Laure Elizabeth must marry. She is of age and like most of girls of her statue , the Duke , her father, has choosen her husband " Dear God give me the grace to win my husband's heart. " sigh Laure. A great man awaits you her father repeatly told her but a cold icy glare greeted her. Can this man be tender..Can this man love her ?

Hope Hillburn was born to a life of servitude and never once questioned her role in society. As a lady's maid to Noelle Parrish, she had everything she wanted out of life; a secure and honorable post, a decent room to call her own, and ample time to write fantastical tales of winsome creatures while her mistress, Lady Noelle, attended the various society events offered by the ton. Lady Noelle Parrish knew that her father was anxious to see her wed but she never imagined he'd go behind her back and arrange for her to marry against her will, to a duke with a questionable reputation no less. Disheartened by the prospect of marrying a man she's never met and the possibility of foregoing a lifetime of love, Noelle makes the impulsive decision to flee England with an American gentleman she's only just met. There's only one problem... Lady Noelle's father, the Earl of Brattondale, would never permit her to marry an untitled American, nor was he willing to go back on his word to the duke. In her desperation, Lady Noelle convinces Hope to take her place after noticing an uncanny resemblance between them both. Against her own better judgment, Hope agrees to take Noelle's place when she realizes there's no other way for Noelle to flee to America without causing her family disgrace. Thrown into a life she has only ever viewed from the outside, Hope must convince everyone that she is a lady lest her farce be discovered. She is confident that she can handle society's strict rules of propriety but she soon learns that guarding her heart from falling in love with an incredibly handsome, self assured duke with a penchant for snarling isn't going to be quite as easy.

*This is an excerpt* Lady Olivia Cavendish had resigned herself to spinsterhood after she had been jilted by her fiancé. She's beautiful and rich, her father is the Duke of Devonshire. But she learnt the hard way that being the daughter of a Duke does not always guarantee happiness. Mr. Jacob Townshend- a self made man, rich beyond reason and handsome as the very devil arrives in England after spending seven years on the continent. These past years had turned the once good-natured Jacob into a heartless rogue. Read "Romancing a spinster" on the *goodnovel.com* and *hinovel* to find out what happens when this scoundrel romances our spinster.

Lady Eliza Turner has no interest in finding herself a wealthy husband, she has her books, her best friend Charlotte, and plenty of opinions on what society expects from her. When her curiosity gets the better of her, and she ends up in a compromising position with the desirable Duke Harrington she must use all her wits and charm to survive the scandal she has created. Jasper Harrington doesn't enjoy attending social occasions especially when opinionated women think that it is acceptable to criticise him, but there is something about Eliza that he can't quite bear to part with. Are this odd couple going to find a happy ever after together or apart?

Lady Aria Alford, daughter of the Duke of Wellington has always dreamed of finding love. However, her occasional clumsiness and unspoken demeanor cause her to be a less than desirable woman of society as she is often reminded. Her love of reading and adventurous spirit may lead her down a path she did not expect and allow her to meet someone with the potential to make her dream a reality. Lord Nicholas Sterling, aspiring physician and son of the Earl of Suffolk dreams of starting his own practice after returning back home from studying and travelling abroad. Hardships paint the way for Nicholas as well as unexpected blessings in accomplishing his goal. Something he was not prepared for was meeting a beautiful woman with sparkling blue eyes who would take him on a journey he could not have conjured on his own. Unforeseen circumstances, mystery, murder? Much awaits Aria and Nicholas as their paths cross. Both looking to accomplish their dreams, but just what will it take to reach them?

***This is my original work, and if anyone decides to steal it and post it anywhere else without specific permission, I will not hesitate to take legal action against you!!!!*** A girl to take home to one's mother with no fear of sharp disapproval. Sure, she was plain and dull, but she was the sort one could settle down with in a few years after the sowing of the wild oats was completed. . .if one could get past how plain and ordinary she was that is. In truth, Lady Lavinia Antrucha was nothing compared to her sister, Cassandra. She had neither beauty nor social notoriety. . .but at least she didn't leave a trail of broken hearts behind her. She's the one people go to when they're in trouble and don't know what to do, the one who is supposed to be the stronger of the two Antrucha girls, the one her parents expect will stay with them for the rest of their lives, because what man would want to marry plain, little Lavinia? The most sought after bachelor in all of Scotland, the life of any given party, that's what they named Laird Ethan Brodi. He was the toast of high society and the man every mother yearned to see on their doorstep, asking to see their fine daughter. He knew there was something more to life than petty women who couldn't see past his fine physique, and he intended to find it; that is, until his father decided he had spent enough time unmarried and forged an alliance with the rich Antruchas by promising him in marriage to the eldest daughter who would certainly match Ethan in good looks and fine tastes. As far as Ethan was concerned, Lady Cassandra Antrucha could take a long walk off a short pier, but his father's word was law, and so to England he must go to meet his future bride. Can he go through with a marriage when his heart yearns for another? #Wattys2016

