Lady Phoebe Landon has little interest in men until a chance encounter on the beachfront brings her face to face with a disheveled cavalry officer who knows just how to trip her pulse and inspire her every forbidden desire. Only after she becomes hopelessly drawn to the man does she learn that he's none other than the notorious James Witherspoon. Not only is Colonel Witherspoon known for his womanizing and depravity, but all of England knows he murdered her brother fifteen years prior. James is not the man England has labeled him. Although he enjoys his whiskey a little too often-and his women just as much-deep down inside, there is the real James Witherspoon lurking, struggling to break free of his past mistakes. It's not until he meets his Siren by the edge of the ocean that he feels the need to become the man Phoebe Landon deserves...as long as she gives him a chance.

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.

Roman Sharpe, former Major in the Napoleonic Wars, has inherited the Lordship of Trevallen Manor and two little girls with the death of his brother. Dark, silent and brooding, Roman opens his doors to Emma Reid, a soft-spoken Londoner, who is alone in the world after the death of her father. The two slowly begin to discover hidden truths about their lives, their passions, and ultimately, themselves.

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