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Matt Devlin is the ultimate millionaire playboy, and irresistibly charming. The members of his family, however, are constantly trying to find him a suitable wife. Then Matt has an accident, and his suspicions are aroused when blond, beautiful Kat is hired to help him recover.But Matt is surprised at Kat's cool professionalism as a physiotherapist – maybe she is there to massage, not marry him. So why does he find her touch so arousing – has he at last found his prospective wife?

ASHTON BEDEVERE: RENOWNED LIBERTINE WHO CAN RUIN A REPUTATION QUICKER THAN OTHER GENTLEMEN CAN DRINK THEIR BRANDYAfter years in Italy, honing his skills in the delicious art of seduction, Ashe returns to London’s high-class establishments – preceded, of course, by his reputation for lavish opulence and unashamed wickedness. Then his scandalous ways are abruptly ended by his father’s death.To claim what is rightfully his, notorious lothario Ashe must do the inconceivable – take a wife! But who could possibly even think about marrying such a man? Certainly not the lovely Genevra Ralston. After all, she’d be finished in polite society. Wouldn’t she? Yet Ashe’s notorious charm and practised touch could prove irresistible… Rakes Beyond Redemption Too wicked for polite society…

The world’s most beloved detective, Hercule Poirot – the legendary star of Agatha Christie’s Murder on the Orient Express and most recently The Monogram Murders and Closed Casket—returns in a stylish, diabolically clever mystery set in 1930’s London.Returning home after lunch one day, Hercule Poirot finds an angry woman waiting outside his front door. She demands to know why Poirot has sent her a letter accusing her of the murder of Barnabas Pandy, a man she has neither heard of nor ever met.Poirot has also never heard of a Barnabas Pandy, and has accused nobody of murder. Shaken, he goes inside, only to find that he has a visitor waiting for him – a man who also claims also to have received a letter from Poirot that morning, accusing him of the murder of Barnabas Pandy…Poirot wonders how many more letters of this sort have been sent in his name. Who sent them, and why? More importantly, who is Barnabas Pandy, is he dead, and, if so, was he murdered? And can Poirot find out the answers without putting more lives in danger?