Lords of Temptation

No one can play the game like her…Though her title is lady now, Mirabelle Smith wasn't always. Bastard daughter to the Earl of Easton, she grew up without any of her father's wealth or power to protect her. Which is why when she determines to be the belle of next London's season, she knows that playing fair won't get her what she most desires. The only way to win is to use every trick she's carefully stashed up her lace cuff. Because if growing up on the wrong side of London has taught her anything, it's that cheaters often win, and gambling only works if you know how to play…The problem? She needs the help of a certain baron. Partial owner of a new gaming hell, Hell's Corner, Baron Boxby's part of her dark world and the glittering ton that's just past her reach… But how to convince a man who doesn't want any entanglements to aid her quest?A bet ought to do nicely…

He's no Prince Charming.Lord Rushton Smith is as rough as he is hard. His only wish is to leave London and the ton behind. He just wants to live a simple life of mind numbing work away from family and the crime that has shaped him into this beast of a man. But one small favor is burning down his dreams one by one and threatening to reshape his entire life.Can a criminal be her hero?Trapped into an engagement with her distant cousin and new guardian, Lady Abigail Wentworth has no idea how she'll survive the future that lays before her. That is until the rogue, Lord Rushton Smith charges into her life and carries her away.Literally.When she faints, he just picks her up and loads her into his carriage. But her guardian, Baron Westphal wants her back. Worse still, Lord Smith swears he won't marry, and now her path is murkier than ever.And the attraction that crackles between them?And added problem that she doesn't need. A complication that is sure to be her ruin and a sweet temptation unlike any she has ever known.Can she resist this rogue's call long enough to find her place in this world or will he be her undoing?

He's the worst sort of rake…Miss Emma Blake knows she ought not to tangle with Lord Triston Smith. From his bulging muscles to his fierce scowl, every other woman would likely have the sense to stay away from the surly boxer. And he's made it abundantly clear that he finds her the worst sort of nuisance. But she's never had much smarts when it comes to avoiding trouble or dealing with men.Add the fact that her mother is forcing her to marry the loathsome Lord Marsden, the entire situation has Emma running headlong into a series of disasters sure to ruin any proper debutante. Which isn't a bad plan.Except whenever she finds herself in trouble, Triston is there, muscles flexing, strong arms pulling her back from the edge of trouble. And that makes a girl wonder…Does he have the sort of strength that could save a woman from family and fate?

What's a man to do when a tiny baby is dropped at his door?Lord Griswold Smith isn't exactly genteel, despite his title. Gris is a hard hitting, gin making, gaming hell running, cursing and spitting giant of a man. Who would even leave a baby in his care? He'll find her mother, return her from whence she came, and go back to his derelict life. Until he can track down the fool of a woman who dropped tiny Rose off to begin with, he'll need help. A temporary nanny should do the trick.Her new employer is an absolute beast….But she's as desperate as a woman can be. Which is why Miss Violet Chase accepts the nanny position even though Lord Griswold is as large and imposing as a man comes. With her father's imprisonment, she has no alternative. And besides, the first time she sees Gris's massive arms wrapped around a tiny little baby, something deep inside her shifts.And when the demons of her father's past come knocking, suddenly a large and intimidating man is exactly what she needs. Is he strong enough to beat back the demons that chase her all while holding a babe in his arms? And how might it feel to be held in that same way? She'd like to find out…

He's the most notorious rake in all of London…Which is why every lord of the realm wants to be friends with the Earl of Somersworth. He's the life of every ballroom and backroom gaming hell alike. The problem? When he needs a fiancée, not one of those so-called friends will let him anywhere near their sisters or daughters because everyone knows he can't be trusted.So when Viscount Northville practically tosses his niece in Somersworth's path, he's suspicious. There must be something wrong with the lady. Sure, she's beautiful, and built for sin, but she can't be right in the head to consider him for a husband.Turns out, she isn't. Considering him that is. The moment they're alone, she tells him that she would rather die miserable and alone than marry him. But she does have a bargain in mind. She'll help him clean up his reputation long enough to find a suitable lady and he'll help her to secretly participate in all the fun that debutantes are denied. She's got a list:A masquerade ball.A tryst in the library.A moonlight kiss.It's his kind of deal.The only other problem? Turns out, she's his kind of lady…

"I've got one rule and it's no women on board. Ever."When the youngest brother of the rough and tumble Smith family turned to smuggling, Fulton Smith knew he had to keep his operation simple to keep from being caught.But the beautiful stowaway, Sophie, makes his life anything but easy. His smuggling self knows he ought to drop her at the nearest port and follow his own damn rules. It's a dangerous business. The lord in him, however, can't help but protect the fragile beauty who has demons of her own.But when his past begins to haunt them too, danger lurks around every corner and not even his boat is fast enough to outrun it.Keeping her safe will push him to the breaking point.Keeping his hands off her…Impossible.

What's worse than an earl, marquess, or viscount? A duke, of course! Which infuriates Lily Grey. Men like him are the problem, they are NEVER a solution. It makes her molar's grind when the Drury Lane Theater insists she visit the man who has been nicknamed the DIFFICULT DUKE to secure funding for their renovation. "Why me?" she asks, barely containing her huff of breath."Because," the director gave her the once over. "You're the prettiest." She wished she might argue but she needed this job as much as the theater needed the financial backing of the duke. But she doesn't have to like it. Or him.And the fact that's he's breathtakingly handsome. That doesn't affect her at all. Absolutely not. All right. Maybe just a little… But she got this job to support herself and she has no intention of being swept away by any man. Least of all an arrogant duke.