Romayne Smithfield knows she is acting out of hand when she agrees to elope with her admirer, Bradley Montcrief. But how could she have guessed their carriage would be attacked as soon as they crossed the Scottish border? Sure Bradley is dead, she is shocked to be rescued from the highwaymen by Major James MacKinnon, who has his own reasons for being out on a moonless night. He is pursuing a traitor who has sold out Britain to the French. He turns his attention to Romayne and takes her to where she can be safe—his home. When her maid arrives to take Romayne home, she insists that a duke's granddaughter cannot return from an elopement without a husband. James must marry her. After all, they spent a night together when he rescued her. When he agrees, Romayne is astounded . . . until he tells her that he has arranged for a fake ceremony. He needs to go to England to catch his prey, and taking her home to her grandfather gives him the excuse he needs. Now it is...

Marcus Aurelius Octavius Whyte, Marquess of Daniston and heir to the Duke of Attleby, wakes in his mistress's bed to realize this is the day he meets his wife. That wife is coming from distant North Africa, where her father is a diplomat for the British government. Regina is no happier about the match than Marcus is, but it was arranged by his grandmother, the Dowager Duchess, and her father. Marcus doesn't want a wife, and Regina has no idea how to run a household as a proper wife should. What's Marcus to do with an undomesticated wife? One thing he is sure of—he doesn't intend to fall in love with her. Yes, he needs an heir, but he likes his life as it is without a wife. But from the moment they meet, sparks fly. Not just angry ones, but sparks of passion. So what's a couple to do when they planned on an unhappily ever after and it doesn't seem to be working out?

Creighton Marshall is glad to be back in England after a long year of fighting the French. He plans to sell his captain's commission and resume his life as Viscount Ashcroft, but his commanding officer has one more task for him: play host to Count Dmitri Dmitrieff, the hero of several Russian campaigns, who has arrived London with Czar Alexander on a state visit. He agrees reluctantly, then wishes he said no when he discovers that the count is actually a woman. Natalya Dmitrieff truly is a war hero. She took her brother's place in the army and served without anyone guessing she was a woman. If Creighton reveals the truth, she will lose out on the prize she fought for: her family's lands. He agrees, even more reluctantly, to keep her secret. All should go well, except that Natalya is a beautiful woman who lingers in his mind too often. But if he convinces her that she wants to put aside her disguise, think of the fun they could have while she is in London. He needs only to find...