FROM ONE OF THE BEST-KNOWN NAMES IN EROTIC ROMANCE COMES THE FIRST SIZZLING NEW HISTORICAL-ROMANCE TRILOGY STARRING A HEADSTRONG WOMAN AND THE HANDSOME RAKE DETERMINED TO BRING HER SULTRY SIDE ... Fitz Monckton, Duke of Groveland, has never encountered a woman he could not seduce —- until he clashes with the beautiful Rosalind St. Vincent, whose bookshop sits in the way of Fitz's lucrative development deal. Left nearly penniless because of her late husband's gambling debts, Rosalind has managed to save her bookshop by dint of hard work and through a foray into a slightly irregular endeavor. She has no intention of selling her shop to satisfy the whim of an entitled scoundrel —- even if said scoundrel is gorgeous as sin. If money won't entice Rosalind to sell her shop, Fitz must tempt her in other ways —- hopefully mutually pleasurable ways profitable to them both. As for the lady's obstinate resistance, that will only make her inevitable surrender all the sweeter ...

Second in the all-new trilogy from the New York Times bestselling author of Gorgeous as Sin If his mistress is missing, then who's the woman in the baron's bed? When Baron Lenox's assignation with his mistress goes awry, he finds himself in bed with the wrong lady. The potential scandal leaves him with one marry the innocent mystery woman. But Isolde Perceval has no intention of marrying Lenox. In fact, she orchestrated the compromising situation herself-for reasons that are unpredictable, riotously romantic, and sexy as hell.

James, Baron Blackwood, and Scottish guard to Prince Ernst of dalmia, is charged with protecting the prince's newly discovered daughter. Having already met the irresistible Miss Sofia Eastleigh at the home of one of his lovers, Jamie knows the distraction she poses-and is determined to resist the incredible delights she has to offer.

It was common gossip that there wasn't a woman alive safe from the seductive skills of Alec Monro, Earl of Dalgliesh. On the other hand, there wasn't a woman alive who didn't secretly covet a dalliance with the audacious, disreputable, dangerously exciting lover. After all, he was as handsome as a god, and his endowments were as legendary as his sexual stamina. That he was immeasurably wealthy only added to his charm. Zelda MacKenzie, a magnificent, flame-haired Scottish beauty, inspired whispers of her own. She was rumored to be a witch—if only for the curious native jewels and unusual garb she'd brought home from her orchid-hunting expedition to Brazil. That's not to say she wasn't bewitching. On the contrary.. But Zelda made it quite clear to the earl that she had no interest in libertines. A challenge, he thought. How lovely. How irresistible