Parker Prescott had no intention of ever settling down, but Molly Hanks was the kind of woman who could stop a man in his tracks—with or without her buffalo gun!Molly knew a smooth-talking drifter when she saw one. A man with charm like that was dangerous. And she had better things to do than keep an eye on some silly cowboy.

A FORBIDDEN LOVEDetermined to successfully manage the castle so newly in her care, Ellen Wakelin carried out her duties with ruthlessness. Yet she could not help seeking out the company of Connor Brand, for it was only with the mysterious horse master that she could let down her guard and be her true self.The moment he discovered Ellen Wakelin in his room, Connor knew the new mistress of Lyonsbridge would be trouble. And as the former lord, the current horse master now had a problem even more pressing than regaining his heritage--for the raven-haired beauty was driving him to distraction.

Men wanted one thing--and noblewomen had no choiceCertainly her forced betrothal did nothing to convince Lady Alyce Sherborne otherwise. Would that she could choose how to live her life--and with whom! But given that freedom, would she turn down the subtly seductive Sir Thomas? The man who'd secured a king's ransom--and taken her heart in the bargain?Women, he was learning, were dangerousand of that lesson, there could be no better teacher than the deceptively sweet, distractingly beautifyl Lady Alyce. Truly she was a maid who bore watching--and Thomas Brand was only too happy to keep his eyes ever upon her!

Bridget had called St. Gabriel's monastery her home since her mysterious appearance years ago. Kept far from prying eyes amidst the gentle monks, the maiden was happy to care for her protectors. But after reading fanciful tales of Arthur and Guinevere, Bridget yearned for a handsome knight of her very own....On a quest to find his missing brother, Sir Ranulf Brand scoured the Norman countryside. Attacked by brigands and left for dead, he awoke in St. Gabriel's to visions of a golden-haired angel tending his wounds by candlelight. But the monks assured him 'twas nothing more than a phantom brought on by his injuries. Ye the petal-soft touch of her lips lingered on his mouth still....