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A Lady Risks AllIt would be unwise to mistake me for an innocent debutante – for years I have graced the smoky gloom of many a billiards club and honed my skills at my father’s side.But now he has a new protégé – a Captain Greer Barrington – and while my father would see me attract the attentions of an eligible lord, I, Mercedes Lockhart, have other ambitions… Even if that means seducing the Captain to earn back my father’s favour! I know I must avoid falling for Greer’s charming smile . . . but his sensual kisses could be worth the risk …A Lady DaresAccording to society, I, Elise Sutton, haven’t been a lady for quite some time – a lady couldn’t possibly run the family company and spend her days on London’s crowded, tar-stained docks. And she most certainly wouldn’t associate herself with the infamous Dorian Rowland – privateer, smuggler and The Scourge of Gibraltar himself!But I need Rowland and his specialised expertise, especially with the wolves circling, waiting for me to fail. I yearn to feel alive and Rowland, who can kiss like the devil, inflames my senses and makes me dare to break free …

A gripping psychological thriller, taking the reader from 21st century Britain to the darkest days of war-torn Eastern Europe.The cries of the innocent echo through the years…Her obsession with history has cost Helen Kovacs her life. Helen’s research into the Nazi occupation of Eastern Europe was a secret she kept from even her closest friend, Faith Lange. Now Faith, retracing Helen’s last steps, is convinced that the man the police have arrested is not the killer. Journalist Jake Denbigh’s investigations have led him to the same conclusion.Faith is disturbed by Denbigh’s digging. Among the refugees from the concentration camps of Minsk were war criminals masquerading as victims. Could Faith’s beloved grandfather Marek be hiding such a secret? And does the reason for Helen’s murder lie in the mass graves of the Kurapaty Forest – or much closer to home?