

Other would-be suitors called me “challenging”. But the most undeniable, sinfully gorgeous Highlander lord around calls me a challenge. Oh and he calls me something else, too: his.

Marriage has never been in the plans for me. Not with my reputation for being “headstrong” and “disobedient”. That is, until Lord Callum Bruce barges into my world and scatters those plans all over the place.

But Lord Bruce is a brute of a man. A battle-hardened soldier and fierce, dominant Highland lord. Well, that and completely beautiful, which is so very, very unfair.

When he tells me I’m to be his wife, I flee. But there’s no running from the most dominant, gorgeous, sinfully tempting man I’ve ever met. 

Not after I’ve had a teasing taste of those perfect lips. Not when I’ve felt those rough hands on me. Not when deep down, I want him to chase me.

…Not when deep down, I want him to take all of me.

The first kiss was a mistake. The second was stolen. But the ones after that, I’ve run out of excuses for.

I’ve scared nine would-be-suitors away. But something tells me, number ten isn’t going anywhere.

Lord Frederick Bowen, Duke of Salisbury, is expecting an heiress for Christmas. The fact does not bring him pleasure. Ever since the war ended, he would rather focus on experiments for his new waterproof material.

Celia might be the daughter of an earl, but she’s of the illegitimate variety. She has resigned herself to life as a maid for the wicked countess and her two half-sisters.

When Celia’s half-sister begs her to pretend to be her, Celia is thrust into a fairy tale. Everyone knows though that fairy tales never come true…

Note: This is a standalone story. 

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Honestly, it’s just common sense: don’t ever, for any reason, fall in love with a pirate. No matter how tempting or toe-curlingly gorgeous he is. And especially not when he steals you from your own wedding…

One minute, I’m being married off to a horrible, cruel man to sweeten a family business arrangement. And the next? My wedding yacht is being stolen, with me on it, by the powerful, roguish Highlander, Lord Malcolm McAuley.

Former pirate. Ex-soldier. Full-time scoundrel. He also happens to be toe-curlingly gorgeous, sinfully tempting, and utterly irresistible.

I should want nothing to do with the crude, filthy-talking alpha who’s stolen me from my own damn wedding. But the more I tell myself no, the more I want to tell him yes—to anything he wants…

Anything.

Losing myself in those piercing blue eyes and wickedly perfect lips is dangerous. Giving in to his filthy words and pulse-quickening touch is a sin. He tells me I’m his, and the most sinful thing of all?

…I’m pretty sure he’s right.

Note: This is a standalone story. 

His touch awakens her desire, and his kiss demands surrender.

Lady Verity Ayles will do whatever it takes to protect herself from a vile cur, no matter how scandalous or perilous it may be. And that means aligning with James Radcliffe, the Earl of Maschelly–a scoundrel who spends his days in sin and self-indulgence, and his nights in reckless pursuits. Clearly, a man any young lady of good sense and reputation should stay away from.

James had clawed his way from poverty to the fringes of the ton using his wits and fists. His wicked reputation encourages ladies to approach him for clandestine affairs, never for anything as outrageous as Lady Verity’s request–to teach her how to fight. And in exchange, she will instruct him on all the refined manners a hulking, ruthless, fighting brute as himself needed to net a lady of quality. Never a man to resist a challenge or the company of a beautiful lady, James agrees, and soon finds himself falling endlessly in love with a woman who may never see him as the man of her dreams.

Note: This is a standalone story. 

Lady Jessica Carlton can’t afford to lose. Known as the Lady Fortuna, she wagers it all each night at the most notorious gaming hell in London, run by the French émigré, Madame du Barré. Jessica has built a reputation as one of the best gamblers in the ton. But she derives no joy in winning and must hand over everything she makes to her stepmother, Margaret. If Jessica loses, Margaret will force her into a loveless marriage and keep her from seeing her younger brother. Since the death of her father, the Earl of Braeleigh, Jessica is the only person who can protect twelve-year-old Jason, from Margaret’s machinations. She must win at any cost.

But Jessica never expected to lose to the handsome Damien Trevor, Duke of Wyndham. In a rash attempt to keep her winnings, she deals from the bottom of the deck. The Duke catches her sleight of hand and demands satisfaction—or he will have her evicted from the gaming hell. Desperate, Jessica agrees to pay Wyndham back—by spending a night in his bed.

Damien is captivated by the blue-eyed, raven-haired beauty who cheated so smoothly. Her mysterious identity intrigues him, but her furtive trips out of London raise his suspicions. As the English spy, Le Chat, Damien is given the task of uncovering and toppling espionage networks on behalf of His Majesty, King George. Could the lovely Jessica be smuggling English secrets to the French?

Passion brings Damien and Jessica together. Secrets and lies threaten to tear them apart. As fate deals them a deadly hand, can they trust in each other and believe the truth in their hearts? 

The first rule when you’re arranged to marry a gorgeous, dominant Highland lord?

Don’t, under any circumstances, no matter how sinfully tempting he is, fall in love.

…Oops.

If I had it my way, I’d never get married. But then, it’s not up to me at all.

Because the gruff, muscled, gorgeous and powerful Highlander Lord Hamish Ballentyne has decided to claim me as his bride.

I’m determined to resist him. He may be beautiful, and dangerously brooding, and carrying around the shadows of the wars he’s fought in. But I will not be some lord’s property, and I refuse to be “his”.

Except one look into those dark, piercing eyes? One forbidden, pulse-quickening, toe-curling touch from his rough, strong hands? I can refuse to belong to him all I want, but the thing is…

…I might already be his.

He speaks to me like no man ever has. He touches me in ways I’ve only dreamed feverishly of. And he promises to take what can only be taken once.

And God help me, I’m ready to give it to him.

The Templetons have inherited a fortune but there’s a catch…

Theo, the Marquis of Eastbrook, has the easiest of tasks. At least the rest of his family thinks so. Return to his entailed estate and remain there for two months. It should be simple…

But he has refused to set foot there since the death of his wife. 

Theo will do what he must for his family. It’s just, well, he almost forgot his ward still resides there. 

Lucy Jameson is all grown up. Very grown up. So much so that it is becoming distracting. Not only is she attractive but she’s determined to show him how much she’s been looking after his house. The indomitable Lucy can run a household with all the talent of a woman twice her age apparently. 

Every moment around her is like torment—knowing he cannot, must not touch her. 

These two months were going to be challenging enough and now they’ll be even harder knowing he’s attracted to his ward—a young woman who should definitely be off limits. 

Note: This is a standalone story. 

Lord Michael Sutherland, Viscount Ellersleigh, is infamous amongst the ton for his powers of seduction and his prowess as a lover. Running from his own ennui and a lover who fancies herself his future wife, Michael retreats to the country and a crumbling, haunted castle won in a game of chance… a castle occupied by an innocent and oh so tempting young woman, Miss Abbigail Barrows. 

But country life proves to be anything but quiet. At a debauched house party, Michael finds himself confronted with an unfortunate quandary, marry Abbigail, an innocent, or hang for murder. 

Residing at Blagdon Hall, Michael’s faced with the dilemmas of seducing his new wife, who seems to be impervious to his charm, and unraveling the mystery of Blagdon Hall’s resident ghost and the nefarious goings on at the neighboring estate.

Note: This is a standalone story. 

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