It Happened One Night
Six Scandalous Novels
From the aristocracy of England to The Colonies on the eve of war, the promise of true love echoes down the ages in this sizzling collection of full-length Valentine’s romances from six of today’s New York Times and USA Today‘s bestselling authors!
Axel: The Jaded Gentlemen by Grace Burrowes
Professor Axel Belmont would rather graft roses than solve crimes, but when his neighbor Abigail Stoneleigh is suspected of murder, he takes the case to clear her name-and loses his heart.
For Love of the Duke by Christi Caldwell
After the tragic death of his wife, Jasper, the 8th Duke of Bainbridge secludes himself in the dark cold walls of Castle Blackwood. Coaxed out of his self-imposed exile to attend the amusements of the Frost Fair, his life is irrevocably changed by his fateful meeting with Lady Katherine Adamson.
Kissed by a Rogue by Tanya Anne Crosby
Jessamine Stone vows to wed no man but her onetime fiancé, Christian Haukinge. Innocent and believing the best in him, she sets out to win Christian’s affections, unaware that her brother has already bribed him to crush her heart.
My Enchanting Hoyden by Julie Johnstone
A bargain born of desperation ignites into passion as one lord’s quest to save his family leads to the discovery that he can never settle for less than love.
Lord of Pleasure by Erica Ridley
When a ẉallflower infiltrates the ton‘s most scandalous masquerade ball, she finds herself in the arms—and the bed—of the one man she’d sworn to hate!
Tempting Juliana by Lauren Royal
Lady Juliana Chase loves playing matchmaker—and she’s good at it, too. So why is everyone ignoring her good intentions and shaking up her sensible plans?
Enjoy An Excerpt
“Any neighbor who turns up deceased in the middle of a frigid January night has exhibited the height—the very zenith—of bad form.”
Axel Belmont announced this thesis to his horse, for Ivan had never been known to contradict one of the professor’s opening statements.
“Said bad form,” Axel went on, “could be eclipsed only by a fellow who has the effrontery to complain of the inconvenience to himself resulting from that neighbor’s poorly timed death.”
Even if that fellow had pulled from his late night glass of wine among his dearest companions, all of whom hailed from the family rosaceae.
“The part about being magistrate I detest the most,” Axel muttered as he guided Ivan up the Stoneleigh Manor drive, “is becoming privy to my neighbor’s dirty linen. Mind the footing, horse. You are laden with precious cargo.”
Precious, cold cargo. Axel’s estate bordered the Stoneleigh property, but by the lanes, that was still nearly two miles of slow going in fresh snow. An arctic breeze did nothing to improve Axel’s mood, nor did the thought of his grafts, abandoned in the warmth of his glass house not thirty minutes earlier.