The Marquess of Fortune is too dangerously wicked to ignore… Tall, dark, and handsome, the mysterious Lord Smith is the exact kind of man with which the sister of a baron should never consort. But he captures Miss Emily Cross' interest at every turn, her heart fluttering wildly in her chest whenever their eyes meet. Is this how a woman falls into ruin? One delicious step at a time… Ace knows he's a bad man. He has far too many transgressions to name them all, but the list of dirty deeds grows longer by the day. His only consolation is that he’s done each and every one of them to protect his family and he’d do them all again. Still, it’s only a matter of time before the law, or a criminal he’s wronged, makes him pay for his crimes. His one hope is to secure his family’s future before that day comes. Until he meets her. His sister’s friend, Miss Emily Cross is everything he can never touch. Beautiful, kind, wholesome, and of the peerage, she could never be his, especially with the noose around his neck tightening by the day. He ought to leave her well enough alone, except that Miss Cross knows far too many of his secrets. Can he trust her to keep them? There's only one way to find out. Staying close to Miss Cross is a necessity...but now it's not just his life at risk, but his heart. \\\*This is a bridge novella between Lords of Scandal and the spin off series, Lords of Temptation. find out how Lords of Scandal ends and a new chapter begins in the seedy underworld of Regency London gaming hells.

He’s hell bent on debauchery… Baron Kenneth Boxby has spent his entire life drowning in responsibility. But he’s finally ready for some fun…and by fun, he means drinking, gaming, and bedding women. His first official act as a rake? Buying an illegal gaming hell. The problem? His new partner’s sister is as beautiful as she is intelligent, and Mirabelle has got some scheme for him that he doesn’t understand. But the more she flits about, tempting, teasing, and challenging, the more tempted he grows. He can’t succumb to a woman’s charms now, his freedom is at stake and he won’t be denied. No one can play the game like her… Though her title is lady now, Mirabelle Smith wasn’t always. Bastard daughter to the Earl of Easton, she grew up without any of her father’s wealth or power to protect her. Which is why when she determines to be the belle of next London’s season, she knows that playing fair won’t get her what she most desires. The only way to win is to use every trick she’s carefully stashed up her lace cuff. Because if growing up on the wrong side of London has taught her anything, it’s that cheaters often win, and gambling only works if you know how to play… The problem? She needs the help of a certain baron. Partial owner of a new gaming hell, Hell’s Corner, Baron Boxby’s part of her dark world and the glittering ton that’s just past her reach… But how to convince a man who doesn’t want any entanglements to aid her quest? A bet ought to do nicely…

He’s no Prince Charming. Lord Rushton Smith is as rough as he is hard. His only wish is to leave London and the ton behind. He just wants to live a simple life of mind numbing work away from family and the crime that has shaped him into this beast of a man. But one small favor is burning down his dreams one by one and threatening to reshape his entire life. Can a criminal be her hero? Trapped into an engagement with her distant cousin and new guardian, Lady Abigail Wentworth has no idea how she’ll survive the future that lays before her. That is until the rogue, Lord Rushton Smith charges into her life and carries her away. Literally. When she faints, he just picks her up and loads her into his carriage. But her guardian, Baron Westphal wants her back. Lord Rushton Smith is all that stands between her and a dark future. Can he hold back the tide and deliver her from the storm? And what of the attraction that crackles between them? Will it be her saving grace, or has it lit a fire sure to burn them both to the ground?

He’s the worst sort of rake… Miss Emma Blake knows she ought not to tangle with Lord Triston Smith. From his bulging muscles to his fierce scowl, every other woman would likely have the sense to stay away from the surly boxer. And he’s made it abundantly clear that he finds her the worst sort of nuisance. But she’s never had much smarts when it comes to avoiding trouble or dealing with men. Add the fact that her mother is forcing her to marry the loathsome Lord Marsden, the entire situation has Emma running headlong into a series of disasters sure to ruin any proper debutante. Which isn’t a bad plan. Except whenever she finds herself in trouble, Triston is there, muscles flexing, strong arms pulling her back from the edge of trouble. And that makes a girl wonder… Does he have the sort of strength that could save a woman from family and fate?

