Who are the Ladies' Amateur Sleuth Society: Four unconventional beauties banding together to unravel real-life mysteries? or Four best friends past the age of twenty with no marital prospects and nothing better to occupy their time? Lady Amelia Watersfield's lighthearted detecting club becomes more than simply an intriguing diversion when her father's priceless Egyptian artifact is stolen under his very nose. Now the game is afoot in earnest—and Amelia nearly swoons to discover the detective assigned to "assist" her is a handsome, brilliant, and breathtaking investigator who might as well be a young Sherlock Holmes himself! Inspector Colin Brindley has no interest in encouraging a meddling beauty who imagines herself Watson to his Holmes. But Amelia is as sharp-witted and brave as she is lovely—and in their wild hunt for an elusive thief, Colin's heart may end up being the precious object that's gotten truly purloined.

Meet the Ladies' Amateur Sleuth Society: Four unconventional ladies with a most unladylike interest in crime-solving—but clueless when it comes to the needs of their own hearts. When wildly independent Meg Piddington finds herself locked in her father's chocolate factory after hours with a most disarmingly attractive gentleman, she doesn't realize that she is his alibi—proof that Gareth Mandeville did not commit a dastardly crime. But admitting as much would destroy her reputation, which gallant Gareth refuses to do. Besides, he believes even prison would be preferable to marriage, which is what their revelation would certainly demand! At last, here's the perfect opportunity for Meg to don her sleuthing hat to get to the root of the secretive stranger's troubles! Besides, the man sends oh-so-pleasant shivers coursing through her body. And though heaven may well await in Gareth's embrace, danger may dwell there also . . . if the determined lady embarks on a grand mission to win his love.

Meet the Ladies' Amateur Sleuth Society: Four unconventional ladies with a most unladylike interest in crime-solving—but clueless when it comes to the needs of their own hearts. Proper, sensible Willow Mabson will do anything to protect her family. So when she finds out that James Sterling—a dashing, arrogant aristocrat working for Scotland Yard—suspects her mother in a recent murder, Willow will do whatever's necessary . . . even solve the case herself! Of course, this will bring her into a most uncomfortable proximity with the very tantalizing Mister Sterling. And try as she might, she finds resisting him her most difficult challenge. James has always preferred gritty crime scenes to elegant balls. And he can immediately deduce that straight-laced, whip-smart—and exceedingly delectable—Willow isn't your average vapid, shallow socialite. He longs to release her carefully restrained sensuality and tempt her into losing control. But James doesn't count on risking his own heart in the process.

There are four ladies in London who have a most unladylike solving mysteries. No conundrum is too great for these young women. Until they stumble upon the Jack of Hearts, a scandalous rogue who steals jewels from the rich and may well steal the heart of one of their own. When Charlotte finds herself penniless and compromised by London’s most notorious masked scoundrel she resigns herself to fleeing to a nunnery. Or perhaps just the countryside. Then Edmond Mabson, her best friend’s older brother, swoops in and does the gallant and gentlemanly thing and marries her to salvage her reputation. As they grow closer, Edmond has a secret that could destroy them both.