Excerpt:

From Legend of Love

The bright rays of the early morning sun reflected off the piece of parchment Beth Daly held tightly in her hands. A musty scent, a combination of dust and mold, clung to the paper. Her hands started to tremble as she considered all of the exciting possibilities.

"What does it say?" she asked handing it back to the antique shop owner.

Gray-haired Cora Grayson adjusted her bifocals and sighed, "I'm afraid I don't know." The older woman paused deep in thought. "But I think I know who will."

Beth ran the tip of her finger across an arched metal wing. "Hmmm. Anyone I know?" Cora smiled, "That nice young curator over at the Rathburn Museum. Malcolm Leighton-Tate."

She had to smile, "I believe you’ve mentioned his name in passing." Cora Grayson had been a good friend these last years since Beth's love of antique glassware had first brought her to the door of Cora's Collectibles. It was her firm friendship with its owner kept her coming back. As always, whenever the kindly storeowner called Beth to see the latest piece of glassware she had found just for her, Beth experienced the feeling of being swept along in a whirlwind of activity.

"Have I, dear?"

Beth lifted her head and her gaze met Cora’s, "At least a half dozen times."

From The Duke, the Kiss, and the Vow

"Girls. Lights out!"

"Come on Bobbi," her sister Sandy begged. "Finish the chapter. Please?"

Bobbi closed the borrowed book. She wanted to read more, too, but knew they’d be pushing their luck.

"Mom sounds mad. We'd better go to bed."

"For Pete's sake, you can't leave us hanging," Sandy grumbled. "I won't sleep a wink until I find out if the Duke marries Gizelle or not."

"Can't you please just finish the page?" Irene asked. "I want to find out if he kisses the breath out of her again. I really liked that part." Her youngest sister lay on her stomach with her chin propped up on her hands. Her brown eyes twinkling with delight.

"Girls." Their mother's voice interrupted the discussion.

"'Night, mom," the three Beaudoine sisters chorused.

"Get the flashlight," Bobbi said, "Hurry up."

"Hey," Irene whined. "Wait for me."

Bobbi held up the quilt while her youngest sister dove under. Sandy held the flashlight while Bobbi read...

...The Duke pulled Gizelle into his arms and stole her breath with another mind-numbing kiss. When his bride's knees gave way, he smiled.

"I love you," Gizelle whispered against his throat.

"Then show me how much, love." Lifting her into his arms the Duke of Athmore, raced up the steps to their bedroom two at a time...