Miss Harriet Witherspoon inherits a grand estate… with one peculiar condition: she must spend thirty nights under the same roof as the (utterly infuriating) Captain Alec Hargrove, a war hero named in the late lord’s will for reasons no one quite understands. With only one bedroom warm enough to sleep in and servants who delight in matchmaking, the pair are soon stuck in a battle of wills, wit, and wildly inconvenient desire. To preserve her reputation—and keep the scandal sheets from circling—they agree to a false engagement. But thirty nights in the same house, with only one warm ...

A young, reserved governess arrives at a grand estate to tutor the unruly son of a widowed lord. Beneath her prim exterior, she harbors a fascination with forbidden literature, secretly penning her own sensual tales. One stormy night, the lord discovers her hidden manuscripts, and instead of dismissing her, he demands she read them aloud. What begins as a tense recitation soon unravels into a mutual exploration of their repressed desires, with the flickering candlelight and creaking manor walls as their only witnesses.

Lady Penelope Thornfield is everything a proper lady ought to be—on the surface. Beneath her refined exterior lies a sharp wit and a hidden appetite for the forbidden pages of scandalous novels. But when a chance encounter with the Duke of Ashbourne—London’s most infamous rake—threatens to expose her secret vice, she strikes a dangerous bargain: mutual blackmail for mutual benefit. What begins as a calculated game of desire quickly spirals into something far more perilous. Behind closed doors, Penelope and Julian burn through rules and reputations with every clandestine meeting. But...

At a masquerade ball hosted in a sprawling London townhouse, a mysterious woman in a crimson velvet mask catches the eye of a disillusioned barrister. She lures him through shadowed corridors to a hidden parlor, where an exclusive society gathers to indulge in whispered fantasies. Behind the anonymity of their masks, they shed the rigid propriety of Victorian society, and their encounter becomes a dance of power, seduction, and fleeting intimacy—leaving him haunted by her identity long after the night fades. Written in first person from the male POV.

Juliet: It is my duty to obey, to give my body and blood to a vampire master until he no longer has use for me. There is no escape. Nowhere to run. Follow the rules or die. I don't want to die. Darius: Twenty-two years of conditioning has crafted the perfect poison-a weapon my enemies won't see coming. I'll break her, train her, and use her to take down everyone who stands in my way. She's alluring. She's perfect. And she's mine.