VICTORIA AND FALCON SAIL IN HOT PURSUIT OF MARCUS TYRONE, THE ONLY MAN ALIVE WHO CAN REVEAL THE GREATEST SECRET OF THE CIVIL WAR. BUT WILL THEY REACH HIM IN TIME? A handsome rogue whose recklessness and courage had made him a fortune as a blockade runner, Marcus Tyrone had no scruples when it came to getting what he wanted, especially when it was a woman. Exquisite and deliciously tempting, the woman he could not resist was an ice goddess. She smiled for no man, but in Tyrone's arms she melted trembled, sizzled with yearning that only a daring captain could satisfy. He'd touched her deeply, exposed a passion she'd never suspected, only dreamed of... and unmasked a woman whose secrets rivaled his own. The web of intrigue that had brought Tyrone to the island of Port Elizabeth finally held him fast, as did the woman he loved without illusions. He longed to confide in her, possess her, bind her to him in any way he could—but he was haunted by the agony in her eyes. The end of one trail meant another's beginning, but would the sins of the past deny them their precious dream?

BRIANNE AND SLOAN FACE THEIR PURSUERS AND RIDE TO A LONG-AWAITED CONFRONTATION WITH WES McCORD. BUT WILL THEIR REVENGE BE SWEET... OR DEADLY? Wes McCord had charmed, cheated and lied his way through life, and nothing but blackmail would have drawn fragile, beautiful Anna Nilsen into his arms—and into his bed. She fought him, rebelled against her own furious longing for this unprincipled empire builder but the treacherous ecstasy he taught her was unbearably exciting. She was silk and heat, he was thunder and lightning in this stormiest of passions, but when their bodies cooled, Wes was shocked to recognize his own surrender to a primal hunger Anna had awakened in him. Ravished in a moonlit forest by a destroyer who'd never known gentleness, Anna felt the seed of unexpected love blossoming within her. She doubted Wes would ever share her feelings. He was not a good man or a safe man, but he was hers—and once he'd branded her flesh with the flames of his desire, could this impossible love endure the sunlight of all the days to come?