"I need you to tame her," says the Earl. "She's your daughter, Milord. Not a thoroughbred horse,"replies the Governess. "Just keep her away from me. I'm busy," says him coldly. "Your daughter deserves love from you. She isn't a doll, kept in a box for safekeeping," protests the Governess again. Is she taming Kimberly? Or the Earl's cold heart? This is a story of Margie (Iversley #2). You could read these completed stories separately. -Black Widow (Iversley#1) -Zinfadel pianist Earl (Trentham#1) (sequel to Iversley#2) -You belong to me (Trentham#2) -Scarlet (popularity has it's price) Please vote and comment. Thanks:)

( COMPLETED STORY) What happens when the rakish Lord in the whole of London is truly falling in love with a simple, plain, and most ordinary girl, something he has been avoiding- his innermost fear. True love? Miss Amy Ott is London's newest riddle. . . She's the mysterious niece of one of England's wealthiest dukes, and is about to encounter her first season. Knowing nothing about the workings of corsets and country dances, she's looking for any help she can find... even when it comes from the most unlikely source... London's infamous rogue-an older Duke. Duke Wardington's face transformed into something... dark . "Don't fear, Miss Ott. I have no desire of you. What if I told you that I could make you the belle of the ball? In every ball. The entire season." Amy chuckled. "Me? The belle of the ball? Impossible!" ... Or was it? This catches the attention from the most unlikely, most alluring man in all of London. Lord Nathaniel Dawnton knows what he wants. Amy Ott. And... this is definitely not in a way that he could speak of in public. The scoundrel, who blackened his own soul, had met all sorts of women throughout his years, but none like Amy. He's intrigued and won't stop until he has her. When Nathaniel's pursuits meet the walls of Amy's strength, the young lord is ready to jump those walls blindly... But... he doesn't realize that a jump toward Amy might mean a fall toward love... something he has been avoiding-his innermost fear ... true love. Find out NOW!

**WATTYS 2018 SHORTLIST** (COMPLETED) The early 17th century England- a time when women were treated as mere commodities for their families and burdened with unreasonable expectations of beauty and mannerisms. In such a world, Lord Bradford raises his daughter, a girl of Indian descent named Saya, with all the love and care. He wishes only to see her settled with an eligible husband; one who would be able to see past the society's prejudice and love her for the kind woman that she is. Lord Zachary Hayworth, a courageous Knight and a man of high social standing, is displeased with the prospect of marriage with Lady Saya Bradford. She has nothing of what he had desired in a wife. Her swarthy complexion and plump body, is highly unbecoming of a Noble woman. The fact that she wasn't even a Noble by birth irked him to no end. But he is stuck with her by the decree of the King. When Saya finds herself married to the wonderful Lord Hayworth, she feels optimistic about the future ahead- a future that she intends to share with him. However, Lord Hayworth wastes no time in making his displeasure known. Her world is left asunder when the reality of her situation- as his undesirable wife, sinks in... *UNEDITED* [The sequel 'His Redemption, Her Legacy' has been completed]

In a story of healing, love and family, follow the stories of three sisters Rosalie, Alyssa and Honey as they seek to knit the wounds of their souls through finding love. "I believe intentions are as important as actions, " Rosalie whispered. Where was she going with this, she hadn't quite planned. The air around the two strangers stilled, somehow although not consciously they had both inched closer. Their hands intertwined seemed to represent a lot more. "I guess, I should still find a way to thank you for your intentions," Rosalie murmured intimately. This was riske, instinctual but still riske. "No need " Blake hushed back, her other hand moved to cover their hands and trailed to his wrist, perhaps more for her own balance or perhaps to ground her in what she was about to do next. Whatever, it was, whether it was the way Blake scanned Rosalie as though she was the breaking of dawn in autumn, or the rush of energy surging from her near-death experience, or the fact that his hand provided a warmth that was both corporal and... spiritual. Rosalie stepped close, brushing her lips softly against his. It was soft, restrained. Rosalie's mind rolled with waves of sensations. She moved her hands up to his neck and pushed harder against his mouth, savouring his taste of something like berries and mint. Although shock rolled through his body, Blake soon felt that Rosalie was no novice in kissing. The gentleness was replaced by a daring dart of the tongue before she pulled away, taking his oxygen with her.