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She came to measure the cracks in my house. Now she’s the one breaking my control. She moves through my estate like she belongs there, ink-stained fingers, sharp eyes that miss nothing, uncovering fractures I buried long ago. She does not ask permission. She does not bow to rules. And she does not fear me. I should send her away. Instead, I give her reasons to stay. I set boundaries I have no intention of keeping. I watch her too closely. I let her get too near. Because the danger is no longer what she might uncover in my walls. It is what she is unraveling in me. If I touch her, I lose ...

She's promised to another man… and I'd burn the whole world down before I let him take her. Rosalind Thorne storms into my life on the wings of a blizzard, fierce, brilliant, and far too tempting for a man who's buried himself alive. Then the storm traps us together. One night. One broken carriage. One forbidden closeness. And suddenly she's walking my halls as if she belongs here, belonging to me far more than to any man waiting in London. She challenges my control. She softens my edges. She looks at me like I'm a man worth wanting, and that is my undoing. By the time she tells me she's ...

I told her to leave. She stayed, and now I can’t breathe without her. They call me the mad Duke of Penrose— a beast locked inside a house as broken as my soul. I earned my silence in blood and war. I intend to keep it. Then she arrives in a storm. Small. Stubborn. Soaked to the bone— claiming she’s here to restore my mother’s ruined gardens. I try to send her away. She refuses. And every time I see her hands in the soil, coaxing life from death… something inside me begins to fracture. She looks at ruin and sees possibility. She looks at me—and doesn’t look away. I should ...

I didn’t come here for her. But now that I’ve seen her, she’s mine. I took this job to disappear. No title. No expectations. Just horses, hard work, and peace. But the moment I see Lady Abigail Lucas, proud, untouchable. I know I’m in trouble. Not because she’s my employer’s sister. Not because I’m lying about who I am. But because something in me recognizes her. She wants nothing to do with me. Keeps her distance. Hides behind sharp words and silence. But I’ve trained wild stallions. I know what it means when a creature’s been wounded. And I know how to earn their trust. ...

I told myself I didn’t want her anymore. I lied. Four years ago, I would have done anything for Lady Liana Foxworth. She was light, laughter, mine. Then she ended us. No explanation. No goodbye. Just silence. I left with nothing but the weight of her absence—and returned colder, wealthier, and determined never to want her again. Until I see her. She is softer now. Quieter. Still impossibly lovely—and far more dangerous to my control. Forced under the same roof, every glance drags the past back into reach. She looks at me like regret still lives in her heart. But wanting me won’t ...

"Her pen confessed everything her lips dared not say." I have always been content to linger in the shadows — a wallflower, a companion, an observer of other people's grand romances. Never once did I imagine a love story of my own. When Henry Latham — my childhood friend, my secret heart — returned from abroad and proposed a marriage of convenience, I agreed. Not because he loved me. But because, foolishly, I have loved him all my life. I told myself friendship would be enough. That quiet companionship would soothe the longing I dared not name. Yet with every shared smile, every ...

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 ...

I took her into custody and lost control of everything, including my heart. She’s chaos wrapped in freckles, stubborn, sharp-tongued, impossible to intimidate. From the moment I stopped her carriage on that lonely road, she’s challenged me with every glare, every breath, every heartbeat. She’s supposed to be a thief. She swears she’s innocent. I can’t decide which is worse, believing her or wanting her anyway. Then came the mistake. I brought her to my lodge. Locked the door. Kept her close enough to tempt fate. Forced proximity is a dangerous thing, especially when she looks at ...

She challenges everything I believe—and I’ve never wanted anything more. Lady Eleanor Beaumont has always been a provocation—too clever, too outspoken, too unwilling to soften herself for anyone’s comfort. She is my oldest friend and my greatest irritation, the one woman who refuses to fit neatly into the life I have planned. I was raised to believe women like her make poor wives. Too bold. Too independent. Too dangerous to love. Then the London Season forces us into proximity I can no longer escape. Every conversation sharpens into something intimate. Every glance unsettles the ...

Secrets, Seduction, and a Dangerous Game of Deceit. This is Book 2 in the Somersley Series. While it can be read as a standalone, the emotional journey is richest when the series is read in order. Begin the journey with Book 1, available for free. Link inside. Marina Bexley has devoured mystery novels her whole life, now she’s about to live one. Desperate to protect a family friend wronged by the powerful Duke of Averganst, and equally desperate to escape her father’s plans to marry her off, Marina agrees to infiltrate the duke’s glittering estate under a false identity. Disguised as ...

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 ...

