Kingdoms of colors.... When the Red Brigade takes Jayford Winnow upon his father's death, his older sister, Freya, vows to find him again. But without a name and eleven years gone by, can she keep her promise? Doing so will mean defying her King, possibly losing the brother she fought so hard to find, and risking the true love she found along the way...

********************************** "Um...it's from 'Branded', a burger place on Broome Street. They mostly sell burgers and fries," I say, like some redundant nitwit. Because what else would a burger place sell, Emmy? Duh! "Riiight," he drawls, adding to my embarrassment. "So, Emeline..." "You can call me Emmy," I interrupt. (Great, now he thinks you're dumb and rude) "I like the sound of Emmy better anyway," Mr. Branault says. "Emeline makes you sound like a character from 'little house on the prairie'." I should probably be insulted by his observation, but instead, am compelled to laugh because I couldn't agree more. Emeline is totally a 'little house on the prairie' name. I'm just disappointed that I didn't think of it first. ********************************************* 'Old money'(n.) - of, being, or related to people whose families have been rich for a long time 'Straight up broke'(n.) - of, being so poor that you contemplate stealing dollar bills out of a street performer's guitar case Mr. Charles Branault is 'old money'. Emeline Adkins is 'straight up broke'. Hold onto your hats kiddos, cause this office romance is going to be a bumpy ride.

Have you ever wanted someone who doesn't want you? Miss Josephine Yorke hasn't, at least not yet. The beautiful Miss Yorke has been promised to a stranger for as long as she can remember, but Miss Josephine has no intention of following her controlling father's wishes. Fortunately for Josephine, her would-be-betrothed feels just as she. After a tumultuous first encounter, the ill-tempered Mr. Charles Tennyson entangles Josephine in a scheme. Who better to find a replacement husband, than Charles himself? But Josephine soon realizes, our lists of wants are often not what we need. ********************************** "How will I continue to suffer your company?" Josephine moaned. "I fear you might drive me to bloodshed!" "And I fear you might drive me to madness! But I hope to find you a husband before it comes to that." He studied her a moment, his eyes drifting about her figure, the scrutiny making her feel awkward. "Preferably a husband with keen eyesight, yet deficient in hearing." Josephine's mouth dropped at his inappropriate compliment, followed by an inappropriate insult. *I am going to be a murderess...at least, then, marriage will be the least of my problems.* *************************************