Lucia Curzon

Anthea Heberdeen is happy to marry dashing Lord Vane, but soon finds out he still mourns for his late wife. Anthea turns her attention to the theater where she is acclaimed as a brilliant new actress. She also acquires a noble escort who tries to make her forget her estranged husband.

"Lady Georgiana Rannoch, thirty-fifth in line for the British throne, knows how to play the part of an almost royal--but now she's off to Hollywood, where she must reprise her role as sleuth or risk starring in an all-too-convincing death scene ... My mother, the glamorous and much-married actress, is hearing wedding bells once again--which is why she must hop across the pond for a quickie divorce in Reno. To offer my moral support, and since all expenses are paid by her new hubby-to-be, Max, I agree to make the voyage with her. Crossing the Atlantic, with adventure in the air and wealthy men aboard, Mother all but forgets about Max and matrimony--especially when movie mogul Cy Goldman insists on casting her in his next picture. Meanwhile, I find myself caught up in the secret investigation of a suspected jewel thief. Lucky for me, the lead investigator happens to be my dashing beau, Darcy! Mother's movie and Darcy's larceny lead everyone to Cy's Hollywood home, where the likes of Charlie Chaplin are hanging about and there's enough romantic intrigue to fill a double feature. But we hardly get a chance to work out the sleeping arrangements before Cy turns up dead--as if there wasn't enough drama already ..."--

Lady Charis was widowed when she was still very young. Now she becomes the unwitting focus of a bet among some society gentlemen as to who can win her favor. In the meantime though she is unhappy to realize that she has fallen in love with the man she thinks her niece wants to marry.

At 16, country-fresh, penniless Ceci Gramont was wooed, then scorned by the darkly handsome Lord Armin Sherlay. Now at 26, a wealthy, titled widow, she's heir to the famed Chadbourne Luck at cards, which lasts only as long as the possessor of the luck doesn't fall in love..A