I never meant to steal a duke’s heart, especially not by stealing another woman’s name. One moment, I’m stitching a hem in the corner of a glittering ballroom. The next, I’m spun into a waltz by Eustace Montague, the Duke of Ravencroft—who mistakes me for his long-lost fiancée. I should have corrected him. I didn’t. Now I’m posing as Countess Vittoria Romano, with six weeks to disappear before anyone discovers I’m actually Clara Mills, a lowly seamstress with too many secrets. Pretending to be his betrothed means sharing his carriage, his home, and—God help me—his touch...

I set out to secure a fortune… but he set my heart ablaze. The fire that destroyed my father’s mill took everything—his life, my future, and my place in the world. With investors withdrawing and time running out, I enter the London Season with one goal: secure a husband powerful enough to help me rebuild. Love is not part of the plan. Then I meet William Henderson, Earl of Arlington. He is controlled, commanding, and far too perceptive. He challenges my resolve, questions my ambition, and sees straight through the careful composure I wear like armor. A practical alliance should have ...

I never planned to marry—and certainly not for love. I’m Amelia Edgerton, daughter of a baron, self-declared spinster-in-training, and proud disbeliever in romance. After years of watching society pretend affection is found in title and coin, I’ve made peace with a quiet life filled with books, solitude, and zero suitors. Unfortunately, my father disagrees. He’s set on seeing me wed, parading eligible gentlemen through our door like it’s a cattle market. I’ve chased off every last one—thanks to a bit of cunning, some theatrical sabotage, and the occasional help from my ...

I agreed to a fake courtship with London’s most notorious lord. I didn’t expect him to unravel me. I have one ambition: earn my place on an archaeological expedition and prove I am more than a curiosity society tolerates. Love is a distraction I cannot afford. Then I strike a bargain with Lord Cedric Steele. A fake courtship, carefully controlled and strictly temporary, is meant to protect my reputation—and secure my future. Cedric is charming, infuriating, and far too skilled at pretending devotion. Only the longer we play our parts, the harder it becomes to remember where the ...

He was meant for my sister. So why is it my heart he’s stealing? I never wanted a Season, or a duke standing in our drawing room, looking at me like I was the choice he never meant to make. Andrew Parsons, the Duke of Balfour, is everything I avoid: arrogant, charming, and precisely the man my mother insists must marry my sister. He is not mine to consider. Not mine to want. And yet, from the moment he arrives, his attention follows me—not her. I fight it. I argue with him. I tell myself I am imagining the way his gaze lingers, the way his voice softens when he says my name. But he ...

I hid my title, faked a marriage, and rented a room from the one woman I was never meant to want. I come to the country under a borrowed name, a false wife, and one rule: disappear quietly. No attachments. No questions. No temptation. Then I meet her. She is my landlady, capable, guarded, and far too perceptive for a man living a lie. Every day under her roof turns restraint into a losing battle I never trained for. I make her off-limits by design. I keep my distance. I tell myself the lie will end soon. But forced proximity erodes discipline. Late evenings grow intimate. Shared silences ...

I hid from my past until he made me want to be found. I am not meant to exist in this world. I am a lady hidden in a boy’s coat, answering to a borrowed name, praying my secret is never discovered. He believes I am a young man in need of work. Reserved. Obedient. Invisible. He is none of those things. He is commanding without cruelty, observant without suspicion, and entirely unaware that every moment in his presence is an exercise in restraint. I listen to his footsteps. I memorize his silences. I ache for things I cannot afford to want. Sharing his space is meant to be temporary. ...

I crossed an ocean to honor my father’s legacy, and found the one man my heart was never meant to want. This is Book 3 in the Somersley Series. While it can be read as a standalone, the emotional journey is richest when the series is read in order. Begin the journey with Book 1, available for free. Link inside. I arrive in Jamaica determined to finish the work my father began, fighting for justice in a world that profits from cruelty. I do not expect Colin Armitage. He is sharp-tongued, infuriating, and convinced my family destroyed his. He also believes in abolition as fiercely as I do, ...

I saved him from death, but it’s his touch that might destroy me. I find him bleeding in the fields, half-conscious and devastatingly handsome, with broad shoulders, a sinful mouth, and eyes that strip the truth from me. I should leave him. Instead, I hide him in a cottage and become the only woman he remembers. Every touch sparks. Every glance burns. And when we lie beneath the stars, his fingers grazing mine, I swear the night itself holds its breath. My reputation shatters. My parents rage. London—and a husband I don’t want—loom over me like a sentence. So when he murmurs that he...