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Elle ne l’a jamais désiré… Il avait besoin d’elle… Dans le tourbillon du Londres victorien, où le scandale se murmure dans les salons feutrés et où l’amour se heurte aux conventions, Claudia Akford et Lord Shillington sont liés par un désir interdit et un passé tourmenté. Après un mariage cruel et oppressant, Claudia Akford émerge enfin des ombres de son passé, bien décidée à retrouver son indépendance et à se forger un avenir à sa mesure. Désormais veuve, elle a juré de ne plus jamais dépendre d’un homme. Pourtant, le charismatique Lord Shillington menace de briser toutes ses résolutions.

Plongée au cœur de l’aristocratie anglaise du XVIIIᵉ siècle, Lady Amelia voit son univers basculer à la mort de son père. Privée de repères et prisonnière des contraintes de son jeune âge, elle s’entoure de nouveaux alliés pour élaborer un plan audacieux : quatre semaines pour régler ses affaires et conquérir en secret un lord anglais, espérant ainsi ancrer son avenir dans sa patrie bien-aimée.

Lady Grace has everything high society could envy—beauty, title, privilege. But none of these treasures can match what she stands to lose: Lewis, the man who holds her heart. Torn between duty and desire, Grace defies convention and sets off across the wilds of Scotland to find the man she loves before it's too late. Lewis Lockhart believed that by exiling himself from England—and Grace—he was protecting her from scandal. However, fate decides otherwise when Grace braves all dangers to reach him.

A holiday in the Algarve, Portugal... sunshine... fun-shine was exactly what I needed. Time to be myself—time to rediscover the woman I was before the nightmares, bizarre dreams, and sleepwalking. Yet, I didn’t expect to meet Tomás Ferreira, a man made for pleasure. My heart raced with unfulfilled excitement, a fire burned in my belly, and swirling flames danced against my thighs. I was a glorious mess. Where did Tiegan Moss come from? And why was she suddenly there on the Day of the Dead, the day the door to the otherworld swung open, the day the veil was thin?

I saw her through the melee of holiday shoppers, decked out in an ugly Christmas sweater with an elf hat atop her strawberry curls. Her emerald eyes sparkled. Her smile dazzled. Mary Christmas, the girl who stole my boyish heart and years later sent the man packing. I vowed there and then to rekindle the fire in her heart. I could have married Christopher Northbrook. When he popped the question, I hadn’t said no—I didn't say yes. Like my father and grandfather, I was charged with keeping the Christmas secret safe. Leaving Forest Falls was out of the question.