Feb 1, 2000
Stella Cameron returns to 7 Mayfair Square, an elegant town house, during the glittering whirl of a London season. Here, with a little help from a most unusual matchmaker, anything is possible—even unlikely love between a nobleman and a confounding parson’s daughter …
What Meg Smiles lacks in wealth, she more than makes up for in audacity and determination, both quickly harnessed when Jean-Marc, Count Etranger, and his sister take up residence across the square. Now gainfully employed as companion to the count’s madcap sister, Meg discovers it is not her charge who occupies her thoughts, but the girl’s enigmatic older brother …
When Meg becomes the victim of a series of strange accidents, Jean-Marc finds his austere world turned upside down. And when it becomes alarmingly clear that Meg’s very life is in danger, Jean-Marc’s desire for this unsuitable but enchanting woman overcomes his sense of propriety. He vows to ensure her safety, even if it means keeping her close to him, day and night …
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Grand Central Publishing;
Warner Books Ed edition
April 1, 1999
Mayfair Square #1
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29 year old Finch More, connoisseur of antique glass is considered ‘on the shelf’. But when her brother is mysteriously abducted, the world sees the real Finch More – a woman of action and passion – a woman who scorns defeat.
(originally published April 1999 by Grand Central Publishing, Warner Books Ed. Edition)
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May 1, 1997
(SUMMER LOVE anthology)
“What do you think about sex therapists?” Chloe Dunn held her breath and frowned at the ten of clubs she’d just picked up.
But for the tap of Steven Early’s short, clean fingernails on the kitchen table, silence was absolute.
Chloe pulled nervously at the neck of her tank top. A sultry Seattle evening, the kind they weren’t supposed to have, stuck the cotton to her skin. “Steven?” She smiled so brilliantly her jaw hurt. “Tell me what you think.”
He hadn’t even heard her. “I’m discarding the ten of clubs,” she said irritably, and glanced at him. He glanced back. The bluest eyes in the world, they had to be.
Chloe sighed. She loved him. He loved her. But if they couldn’t deal with their differences they’d lose each other.
Steven retrieved her discarded card, but didn’t appear particularly triumphant. He was every woman’s dream—most women’s dream. Sensitive, kind, strong, and a slightly-crooked-nose short of being handsome. Dreamy, Steven was the kind of man a woman looked at, then started dreaming about.
And that the problem. In the ten months since Chloe had met Steven she’d done a great deal of dreaming—but very little else. In the physical sense, that was. In other words: sexually.
Tonight was the night.
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