In a desperate attempt to secure a roof over her younger sister's head, nineteen year old Allie Winthrop takes a job that no one else seemed too eager to apply for. The job is a maid position for a well to do family who had made a fortune in both the ranching and railroad industries. Her bosses, Mr. and Mrs. Treadwell, aren't exactly the friendliest of people. Pure snobs truly is what they are, but Allie is used to being looked down on by the wealthy. All she cares about is that the jobs pays well and offers room and board to not only her but her sister, Amelia. The Treadwell's had even agreed to allow Amelia to get schooling from the woman they employed to teach their own children. Life with the Treadwell's is better than the life that Allie and Amelia had known before and Allie feels content and secure until Amelia starts speaking of a man in the attic. Spurred by her sisters stories and by the Treadwell's startling reactions to her questions about the attic, Allie decides to take a look for herself. What she discovers there will change her life forever.

When an off-duty police officer paraglides into her remote English home the day before New Year's Eve, wrecking part of her property and endangering her livelihood, Hettie Sampson can't believe her bad luck. The last thing she needs is a cop hanging around, snooping into her business-even if he does have a body built for sin and a smile to die for. All Nate Taylor wanted was a brief, adrenaline-fuelled escape from the memories of his failed relationship and now he's in a quandary-fix his mistake and risk getting stranded or ignore his conscience and leave the fiery-spirited owner of the property in a mess. When a snowstorm hits and they're trapped together, it's only a matter of time before Nate discovers the guilty secret that Hettie's been keeping, finding himself pulled deeper into her life than he ever could have imagined. The question is, can they keep their hearts on ice amidst the heat of their connection? Or will they lose their cool and fall headlong in love?

A toss of the dice, doomed Evangeline to an uncertain future. Her father gambled away their families fortune leaving her in the hands of a ruthless man determined to have her at any cost to repay their debt. She escapes him, and a series of unfortunate events lands her in the company of two pickpockets and two goons that teach her how to survive the London slums. A change of fate lands her in the home of Adrian St. James, a wealthy Earl. She's caught stealing from him. But, when he learns of her predicament he swears to protect her and in doing so in his care, this defiant street urchin turns into an elegant beauty before his eyes. The daring beautiful thief not only took his breath away but in the process stole his heart.

"Never underestimate the power of a decent vocabulary." • • • Imagine if you could hear everything your neighbor did on the other side of the wall. Cook - clean - masturbate? Detective Russell Crane quickly deducts that the wall in his new apartment is surprisingly thin. And that his female neighbor has a fondness of vibrators. How much would you listen to? And more importantly; How would you react if you heard your neighbor moan your name after having just met her once?

"Before I show you who I am, I want you to remember what you're fighting for," Aide replied cautiously and gave them all a piercing stare. "Keep an open mind." "Just tell us, lad," Hanke snarled impatiently and bobbed his sword. "Brace yourselves," Aide said as he slowly reached for his hood. Emaia's heart pounded vigorously in her chest, so loudly, she feared people could hear. This was it. She would finally see the face of her rescuer, the face she had so longed to see. Aide gave them all one last lingering look before he closed his eyes. "Your whole world is about to change." He punctuated his sentence by pulling off his hood. The entire crowd gasped and all readied their weapons, as long silver hair burst free from the cloak and long slender ears appeared. It was impossible, Emaia thought. They had been extinct for decades. But there was no denying it. She looked at the man who had rescued her a few nights ago, and remembered him as charming and valiant. It all made so much sense now-why he could do, what he could do. He was an elf. And not just any elf. - A Northern Elf.