Three unlucky women find love in the unlikeliest places in this sweet regency romance series... Miss Adelaide is down on her luck and on the run when she finally collapses at Evercliff Manor. Perhaps it's exhaustion that has her spilling her secrets to the kind doctor tending to her—or maybe it's his warm, compelling eyes. Then again, maybe it's just another case of sheer bad luck. It turns out the kindly doctor who now knows her deepest, darkest secrets is not really a doctor at all. He's an earl. Worse, he's her employer. And he's decided that Adelaide will be his next project. With his assistance, and the help of her newfound friends at the Lovelace School of Charm, Miss Adelaide might just land on her feet. If only she doesn't lose her heart...

He mistook her for a child. She thought he was a ghost. Their love story...? It was off to a very rocky start. It was all just a series of misunderstandings, really. It wasn't as though Miss Louisa ever intentionally sought out trouble. How was she to know that the Marquess, who everyone hoped would propose to her elder sister, would happen upon her in a ballroom, dancing alone in the middle of the night? They'd narrowly averted a scandal on that one. Or that time he'd caught her tumbling out a window... No one could have seen that coming. Really, when her family shipped her off to the School of Charm to keep her from causing any more damage to her perfect sister's reputation, Louisa had done her very best to avoid attention. Particularly the attention of the Marquess in question. But when the Marquess arrives in town, her best laid plans are put to the test. For he seems intent of dragging her into the spotlight. And when the two of them are together, it's not just Louisa that's in trouble... It's her heart.

Delilah's plan was to marry someone rich and powerful, but she never imagined she'd be engaged to the man her friends call Lord Evil. Falling for the rogue who's sworn to destroy her life? That was also not on the agenda. Delilah always knew her role was to make a good match. It was the only use her father and stepmother have for a young lady like her. But even she did not suspect they might match her with the gentleman who stirred scandal wherever he roamed. Is it true that he's a murderer? And a smuggler, to boot? At their engagement ball she decides to take matters into her own hands. It will be her home soon too, surely she's allowed to roam through Lord Evil's private quarters. She's not sure what she's looking for or what to expect...but definitely did not expect to find the roguish ne'er-do-well stranger who tugs her into Evil's study and whispers secrets and promises in her ear. Mr. Calloway is not what he seems. Or rather, perhaps he is just as brutish as he looks—but his nefarious activities are not without cause. In fact, he's on a very noble mission, indeed, and that is to save the notoriously spoiled and beautiful Delilah from a fate worse than death. Neither of them expect that an actual threat to her life will occur, but when it does, the only place she's safe is with the man who once threatened to destroy her future. The start of a perfect relationship? Perhaps not. But he may just be the one who saves her life...and steals her heart.

Miss Prudence sees the world in black and white. A convenient way to get through life...until she finds herself battling between right and wrong. Or rather, Mr. Right and Lord Wrong. Prudence has spent her entire life trying to live up to her great aunt's high expectations. For the most part, she's succeeded. During her time at Miss Grayson's School of Charm, she's smoothed over every last rough edge to become the perfect wife for the wealthy merchant her aunt has in mind. There's only one area of study that eludes her, and it's one that has become the bane of her existence. Music. Her aunt has a plan to hire a private tutor for intensive one-on-one lessons to fix her weakness, once and for all. The only problem? Her new tutor is the same boy who'd tormented her with his teasing and pranks as a child. Well, he's not a boy any longer. He's a man...and he might just be her downfall. Or perhaps her salvation. One or the other. But either way, one thing is clear. By the time their lessons are through, the perfect Miss Prudence will never be the same.

The School of Charm's headmistress is destined to be a spinster. Everyone knows it. Well...everyone but the Marquess of Ainsley. This marquess isn't certain why the elegant and unflappable Miss Grayson is so determined to remain unmarried. But he means to change her mind. How will he force the coolly implacable beauty out of her shell? It will take a mistake, obviously...of the mistletoe variety.

Charlotte despises Lord Thomas, the man she's supposed to marry. Of course, she hasn't actually met him, but from what she's heard, he's exactly the sort of man she can't stand. Not at all like that handsome, witty, romantic young gentleman she met at the booksellers. Now he has her head swirling with ideas of what ifs and maybe somedays. But she'll never have her happily ever after if she doesn't rid herself of that stodgy Lord Thomas first. If only she can drive her intended away before her new suitor's kisses make her lose her head—and her heart—altogether. Lord Thomas didn't intend to fall in love with anyone, least of all the young lady his parents wish him to wed. But it's love at first sight when he meets the dazzlingly quirky lady in the bookshop. When he realizes who she is, it's almost too good to be true. Or rather, it is definitely too good to be true because the woman he loves makes it clear that she despises him in turn. Or no...she despises the man she thinks is Lord Thomas. Not him. Not exactly. If he can just win her over before she finds out the truth, they might find true love. Either that or he'll lose her forever...

It was uncertain who’d raised the white flag of surrender first. To Miss Mary’s mind, it was the arrogant and handsome Lord Paul. After all, he did propose in the midst of a bickering match. But, then again, he also came to her rescue when her reputation was in danger of being ruined. So perhaps they’d call it even… Or not. Lord Paul's intentions may be decent for once, but Mary has little choice but to fight against this engagement. After all, it was her silly mishap that got him into this mess. The least she can do is get him out of it. And he does want out of it...doesn't he? She might have harbored an infatuation with the neighbor boy all those years ago, but he'd never seen her that way. Although now that they're older, the sparks that fly between them aren't quite the same. And when he kisses her, there's an entirely new sort of heat between them. One that's not so bad, really. In fact, a lady might just get used to kissing her arch nemesis...

Everyone agrees Miss Eloise will make the perfect bride… until she runs away from her own wedding. And straight into the arms of an unsuspecting rake. There was no plan involved. Eloise fled in a moment of sheer panic. If she'd given it any thought at all, her plan wouldn't have entailed breaking into the home of the infamous Viscount Wycliffe. And she certainly wouldn't have been caught. In her defense, the vexing viscount was supposed to be away. It wasn't as though she'd intended to involve him in her escape. Viscount Wycliffe might be her brother's friend, but he's no knight in shining armor. More like a rogue in tarnished steel. But he's a wealthy rogue, with the means to help her find freedom abroad. And he would, she decided. Whether he liked it or not. But along her journey to freedom, she discovers he’s more than he lets on. He can be charming, for one. And surprisingly chivalrous. Though the viscount claims he’s no thief who absconds with runaway brides, she discovers he’s wrong. He is a thief, of sorts. And he might just steal her heart.

When you're an earl's daughter and you've already set tongues wagging by calling off your engagement, you don't have much to lose. Unless, of course, you're Miss Farthington, and you've found yourself being pursued by a man as charming as he is clever. In that case you have something very important to lose. Namely, your heart.