She was bound by the strict conventions of England's Regency to a man she could never love, then bound by the ties of passion to a man she could never marry! For at Thorndene, she discovered a new and startling love, a love that was as intense as it was doomed..."You must leave Thorndene!" said the ghost. Then he added, more gently, "I come to warn you, not to harm you. I may never touch you, any more than a shadow may..""What does that signify?" Nell asked. "Since you are dead, you can have no need or inclination to touch me anyway.""You can't know much about men-or ghosts-or how delightful you look in that nightdress, if you believe that," he said with disturbing sincerity.Nell blushed and pulled the bedclothes over her. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Then, as suddenly as it had appeared, the ghostly figure was gone...

    . . Sylvie, the prize in a card game, and the Earl of Ives, who wins the game, wage a war of wills, each desperately hoping to capture the other!

    Little did she know that the man who would steal her heart would be her brother-in-law.

    She was lovely and innocent but intelligent enough to long for experiences beyond the teas and parties and silly drawing-room chatter.Then she met Lord Airde and Sir Andrew, two fascinating men involved in the search for mysterious secret documents. Suddenly, Stephanie was plunged into an adventure far beyond the dreams of any country girl....

    She hoped to turn his affections away from the greedy misterss who was quickly putting him into debt.But she hadn't counted on a much more dangerous threat to Anthony's money - and his life. His aunt Bess was spreading rumors all over London that Anthony's father, Lord Clavendon, had murdered his two brothers to obtain his title and money. And to make matters even more complicated, a Mr. Beresford seemed to be involved in a plot to eliminate Anthony. Ellen was lovely and very bright. She knew that if she kept her head she would be able to solve the whole Entanglement.

    Her sheltered past left her quite unprepared for the seductive sophistication that now enticed her in the handsome face and elegant form of Sir Madoc Vaughan. Some called Sir Madoc a notorious rake in search of a fortune. Others declared him a brilliant, bitter man in exile from the highest circles of government. Corralie knew only that he was the man she had to have . . . even if it meant following him into a world of shadowy intrigue and deadly danger . . . and competing for his love against the unscrupulous ways and sensual wiles of the woman who was everything that Corralie never had been and feared to be . .