What’s a man to do when a tiny baby is dropped at his door? Lord Griswold Smith isn’t exactly genteel, despite his title. Gris is a hard hitting, gin making, gaming hell running, cursing and spitting giant of a man. Who would even leave a baby in his care? He’ll find her mother, return her from whence she came, and go back to his derelict life. Until he can track down the fool of a woman who dropped tiny Rose off to begin with, he’ll need help. A temporary nanny should do the trick. Her new employer is an absolute beast…. But she’s as desperate as a woman can be. Which is why Miss Violet Chase accepts the nanny position even though Lord Griswold is as large and imposing as a man comes. With her father’s imprisonment, she has no alternative. And besides, the first time she sees Gris’s massive arms wrapped around a tiny little baby, something deep inside her shifts. And when the demons of her father’s past come knocking, suddenly a large and intimidating man is exactly what she needs. Is he strong enough to beat back the demons that chase her all while holding a tiny babe in his arms? And how might it feel to be held in that same way? She’d like to find out…

He’s the most notorious rake in all of London… Which is why every lord of the realm wants to be friends with the Earl of Somersworth. He’s the life of every ballroom and backroom gaming hell alike. The problem? When he needs a fiancée, not one of those so-called friends will let him anywhere near their sisters or daughters because everyone knows he can’t be trusted. So when Viscount Northville practically tosses his niece in Somersworth’s path, he’s suspicious. There must be something wrong with the lady. Sure, she’s beautiful, and built for sin, but she can’t be right in the head to consider him for a husband. Turns out, she isn’t. Considering him that is. The moment they’re alone, she tells him that she would rather die miserable and alone than marry him. But she does have a bargain in mind. She’ll help him clean up his reputation long enough to find a suitable lady and he’ll help her to secretly participate in all the fun that debutantes are denied. She’s got a list: A masquerade ball. A tryst in the library. A moonlight kiss. It’s his kind of deal. The only other problem? Turns out, she’s his kind of lady…

“I’ve got one rule and it’s no women on board. Ever.” When the youngest brother of the rough and tumble Smith family turned to smuggling, Fulton Smith knew he had to keep his operation simple to keep from being caught. But the beautiful stowaway, Sophie, makes his life anything but easy. His smuggling self knows he ought to drop her at the nearest port and follow his own damn rules. It’s a dangerous business. The lord in him, however, can’t help but protect the fragile beauty who has demons of her own. But when his past begins to haunt them too, danger lurks around every corner and not even his boat is fast enough to outrun it. Keeping her safe will push him to the breaking point. Keeping his hands off her… Impossible.

He's a surly duke. She's a sensitive artist. The two should never mix except he's also...her brother’s best friend. Which is the ONLY reason the Duke of Upton agrees to take Anna Smith away from London to protect the fragile beauty. If she had any idea the darkness he holds in his cold black heart, she’d surely run screaming from his country estate. And that can’t happen because he’s not the biggest bad in the North of England. When the very villain who forced her to flee London finds her, Rath, beast of a man that he is, is the only one who can protect her. To truly keep her safe, he has to keep her close. And soon it's not fear that has her trembling in his arms, and his need to protect her has nothing to do with duty. But his past is as much a danger as hers and soon he realizes that she isn’t just his greatest temptation and his most important job. She’s also…. His one weakness.

She might be blind, but even she can SEE that he’s trouble. The moment Mia’s fingers accidentally brush down Lord Kingsley’s rippling chest during a chance encounter at a masquerade ball, she knows that her life will never be the same. Because the passion that flares between them is hot enough to melt all her hesitation away. He’s hell bent on revenge. Until the broken little bird, Mia, lands in his path. But enemies take advantage of distraction and Mia is as stunning as she is passionate making her the worst kind. And thanks to that one ill-fated evening, she is also now his wife. And perhaps an agent of his enemy… Is she part of the plot against him or in grave peril at his side? How far is he willing to go to protect the woman he never wanted but might just be the one person he can’t live without? It’s time to find out…