Zabrina Faire

She saved his life. — Was what they felt for each other gratitude -- or love? — He saved her honor! Charles, Lord Langford, had burst into that vile room at the inn where Major Savage held Carola Severance captive and saved her from dishonor. — She saved his life! Thank heaven, Carola had been with Charles when the highwaymen attacked his carriage. She had pushed Charles to one side so that the highwayman's bullet has merely wounded him. But would he live to see another day? Did she not owe him the kind favor of making his last hours happy? It was the least she could do. So Carola consented to the wedding that would change her life.

Fate decreed that Jenny must become the Comtesse de la Garde, but even the power of Fate could not make her love the Comte... Jenny said "No!" But everyone else insisted that this was the right marriage for Jenny. The Comte was the scion of a noble family, said Jenny's mother, pointing out that both Jenny's sisters' chances would improve when she became the Comtesse. The Comte agreed because his mother's secret plan to use Jenny's inheritance was irresistible. Even Jenny's clairvoyant grandmother declared it had to be... Only Jenny herself was opposed to the match. Only Jenny and the Comte's half-brother who viewed the marriage of convenience -- and Jenny -- with contempt.

Lord Roxbrough had taken charge of young Easter Hazeltyne's life and he decreed she was to be presented in town. He watched her carefully, lest she commit some indiscretion. He had been hurt by love, and now she must be protected from it. But Easter had found a man to love, a wild, undisciplined, romantic man. Together they would rearrange the plans, and the life, of the cold Lord Roxbrough.

When Deborah Spencer, a plus-sized housewife and mother, finds herself married to an unfaithful and abusive man, she flees to the anonymity of the city, changes her identity and embarks on a new life as Sabrina Blue, singer. She lucks into a partnership in a nightclub with the street wise Dex Randall and becomes a local celebrity. Guy Latimer, a successful record producer hears her one night and offers her a recording contract. Sabrina, not wanting the publicity for fear of her husband finding her, declines the offer. Despite her refusal, Guy finds himself strongly attracted to the mysterious Sabrina. After falling prey to a nasty gossip columnist, Sabrina’s husband appears. Her life, and everything of value feels like it's slipping away.

She was the Major's Lady! And how gallantly Major Quentin had offered for Kitty. He was a British Army officer and she a red-haired Southern belle when they met during the war in Washington. He saved her from certain dishonor and brought her here to London's mad whirl of balls and masquerades. But in England Kitty was a foreigner, and the love he had professed for her seemed to vanish from Quentin's heart. He had made another promise long ago...to another woman. Yes, Kitty was the Major's lady, but for how long...?

DOUBLE DESERTION! — It was to have been a double wedding, but Livia Pemberton and Sir Justin Warre were left waiting at the altar -- jilted, abandoned! Livia had given her heart to blond, handsome Lord Ormond, and Justin had adored his flighty little, golden-haired Marianne! Now Ormond and Marianne had eloped, leaving Livia with the brooding, arrogant Justin, a man she could scarcely tolerate, to chase after them. It would be a BOLD PURSUIT with the thoughtful and bookish Livia disguised as a young boy, braving adventures on the road and the ever increasing danger of losing her heart to the infuriating, fascinating Sir Justin Warre.

Tiffany had hurt him! — Though she was little more than a child, she had known Peter must face the truth. She had led him to the moonlit abbey ruins, to the lovers' tryst, so that he could see that his fiancee was untrue to him. — Now, five years later, a grown-up Tiffany awaited Peter's return, hoping he had realized her motive, hoping he would see the love in her eyes and want to marry her. For she wanted him--though the ton pronounced him unsuitable, though life as his wife would be hard. She would marry him today, would love him forever. He would love her too, she knew, but he must forgive her first.

Her cousin Stephen was just the right man for her, Bryony's mother insisted. A fine figure of a man—who pledged his undying love. But Bryony often thought of her absent cousin Lucas. He'd not been handsome: in fact, he'd been much too fat. Still, she thought, what fun they'd had! Bryony's brow crinkled—where was Lucas now? She sighed a deep sigh, and prepared herself to marry.