Lady Hermia Briarwood loves being a wallflower. Invisible to the ton, Hermia has made a habit of studying the mad antics of society, and few antics are madder than her own eccentric family's. Love them as she does, she wishes they all enjoyed a bit of quiet. Alas, they do not. Now, in her opinion, being a wallflower is far better than dancing with foolish fellows! Frankly, she can't wait until her required seasons are done, whereupon she can retire to the country and spend her life in blissful solitude. After an accidental encounter with the Earl of Drexel, he offers her everything she's ever dreamed of. A life alone. But how can she possibly keep her sensible heart in check when he unleashes his charm and wounded soul upon her? The Earl of Drexel must find a wife. His family is the very devil. How could he bring anyone else into it? When he discovers Lady Hermia blending into the silk-covered walls at a ball, he cannot deny that she would make him the perfect wife as her only desire is to be left to her own devices. She will expect nothing of him. It's ideal. Quickly, he offers a marriage of convenience. All they have to do is make it to the wedding, then they both will be free! However, he never expects just how much he'll long to seduce his wallflower. Or how she will quite unexpectedly capture his heart. But he has sworn to never make the terrible mistake of naively believing in love. Not when that love might break Hermia’s heart and destroy what is left of his soul.

Lady Juliet, sister of the Duke of Westleigh, is determined to marry an earl, at least. A duke would be best! After all, she’s the diamond of the season. While her mother is proud of her role as an actress, married into a notoriously eccentric family, Juliet hates those that sometimes treat her mama as if she’s beneath them. Juliet can’t wait to show everyone just how perfect she can be and how marvelous her mama is at making matches. Still, she can’t quite ignore the wild streak that runs through her blood. One night while visiting her aunt in secret, backstage at Drury Lane, she meets a ridiculously handsome, and impossible, American rogue who mistakes her for a lady of the night. When they meet again at a ton ball, sparks fly, and passion cannot be denied. Nor can it be denied that he finds the English intolerable, arrogant, and beneath his ideals. Yet, despite the fact that they have every reason to stay away from each other, an undeniable connection keeps pulling them back together where wars of words and kisses of longing threaten to steel her heart. Even though the American heats her blood and tempts her with his gruff wit, he’s far from a duke and Juliet can’t sacrifice everything she’s always worked for. . . Not even for love.

Lord Hector Briarwood is the ton’s favorite rake. And he absolutely loves it. One day, he will marry, but he’s certain that won’t be for years! After all, there’s too much fun to be had. Yet, when he runs into Lady Priscilla at a ball as he is climbing out of a window into the gardens, he immediately knows she’s the one for him! There’s just one problem. She wants nothing to do with a rake. All his years of having a bit too much fun are about to come back to haunt him, unless he can prove to her that a reformed rake really does make the best husband. Lady Priscilla has no wish to reform anyone. She’s quite happy as she is. Frankly, she thinks it is a load of nonsense that a rake can change so entirely once he’s wed. Even so, she absolutely adores Lord Hector. He makes her laugh and sends her heart aflutter. Now, if she can figure out how to keep him as her friend, she shall be satisfied, or so she tries to tell herself. But when his stolen kisses fan the flames of her heart, she cannot deny how much she wants him. Dare she chance marriage with a rake? Or will she marry for duty, as her family desires?

When Lord Zephyr Briarwood meets the governess at his family’s estate, he’s immediately drawn to her intelligence and sense of honor. But that very sense of honor might just ruin everything! Destroying a young governess’s reputation doesn’t interest him. Oh no, he’s ready to lead her straight to the church. It’s what Briarwoods do when they find love. But it seems she’s decided there’s no chance she can have a duke’s brother. Lord Zephyr fears the lovely but dutiful governess is destined to break his heart. Not that he’ll let that stop him. Miss Abbot knows there is one thing she mustn’t do. Fall for any of the gentlemen in the household of her employer, the powerful Duke of Westleigh. She’s made a vow never to cross that line. Yet, Lord Zephyr Briarwood’s wicked smile and devilish humor tempt her to abandon that very vow. Even though she longs for Lord Zephyr, betraying her sense of honor can never happen.

Beloved child of Lady Juliet Briarwood and American printer Tobias Miller, Portia cannot wait for her first London Season! When one is part of the Briarwood family there is always fun to be had. When a duke who seems her opposite in every way begins to pursue her, she’s captivated by his quiet ways. But can such a serious fellow fit in with the rowdy, ever-expanding Briarwood family? One fiery kiss suggests he might be perfect, if he can release the perfection he seems so intent on finding. Rufus Barret, Duke of Ferrars, is the catch of the ton and extremely shy. All his life, he has worked to be a great duke, as his family expects, but sometimes, he wishes he could simply slip away from the public eye. Until he meets Miss Portia Miller, someone who seems to be at every event and reveling in it. It’s true her family is wild, but she’s also niece to a duke. With her effervescent personality, surely she could be his perfect duchess. All he has to do is convince her that following the rules is the best thing for everyone. Yet, when he holds her in his arms, all rules disappear. Something he mustn’t allow, not even for a taste of her love.

Lord Nestor Briarwood has years and years to find a wife! But when he meets Lady Margery Barret, he finds his soul aching to bring her the joy she’s never known. After all, his family knows the art of joy like no other. When he asks her to marry him, knowing her smile will make his heart soar, he’s astonished to find that society, furious that he is off the market so soon, is eager to tear her down. But Nestor will not stand for that. Not for one single moment. As a child, Lady Margery Barret knew loneliness intimately. The only friends she was allowed were picked by her parents. Her brother did all he could to shield her, but now, on the marriage mart, with her parents long gone, she wants love and family and affection. Lord Nestor Briarwood has the kindest family she's ever known. And whenever he walks into a room, she cannot deny the love she feels for him and his bright view of the world. When he offers to marry her, she can’t resist. But deep in her heart, she fears that society is right. He has picked her out of pity, and she will never know true love.

Major Lord Marcus Newfield, Maximus to everyone he knows because of how large he lives, is the eldest son of the Earl of Drexel and Lady Hermia Briarwood. A soldier, daredevil, and lover of a good time, nothing stops Maximus from living fully until a battle gone very wrong leaves him wounded in both body and mind. When he encounters a mischievous pickpocket masquerading as a lady, he wants to help her rather than turn her in. But with each day he knows her, he finds that she is a skilled thief who just might steal his heart. Peggy Cutmore knows how to charm a fellow whilst stealing his pocket watch, but now she’s onto bigger game. Using the skills she’s learned from her grandmother, a skilled actress who fell on hard times, Peggy chooses to slip into the ton and steal right from under their toffee-noses! But Maximus is another story. When he catches her, she’s certain she’s bound for Australia, but he offers her a chance at a very different life. Can she learn to trust the man who awakens her heart, or will he prove a disappointment, as everyone else always does?

The Duke of Baxter loves wielding his power. He loves everything about being a duke, especially making people do as he pleases. He's used to getting his way. Perhaps too used to it. So, when he meets a fiery young woman one night, a woman who refuses to do a damned thing he says, he's certain he's met his match. Cymbeline Briarwood is in the middle of her first season and is reveling in it! Being a member of the Briarwood family, she has no intention of giving in to convention. Still, try as she might, she just can't find the man for her, until she meets the Duke of Baxter. She is certain that he might be the only man in London for her. Some passion, however, burns too intensely, leaving everyone scorched in its wake. Will their passion for each other prove a perfect love or a perfect path to destruction?