Richard Worth wishes to reclaim his place in Society, and he does so by offering for the hand of the well-born but penniless Caroline Hutton. The eve of their marriage is shadowed by a brutal murder in which both of them are surprisingly implicated. This title was originally published as Sweet Suspicions.

A swirl of petticoats disappearing up a tree is James Stewart’s first sight of the impetuous Miss Jane Shaw as she climbs back into her second-story bedroom window. And though he wonders whom she met at her early morning rendezvous, he wonders even more what she’d look like without all that lace to hide behind. But, as a solider wearing a red coat, he has to stay away from Jane Shaw and keep a cool head on his shoulders if he wants his mission to be a success. Jane Shaw has had enough of the arrogant British soldiers who have overrun her family’s farm in Maryland. Good strategic position to launch an attack on Washington, D.C., they say. Not if she can help it! But then there’s the impertinent British soldier Stewart who has an uncanny knack for turning up at the most inopportune times. Usually when she’s half-dressed. And if the truth of her activities becomes as hard to hide from him as her womanly charms are proving to be, then her secret cause is surely lost. It’s August 1814 and the fledgling United States is fighting – and losing – the Second War of Independence. But Jane is in the perfect position to relay valuable information about British strategy. Is James going to foil her plans? Originally published by Harlequin as Sweet Seduction.

Barbara Johnson is the proud, fiercely independent mother of infant Sarah, a child of war. On a chilly November evening she gets a rare knock on her door. She opens it to find a tall, dark stranger looking for work, one who lets her know that her neighbors know he’s come to her doorstep. Reassured, she invites him in for supper and to negotiate the terms when a second, even rarer knock is heard …. Now Barbara has to claim the stranger sitting at her kitchen table as her husband. Because she has just opened the door to her worst enemy – a woman she does not know, but one she fears has a claim on her beloved Sarah. For Sarah is the child of the British general who was killed the year before during the Second War of Independence. And Mrs. Ross wants to lay claim to her husband’s child. But Mrs. Ross has no claim if the stranger plays along with Barbara’s assertion that he’s the father of her child. Soul-scarred and haunted by a tragic past, Morgan Harris steps in to stand between baby Sarah and sorrow …. Here, amid a web of needful deception, he reaches out for redemption. Will it elude him one more time? Originally published by Harlequin as Sweet Sensations.

Crotchety old Hitchcock McGuffin kicks the bucket but not before he sets up the crafty conditions under which he sends good-hearted Cathy Davidson and her friends on the hunt for what he has willed them. Despite the rumors, no one truly believes he had a fortune. But, still, it would be foolish not to make a little effort to figure out the letters with the mysterious clues Old Hitch sent each of them, wouldn’t it? Laurence Harris, passing through town, happens upon Cathy and her friends. Although Cathy – and everyone else in town – perceives her to be the unelected major who always knows just what to do, Laurence easily sees that she’s is in a muddle. First, she doesn’t realize her beautiful apple orchard needs protection from a neighboring gang of ruffians. Then, too, she has eyes only for Old Hitch’s slick nephew. Most importantly, she doesn’t seem to understand that the challenge Old Hitch left them looks like a scavenger hunt. Or is it a goose chase? Laurence has to stay in town long enough to help Cathy and her friends figure out what – if anything – Old Hitch left them and to convince the lovely Cathy that the only man she belongs with is him. Originally published by Harlequin as Sweet Surrender.

THEIR MUTUAL ATTRACTION WAS INFINITELY TEMPTING AND UTTERLY IMPOSSIBLE! Sarah knew that a proper Baltimore miss shouldn't even glance at a man who had lost all his clothes, but the barefaced truth was that this man appeared to be the only thing standing between her and disaster. Sarah Ross Harris was a beautiful idiot, Wes Powell reasoned. Who else would argue with a buck-naked stranger while fleeing an Indian attack? How on earth would the two of them ever survive the dangers that lay ahead, let alone the fire that burned between them?