Sometimes love needs a little push in the right direction. Or a good and proper shove. At least that’s what Dianna Trowl believes, profously, or else she’d never have done what she did. It would have been foolish, it would have been a scandal, if…it hadn’t of worked. But it did, and sometimes the price to pay for a gentleman’s attention is worth every penny. And convincing Lord Southridge to believe in love at first sight? Priceless.

What the duke wants…. Is not three young ladies for wards. Nor is the responsibility for finding them a governess. Thankfully that is delegated to his housekeeper, who he might add is blind as a bat. That really could be the only excuse she has for hiring Carlotta. Because Carlotta is far too beautiful to be a governess. Temptress, yes. Unable to restrain himself—because restraint is not one of his virtues, his reputation is testament of that fact—he finds the young governess far more spirited, opinionated and tempting than he is able to resist. And of course, because he’s an idiot. He falls in love. Never questioning whether she’d be a willing participant. Of course life isn’t that easy, not even when you’re a bloody duke. And after one meddling Lady Southridge, Leads to two fiascos, Three wards decide to take matters into their own hands. Because what the duke wants…is simply to fall in love (preferably with the young woman in mind, falling in love too.)

Tempting an Earl is not for the faint of heart. Thank heavens Bethanny is anything but faint! Now, honest, perhaps—too honest, but never faint! After all, why flirt when you can tempt? And why the devil would a woman choose to swoon when she could be kissed? Of course, she'd never try something so...honest, yes that was the word, honest on anyone but Lord Graham. He's the only one she wants. He alone has her heart. And, he hadn’t a clue. So it was only polite that she tell him. Now, if only her blasted guardian, the Duke of Clairmont, would see Graham as more of a suitor than his old friend. Because Graham is anything but old and most certainly not just a friend, not after that kiss, or that touch. Though, if she were to lay all her cards on the table—which any gently bred woman ought—he wasn't completely aware it was her mouth, her lips, or her touch. But that's beside the point now, isn't it?

He might be a gentleman by title, but he was a rogue at heart... Beatrix Lamont is in hiding. Sequestered at Lady Southridge's country estate, she assumes the identity of a lady's companion: never once expecting her past would catch up with her. It does, however, in the vexing and seducting form of Lord Neville. Determined and far too charming for his own good—after all who simply demands a woman marry him? Not a gentleman. Lucky for Lord Neville, being a gentleman has never been an option, especially when it comes to Beatrix, the woman would try the patient of a saint, and every encounter with her leaves his body yearning for more. Caught between wanting her for himself and needing to protect her from dangers that lurk in the shadows of both their pasts, he must eventually make a choice. Become the gentleman he's never been—or play the seducer she brings out in him, and hope in the end she'll forgive him for using her to catch a killer.

Roberta Lamont had one chance… London was dull. All the adventurous romances were snatched up by her sisters. And she was quiet certain she was going to die alone if this didn’t work out. But as fate would have it, she was stuck with the most tedious and irritatingly silent spy in all of London. Mr. Henry Willox may be handsome. He may have a steely gaze that saw right through her. But he was utterly determined that she was going to have even less of an adventure at GreenFord Waters, than in London. Pity that. She’d just have to change his mind. And in the process, she might succeed at changing his heart as well. What Mr. Henry Willox expected was a simpering, biddable debutante. What he experienced, however, was the whirlwind that was Miss Roberta Lamont. Hoyden, heiress and general menace to society. Not to mention, his heart. It shouldn’t have surprised him when she held him at knife-point. After all, her two brother-in-laws were notorious spies. Yet at every turn she consistently shocked him, accosted him, or drove him mad with that alluring and innocent grin. But there’s someone leaking information to the French, and he is charged with finding out whom. And if he thought it was difficult before with only Miss Lamont to contend with, when Lady Southridge shows up, he’s utterly out numbered. And he finds he rather likes the odds stacked against him. He’s never backed down from a challenge. Because what Miss Lamont doesn’t quite understand, is that she’s met her match. In more ways than one.