A Lord on the brink of ruin… An aspiring artist, with a dark secret… A sham marriage to solve all their problems. He is in want of money. In dire need of funds, Henry Thornton struggles to provide for his five sisters after the untimely demise of their parents. Facing the debtor’s prison, Henry becomes a reluctant fortune hunter. Little does he anticipate that Rosalind, the daughter of a wealthy duke, would hand him the lifeline they both desperately seek. She is in want of a husband. Facing the life of a solitary spinster, Rosalind Dearling must be wedded by the end of the Season or ...

"He Stole My Heart—Then Vanished Into the Night." I was raised to be the perfect lady—embroidering cushions and curtsying on cue—but all I ever wanted was freedom. One reckless ride under the stars changed everything. I found him bleeding and unconscious in the fields. No name. No past. Just a desperate plea: don’t tell anyone. So I didn’t. We hid him in the old gatekeeper’s cottage. I called him Sebastian. As I nursed him back to health, I fell hopelessly in love with a man who vanished the night we were to run away together. Two years later, he returns—as the powerful Duke ...

She stepped into my world like a secret meant only for me… and turned everything I knew into temptation. I was never meant to be anyone—not a lady, not an heiress, and certainly not a woman pursued by a duke. I lived in shadows, tucked away in a quiet corner of England… until a will—inked with truths no one dared speak—dragged me into the blinding light of society. Suddenly, I’m Letitia Anne Barrington, the lost daughter of a powerful lineage, and every titled gaze either covets my fortune or plots my ruin. Except for him. Philip Ramsbury, the Duke of Wynthorpe, sees something ...

He was meant for my sister. So why is it my heart he’s stealing? I never wanted a Season. Never wanted the gowns, the gossip, or the pressure to marry a man I might grow to despise. I’ve seen what love can become—how it can curdle into cruelty. I vowed never to let it happen to me. Then he walked into our drawing room. Andrew Parsons, the Duke of Balfour—scandal’s favorite son and the one man my mother insists must marry my sister. He’s arrogant, charming, maddeningly handsome… and entirely too interested in me. I should avoid him. I should despise him. But every stolen glance...

I knew from the very moment I set eyes on her that I wanted her. And I always get what I want. She vanished the night before our wedding. No note. No warning. Just silence. Everyone said to let her go. I couldn’t. I found her in a London garden—flushed, furious, breathtaking. She tried to pretend I didn’t matter. That I was a mistake. That her fire wasn’t meant for me. But I’ve never been good at pretending. Not when she looks at me like that. Not when her lips part like she’s about to surrender, then close like she regrets it. She fights me with every word. Every glance. Every ...