When art instructor Hannah Alexander agrees to accompany four of her students on a country house visit before Easter, she never dreams of entering into a dalliance with the owner David Tenant, the handsome new Earl of Brentfield. But one moment in his company and she’s in danger of losing her heart. There are secrets aplenty at Brentfield, enough to challenge any lady’s sensibilities, even those of Hannah’s protégé, Lady Emily Southwell. As events unfold at Brentfield, Hannah quickly learns that loving David comes at a price, to her future plans of being a portrait painter, to her position as a teacher, and to her very life. This clean romance with a touch of romantic suspense was previously published by Zebra as A Dangerous Dalliance.

Lady Emily Southwell and her three friends, Priscilla Tate and Daphne and Ariadne Courdebas, are determined that someday the world will speak in reverent tones of the year they made their debuts in London Society. Lady Emily is equally determined to take her rightful place among the famous artists of the Royal Society for the Beaux Arts. That is, until her longtime betrothed Lord Robert Townsend declares his intent to marry her and whisk her off into the countryside, immediately. What can the fellow be thinking! And why is handsome Bow Street Runner Jamie Cropper dogging Lord Robert’s steps, and Emily’s? It’s up to Lady Emily to use her art to uncover artifice and discover whether Lord Robert has something more up his sleeve than a nicely muscled arm. Along the way, a duke’s daughter might just form a perilous passion for a most unlikely suitor. This clean romantic mystery set in the Regency period features kisses only.

The toast of London is about to get burned. Priscilla Tate, most celebrated debutante of 1815 London, is determined to make a brilliant match to save the family fortunes. She’s well on her way to wringing a proposal out of the Season’s most eligible bachelor, the Duke of Rottenford, when blackmail notes start arriving, threatening to expose a dark secret unless she ceases her pursuit. It’s up to her dear friends, Lady Emily Southwell and Ariadne and Daphne Courdebas, to help her uncover the mastermind before disaster strikes. But more than one secret is waiting to be revealed, not the least of which is Priscilla’s growing feelings for a most unlikely ally, Nathan Kent, the duke’s personal secretary. But will Nathan, no, no, the duke, understand if her secret should be revealed? This clean romantic mystery set in the Regency period features kisses only.

Sometimes life really is romantic. Bluestocking Ariadne Courdebas never thought she’d play the heroine in her own romantic novel until a chance encounter with handsome intelligence agent Jason Sinclair pulled her into the world of espionage. Now with the help of her sister Daphne and friends Priscilla Tate and Lady Emily Southwell, she’s chasing French spies across 1815 London and uncovering treasonous plots that could the shape the outcome of the war with Napoleon, all while pretending to be engaged to Sinclair. It would be perfectly thrilling if she could just manage to secure vouchers for that exclusive club Almack’s like all the other debutantes! As secrets and scandals collide, she finds herself wishing for more than just pretend. Can Ariadne use her considerable eloquence to convince Sinclair to play her hero, forever? This clean romantic mystery set in the Regency period features kisses only.

Even an Amazon can fall hard. In 1815 England, Daphne Courdebas is known for her daring. So when her former teacher now countess Lady Brentfield asks her, her sister Ariadne, and their friends Lady Emily Southwell and Priscilla Tate to return to Brentfield Manor to investigate things that go bump in the night, Daphne is ready. But once again, things are not as they seem at Brentfield, especially when it comes to Daphne’s new friend, Wynn Fairfax. Wynn is determined to prove himself to the lovely Amazon. What’s a lady known for saving the day to do when she finds her own heart in jeopardy? This clean romantic mystery set in the Regency period features kisses only. Early praise for Love and Larceny: “I loved this series but Wynn really grabs my heart. After an injury at Eton, he is left with a limp. The heroes with disabilities always get me.” Just Judy's Jumbles, top reviewer In the candlelight, Daphne could see that his dark brows were down, those sea-green eyes intent on her face. Indeed, every part of him seemed tense, as if he were about to jump a fence or shoot a bow. “Daphne,” he said, “there is so much I want to tell you, but I know how difficult it can be for you to stand still and listen. Perhaps it’s better if I show you.” He pulled her close and kissed her. Once again her world exploded, and she found herself trembling with the sheer wonder of it. The sweet pressure of his lips, his arm stealing about her waist, made her head spin in the most delightful way. Was this how all young ladies felt when they were in love? Wait. She wasn’t in love. This was Wynn. She broke from his embrace and shoved him away from her. “What are you doing?!” He teetered on the beam, off balance and leaning hard on his bad leg. As she watched, horror dawning, he toppled to one side and crashed through the plaster to disappear into the darkness below.

Lady Emily Southwell and her three friends are determined the world will speak in reverent tones of their London debuts. But first they must survive a dangerous dalliance between their beloved art teacher and an unconventional earl and determine whether Emily’s betrothed is hiding something. Along the way, Emily might form a perilous passion for an unlikely suitor. Includes two novels: Secrets and Sensibilities and Art and Artifice, plus the short story “Master Thief,” first time in e-book format. Here’s a little taste: “Who are you?” Emily demanded, striding into the room. “What are you doing here?” He offered her a bow, cap squashed in one hand. “Good evening, Lady Emily.” He knew her name? She was certain she’d never met him before. She’d have remembered those broad shoulders, that confident air. His hair was the color of the sunset on a stormy day—red and gold and brown blending in wild disarray, and his eyes were the gray of the storm. But his smile, well, his smile was positively wicked. “Answer the question, if you please,” Emily said, forcing her mind to the moment. “What are you doing in my home? Who let you in?” He shrugged, a ripple of muscle under his brown coat. “Your footmen are far too busy to attend to me.” Emily gasped. “You sneaked in! Thief!” Small wonder she hadn’t recognized him. She did not make a habit of associating with thieves. Nor did she fear them. One shout, one cry, and a small army would attend her. “Oh, there are thieves in London, all right,” he agreed, as if singularly unconcerned about capture. He waved a hand to encompass the room. “You’d better watch out, or you’ll lose one of these fine paintings.” What fine paintings? His Grace had any number of wonderful pieces from ages past, as well as some truly horrid portraits of their ancestors. She wasn’t sure which he had ordered brought to London to decorate the townhouse. But as she looked around the room, she recognized each painting as hers. The Battle of Salamanca hung over the fire, The Battle of Hastings was against the far wall, and The Battle of the Nile was to her right. It had been one of her first, when she hadn’t quite mastered perspective. The British and French ships were all jumbled. He could not be much of a thief if he thought it fine art. So, who exactly was he?