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Women Could Not Be TrustedBartholomew, Earl of Norwyck, had well learned that bitter lesson from his traitorous first wife. What, then, should he make of «the Lady Marguerite,» a mysterious beauty who claimed ignorance of her true identity? Was she an enemy sent to destroy him–or an angel come to heal his wounded soul?Bartholomew had saved her from a shipwreck, only to dash her upon the rocky shores of his darkest suspicions. But if Marguerite were truly one of his blood-sworn enemies, how then to explain the desire that pulsed between them–threatening to engulf them in a heat as fierce as any flame?

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Sir Hugh Dryden undertook his quest for a bride with a guarded heart. But two years of captivity had deadened his desire for any woman. So why, then, did the sight of a mere country girl in distress stir such tenderness in him? And why did simply carrying her from danger set his pulse pounding?Without a proper dowry, no gentleman would ask to marry Sian Tudor. Most made less respectable offers–excepting the knight who'd rescued her from certain death. The man was strong and dangerous looking–and she'd had the most unfamiliar longing to touch him. But what sense were flights of fancy when he was surely bound for battle–and Sian about to be banished to a nunnery…?

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"Get Out, Ye Bloodthirsty Half-Breed!"Since the infamous Battle of Falkirk, Cristiane MacDhiubh had these words–and worse–hurled at her in the village streets. Half Scot, half English, she could claim no place as home–until the Lord of Bitterlee, as gallant a knight as any could dream, came in search of a bride…!Marriage had been naught but sadness for Adam Sutton, yet duty demanded he wed again. Cristiane MacDhiubh, as fey and wild as his own island fiefdom, might rouse his forgotten passions. But brave of heart though she might be, could Cristiane ever heal his sorrowing soul?

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Chivalry Demanded He Cherish And Protect Any Woman In NeedYet Marcus de Grant had never felt this more strongly than when he laid eyes upon Keelin O'Shea. Though driven by a sense of honor to rival his own, this Irish princess was sore in need of his warrior's blade–and his chivalrous heart!Guardian of her clan's sacred talisman, Keelin O'Shea had ever put duty before desire. Yet one sight of Marcus de Grant emerging from the river, golden and glorious as some ancient god, sent a sweet ache of yearning through her for things that could never be!

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How Could He Love This Daughter Of Treason…?Yet with his heart so full, his passion so afire, how could he not? Nicholas Hawken had never found a woman so attuned to his touch, his taste, his very being, as Lady Maria Burton. Though if her father proved traitorous, he was duty bound to expose him…and so destroy their love!From household drudge to daughter of a duke, Maria Burton had been forever transformed. But nothing had been as soul-shattering as what she'd experienced with Nicholas Hawken, infamous scoundrel, intriguing rogue…and truebound mate-of-her-heart!

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Drawn to her avowed enemyBaron Mathieu Fitz Autier expected some resistance when he staked his claim to the Saxon land he'd won in battle. But he never imagined that the former lady of the manor would have the courage to fight back–with an arrow aimed at his head!Lady Aelia saw her world slipping away as the Normans took control of her beloved home. Worse, she was drawn to Fitz Autier–her avowed enemy. She would not give in to the passion she sensed in this fierce warrior: not when he was honor-bound to deliver her to a Norman king. The journey ahead was sure to test them both beyond reckoning.

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Drawn to her avowed enemyBaron Mathieu Fitz Autier expected some resistance when he staked his claim to the Saxon land he'd won in battle. But he never imagined that the former lady of the manor would have the courage to fight back–with an arrow aimed at his head!Lady Aelia saw her world slipping away as the Normans took control of her beloved home. Worse, she was drawn to Fitz Autier–her avowed enemy. She would not give in to the passion she sensed in this fierce warrior: not when he was honor-bound to deliver her to a Norman king. The journey ahead was sure to test them both beyond reckoning.

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Women Could Not Be TrustedBartholomew, Earl of Norwyck, had well learned that bitter lesson from his traitorous first wife. What, then, should he make of «the Lady Marguerite,» a mysterious beauty who claimed ignorance of her true identity? Was she an enemy sent to destroy him–or an angel come to heal his wounded soul?Bartholomew had saved her from a shipwreck, only to dash her upon the rocky shores of his darkest suspicions. But if Marguerite were truly one of his blood-sworn enemies, how then to explain the desire that pulsed between them–threatening to engulf them in a heat as fierce as any flame?

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WHAT COULD THE KING WANT WITH AN UNKEMPT URCHIN?Even one as sensuous as a fairy queen? Wolfram Colston could not fathom the royal command to bring Kathryn Somers to Court. A hoydenish sprite, she was nothing like the noble ladies of London – yet everything like the woman of his dreams!No matter what was whispered about her heritage, Kit Somers refused to go off with Sir Colston, a lone wolf of a knight pledged to Henry V, for how would her betrothed ever find her? And what would be her fate if she road away in the arms of such a brooding, darkly handsome man?

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Chivalry Demanded He Cherish And Protect Any Woman In NeedYet Marcus de Grant had never felt this more strongly than when he laid eyes upon Keelin O'Shea. Though driven by a sense of honor to rival his own, this Irish princess was sore in need of his warrior's blade–and his chivalrous heart!Guardian of her clan's sacred talisman, Keelin O'Shea had ever put duty before desire. Yet one sight of Marcus de Grant emerging from the river, golden and glorious as some ancient god, sent a sweet ache of yearning through her for things that could never be!