Sally MacKenzie

Determined to find a husband, Miss Eleanor "Nell" Bowman attends a ball put on by the Duchess of Greycliffe, fondly referred to as the Duchess of Love....

The viscount's house party promises to be one of the season's highlights, and Lord and Lady Kilgorn are delighted to attend. If only the long-estranged couple had realized they were both invited - and assigned to the same bed chamber....

One night of slight overindulgence - oh, all right, he was drunk - and Stephen Parker-Roth finds he must betroth himself to prevent yet another scandal....

John Parker-Roth cannot believe that marriage is necessary for his happiness. He would far rather pursue his interest in horticulture, but if one day he should find a female who shared his passion for flowers - a level-headed, calm sort of female - he might reconsider....

When a naked earl climbs through the window into her bedchamber, Lady Elizabeth Runyon does the proper thing: She screams. Loudly. And then...well, Lizzie has had enough of being proper....

New to London society and rather...awkward...Lady Grace Belmont would just as soon hide behind the palm trees as dance with a man she doesn't know. But Baron Dawson is on the hunt for a wife....

Josephine Atworthy is shocked by the goings-on at her rich neighbor's house party. Quite shocked. But her demure charm beguiles a mysterious nobleman, who begs a kiss - then another. And in a twinkling, they may be falling head over heels in love....

After eight Seasons in London, Lady Jane Parker-Roth is ready to quit the dull search for a husband in favor of more exciting pursuits. So when she encounters an intruder in her host's townhouse, she's not about to let the scoundrel escape....

As marriage proposals go, Charles Draysmith's suit is as romantic as the moors in December. Emma Peterson might be only a vicar's daughter, and he the new Marquis of Knightsdale, and perhaps he would rather marry her than endure the marriage mart....

The "fallen" ladies of Puddledon Manor's Benevolent Home are restoring their reputations - and their future prospects - by operating their very own brewery and alehouse....

With Christmas around the corner, Miss Caroline Anderson hoped to persuade a London tavern owner to carry the Home's Widow's Brew - only to discover the dastard was more interested in her ankles than her ale....

Miss Isabelle Catherine Hutting would rather be lounging in the library than circling the ballroom in search of a husband any day....

Kit, the marquis of Ashton, is in a sticky wicket. He married young and for love - how naïve. He discovered his mistake the very day of his wedding....

Two possible futures loom before Miss Anne Davenport. The first option: sharing an unhappy home with her father and soon-to-be stepmother. The second: a life of independence....

Frances Hadley has managed her family's estate for years. So why can't she request her own dowry? She'll have to go to London herself and knock some sense into the men interfering in her life....

For an American woman, a bad day of traveling turns into a compromising morning when she wakes up beside a naked nobleman in this Regency romance....

The day was as hot as the pond was inviting. It's not as if anyone in Little Huffington was going to happen upon a secluded vale on the Duke of Greycliffe's lands....

Harry went off to fight for the Crown unaware his delightful interlude with his childhood friend had permanent consequences. Now, he's back in England, catapulted into the title by his brother's untimely death. What he finds there is something - and someone - he never knew he'd lost....

Kit, marqués de Ashton, está metido en un lío. Se casó joven y por amor, qué romántico. Se dio cuenta de su error el mismo día de la boda y ahora le han endilgado una esposa en la que no se puede confiar. Jessica sabe que ha puesto en peligro su matrimonio....

Era un día muy caluroso y a Venus Collingswood le apetecía darse un baño en el estanque. pero no quería que se le mojara el vestido. Total, ninguno de los habitantes del pequeño Little Huffington iba a pasar por ahí....