-from fictiondb: Sleeping With The Enemy It was the last thing Elene Fitzhugh intended. She only prayed her array of sharpened daggers was ample protection against Geoffrey de Burgh's gentle coaxing and honeyed lies, for she was determined to be no man's bride-king's command be damned! Noble By Birth, Yet Wild At Heart Though Elene Fitzhugh had slain her first husband in the marriage bed, Geoffrey de Burgh had no choice but to make her his bride. Yet could he ever truly take to wife a woman with so fierce and passionate a soul?
from fictiondb: Piers Montmorency 'Twas whispered that the mysterious Red Knight was more than mortal. Perhaps he'd even struck a devil's bargain to assure his warrior prowess. Yet Aisley sensed that Pier's shadows veiled a deeper secret. Aisley de Laci Like a whirlwind, Aisley descended on Dunmurrow castle to claim the Red Knight as her husband. And Piers knew his world was forever changed. But could a creature so full of joy and sunlight ever accept a life of passions draped in darkness?
Out of a Midnight Coach Stepped Ravenscar... The Perfect Gothic Mystery Man. Dark and brooding and rumored to have done murder, the Devil Earl was everything Prudence Lancaster's imagination could conjure. But he was also flesh and blood, and infinitely more seductive than anything she had ever created. In his presence, the dreamy authoress became a sultry sleuth, hungry to solve the mystery of Ravenscar's missing brother and to save her beloved Devil Earl from his own wicked legacy. [Taken from FictionDB]
Gillian Hexham soon learned her new lord was more wedded to revenge than to her. For Nicholas de Laci had sworn to exact payment for the sins of her uncle. Why, then, did his eyes belie his words, speaking naught of retribution--but promising nights of love? Fate had sent Nicholas de Laci the perfect bride to fill the aching need in his soul. With her tainted blood, Gillian Hexham would at last satisfy the raw hunger that near consumed him... but only in ways he could never imagine!
Lord Wycliffe Had Finally Met His Match. With golden hair and eyes of springtime green, Charlotte Trowbridge was the toast of the London Season. “An incomparable goddess” her dazzled admirers proclaimed. But the earl of Wycliffe knew she was only a vicar’s daughter, with the taste of heaven on her lips…! Methodical. Logical. Orderly. Charlotte would also have to add devilishly handsome to her description of Lord Wycliffe. Still, the man was desperately in need of some loosening up, and it looked as though she was the only woman capable of rattling his famous reserve.
How else to explain this rash of marriages by the Brothers de Burgh? Robin de Burgh alone swore to remain unwed, despite ironic fate, which used foul murder to mate him with The One - spirited Sybil, a damsel in distress who insisted she needed him not! When convent walls became more prison than refuge, restless novice Sybil knew 'twas time to leave. But never did she expect to trade her wimple for a wedding veil, even when Sir Robin de Burgh, knight most impudent, demanded she put her life - and her heart - in his hands!