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Lady Sophie’s Society Splash When Sophie, the least interesting of the Talbot sisters, lands her philandering brother-in-law backside-first in a goldfish pond in front of all society, she becomes the target of very public aristocratic scorn. Her only choice is to flee London, vowing to start a...

“An amazing Harlequin Historical… A+, no notes” – Fated Mates A spellbinding sapphic love story filled with wit and queer joy, Emma-Claire Sunday’s debut Regency romance will leave you swooning! She’s supposed to wed a duke… But it’s his sister she can’t keep her eyes off! As...

He's a rake, a scoundrel, a duke, and a former soldier...and he'll fight to the death for the woman he loves.

New to wealth and to London high society, American heiress Cora Dove discovers that with the right man, marriage might not be such an inconvenience after all. . . . Cora Dove and her sisters’ questionable legitimacy has been the lifelong subject of New York’s gossipmongers and a continual...

Это история двух женщин, наделенных блестящим умом и одержимых неистовыми желаниями. Одна пытается защитить свою страну и трон, другая — вернуть власть и положение своей семье. Елизавета Тюдор — противоречивая и притягательная королева-девственница, окруженная пылкими поклонниками; победительница испанской армады, ненавидевшая войну; усыпанная драгоценностями монархиня, у которой не было ни гроша.

Nicholas St. Clare, youngest son of the Marquess of Averstow, was an avid horseman until his legs were crushed on the battlefield. Ashamed of his injury, he's become a virtual recluse on his country estate until his mother, the dowager marchioness, insists he marry. He hates his weakness and doesn't believe anyone can see past it. Amelia Blackstock has always followed her family motto: A Blackstock doesn't run from trouble. It runs from us. Unfortunately, trouble caught up with her, and she'll be ruined. When Lord Nicholas stumbles upon her sobbing, he tries to comfort her.

When the Duke of Hurstbourne dismisses a letter from his childhood friend, Winston, asking him to marry his sister, Hurst’s decline comes back to haunt him in a most unsettling way. He always believed in love at first sight and felt he would know the woman he would marry. But the well-heeled person attired in tailored finery, standing in front of his desk, heightens his interest, and his quick instinct tells him this is no man. Rather, it is a woman disguised as a man and a very superb disguise at that.