Forced to sail to the sun-drenched kingdom of Ardalone to fulfill a marriage alliance, Prince Thomas of Pretania must choose one of the Ardalonian princesses to be his wife. But every choice comes with consequences. Spurned by Thomas' older brother, Princess Dulciana stands to inherit the throne as she is eldest, but only if she marries an Ardalonian noble. Second-in-line Prince Frederico will do anything to ensure that doesn't happen. But beyond the palace gates, a rebellion is stirring...and if there's one thing Prince Thomas excels at, it's stirring up trouble. WARNING: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE SEASON SERIES! (Though I'm going to do my best to ensure you can read as a standalone if you don't want to read the first two.)

Charlotte Hampstead, a Baron's daughter, has absolutely no luck: especially in the husband hunting department. She can't play the harp, can't dance and certainly can't sing. Her only saving grace is the positively enormous dowry, but she refuses to marry any old fortune hunter whilst she's half in love with her childhood friend. Tommy Greene, Earl of Essex, is in a little bit of a pickle. He inherited a title, and all the debts with it. He's been in London for five whole years, but not one of the skittish schoolroom chits can he see as wife, and he needs an heiress desperately. Unless- there's been rumours of a priceless Shakespeare manuscript and the Essex family hidden around the Essex Estate: if he can find it, well there'd be more than enough money to pay off his Father's gambling debts and live in comfort. It's just the matter of finding it, and he not falling in love with his friend's little sister whilst doing so.

***2016 WATTY AWARD WINNER - VORACIOUS READS*** WINNER OF THE FICTION AWARDS 2016 - HISTORICAL FICTION Against all odds, Libby Marks-Whelan is back at court - and no longer confined to the service corridors as a lady-in-waiting. With the start of the new Winter Season, however, the competition for a crown just got a lot fiercer. Now that there are two princes searching for wives, Libby struggles not just against the other debutantes but also against the monotony of court life in her new position. With the queen's disapproval aimed squarely in her direction, will she weather the storm to win her prince? ***Please note that this story is the sequel to The Season. Since there are many characters, backstories, and subplots that I won't be able to fully explain in the first few chapters, I strongly recommend you read The Season first!***

**Only the bonus chapter is paid, the rest of the story is (and will stay) free!!** Libby Marks-Whelan is decidedly not a lady. Kicked out of nearly every finishing school in the country, she's shocked when her demure, straight-laced cousin Ella invites her to the royal court as attendant during her debutante season. What Ella fails to realize, however, is that Libby's brand of mischief is exactly the kind of distraction Prince Andrew is looking for during his inaugural season as an eligible bachelor. Cover designed by Adam Budny

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.