Widowed Lady Flora Stanton is attending the Whitwell's annual masquerade ball for one thing only: to finally have a little fun and find herself a paramour. A man who she can share everything with, except her heart. Her dead husband owns that, and it's locked safely away. But is she brave enough to admit she's lonely? The rest of her life is a long time to be without pleasure. Attending the Whitwell's ball, James Tennison, Earl of Battling, recognizes the lady in the Grecian Goddess disguise. How could he not? She's owned his heart for many, many years, and tonight, he's putting the memory of his dead best friend to rest and going after what he wants—what he needs. He might never win Lady Flora's heart, but he's not prepared to step aside and let her take any other man into her bed. Published in the anthology, A Midsummer Night's Romance

The lady’s intent is seduction. And he doesn’t mind being seduced... Widowed Charlotte Dexter, Lady Clayton, married for duty as all good ladies are taught to do. Love is for the poets, not for the peerage. Now, with her elderly husband dead, it’s time to marry again. Charlotte wants—needs—children. Given she’s no longer a blossoming flower, her pool of likely husbands is growing ever smaller. She studies the current batch of ton bachelors, those she knows are desperate for a wealthy wife, and decides to hold a party at her estate. The catch? This party is for men only, and at week’s end, one of her guests will be her fiancé. Marcus Roberts, Duke of Sinclair, is all about duty suddenly finding himself the last of his male lineage. He agrees to accompany his friend to Lady Charlotte’s house party because finding a bride is imperative. Preferably a widow with children. His wife's death in the arms of his brother destroyed his faith in love—he'll marry for convenience only—he won't trust so easily again. All he needs is a bride who he is sure can give him sons. Imagine his shock at learning the only woman at the house party is a widow who is rumoured to be barren. He should leave but as he gets to know Charlotte, suddenly the idea of any of these men marrying her stirs the jealous beast.

How does Devlin fulfil his vow to his late father, without losing the woman who can save his family from the poor house.... Unlike her stepmother, Lady Dharma Dexter totally believes in love. She knows all Lord Byron’s poems by heart and is waiting for the day when the man of her dreams woos her with sonnets. At her stepmother’s bachelorette house party, she can’t ignore her best friend’s brother, the annoying yet stunningly handsome, Warwick Sneddon, the Marquis of Devlin, a man who is there because he desperately needs money. For some reason, he ignores her stepmother and sets his sights on her. Dharma has a very large dowry, but she is not giving it to any man until he wins her heart. She is not marrying for duty, or for a title. She wants love, and she’s sure the man known as the Devil doesn't have a heart. Lord Devlin’s father left the family estates in ruins, and when Devil, as he is known to his friends, came into his title twelve months ago, his mother begged him to marry quickly, and marry well. Only problem is, his father died with the rumor of traitor hanging over his head. No good family will let him near their daughters. With debtor's prison a real possibility, fate throws him a bone in the guise of his younger sister’s friend, the very spoilt Lady Dharma. She’s beautiful beyond words, clever, self-assured, and would make him a fine Marchioness—except she demands the one thing he refuses to give—his heart.