She was supposed to be safe. He was supposed to be sensible. Neither planned on falling. ✧ Everyone agrees that the plain, wealthy Lady Noelle Hathaway is perfect for marriage. Sensible. Dutiful. Modest. The kind of woman men marry after their daring escapades in youth tire them. She's a stickler for rules and propriety. She'd rather tend to her roses than ruffle society's feathers. Which was precisely why Viscount Radley, now the new Lord Windmere, needed to marry her. A charming rogue, he lives for the chase. No woman has kept his attentions for long, and that's how he's always preferred it. No attachments. No tears. But then his father's will forces him into marriage, where he must be wed for six months or risk the estate being sold. So he comes up with a scheme for a temporary wife. And who better than Lady Hathaway? She's safe territory. Boring, even. With his rakish past and scandal-laden reputation, marrying her is the obvious, sensible choice. She would never stir his heart. Until she starts interfering with her old-fashioned opinions. Until those sad eyes unsettle him more than a thousand strings of reckless adventures ever did. Until he realises that she is temptation wrapped in propriety. Now he is discovering that the quiet ones burn with fire the brightest, and the hardest hearts fall the fastest.

Rose Langford was raised by her Uncle and Aunt who always encouraged her independent spirit. Deviating from the norm of the ton, she's remained unmarried and quite content. Though perhaps her rationale to stay as she is stems from her own philandering father. And it is that trait itself which has resulted in her distaste in the most renown rakes of England. William Cecil never wanted to wed. But with the consistent badgering of his sister and grandmother - it seems like he has no choice to settle. Childish and impulsive, his eye's are caught by a challenge he hopes to conquer. Though neither party ever wished for the other - a twist of circumstances seems to have tied their fates together.

Charlotte Cecil was always a beauty, elegant and refined in disposition. However, the moment she opens her mouth, all propriety of a lady is thrown out the window. With a rotten mouth and quite the head strong temper, it's no surprise that she's remained unmarried. However ever since her father passed away along with her freedom, Charlotte finds herself with no choice to marry on her brothers demands - or else be stripped of the life she's known. Handsome and devilishly charming, Jonathan Lennox fell in love with an angel. Well, a cruel one at that. But ever since he saw her, he was smitten by her looks and her personality. He was a man of challenge and he'd stop at nothing to get what he wanted. Since returning to London, Jonathan has one thing set on his mind. And that's taking a wife.

After an unexpected ceiling collapse sends her apartment into chaos, Madelaine Grayson ends up living with her brother - and dangerously close to his tattooed, way-too-charming roommate. He's off-limits... but resisting him might be impossible. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles. It's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection: sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right? *** "Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look