Gwendolyn Brocklesby needs to lose her virginity, and she needs to do it tonight.

The bespectacled bluestocking beekeeper was initially ecstatic to inherit an unexpected fortune. But then Gwendolyn’s brother, who is also her legal guardian, conspires to marry her to one of his horrible friends so they can split her inheritance. In a stroke of luck, her new bridegroom manages to take a drunken tumble out of his highflyer on their wedding night, breaking his neck.

The problem? The marriage was never consummated, and now Gwendolyn’s brother is pushing for an annulment. If Gwendolyn can manage to divest herself of her virginity in the next twenty-four hours, she will be an independent widow in control of her own fortune. But if she can’t, the future is too grim to contemplate.

Enter the Wicked Widows, who sneak Gwendolyn out of the house and into London’s most notorious bachelor auction. Gwendolyn knows at once which man she should choose—Tom Talbot, the reigning heavyweight champion. Her horrible brother wouldn’t dare to cross the burly boxer who could crush him with one hand. Summoning all of her courage, she places her bid.

Tom knows that the career of a boxer is short, and he needs to find a way to make a living that doesn’t involve getting punched in the face. But no one has ever wanted him to be anything but a brute… until a certain eccentric bluestocking comes stumbling into his life. Gwendolyn has this misguided notion that Tom is some kind of hero.

Now, this unlikely pair are reunited beneath the candlelight at the Wicked Widows’ Christmas Ball. But disaster also comes calling. Can the boxer and the bluestocking fight for a future… together?

First, he jilted her. Then, he humiliated her…

The Weatherby Wallflowers received their unfortunate nickname when Rupert Dupree, the second son of the Earl of Rottenbury, jilted Clarissa, then decamped for the Continent. When a gossip sheet published Rupert’s letter forcefully rejecting their proposed union, all four Weatherby sisters became laughingstocks. Clarissa hadn’t much been looking forward to marrying a stranger, but she has hated ‘Rotten Rupert’ ever since.

But you can’t keep a Weatherby Wallflower down…

Now the consummate wallflower, Clarissa finds her true purpose: gathering information for the Home Office. It’s the one advantage of blending into the wallpaper—nobody even notices that Clarissa is in the room, much less that she is surreptitiously listening to everyone’s secrets.

One Fine May…

Furious that his son was featured in the notorious Rake Review column, Evander Beauclerk's stickler father issues an ultimatum: give up his dissolute ways and marry a respectable woman by the end of the month, or the family fortune will go to his dimwitted cousin. Vander knows plenty of courtesans and opera dancers, but only one respectable woman, and that's his best friend's little sister, Lady Leticia Daughtrey. Desperate, he asks Letty to help him find a suitable bride.

He'll look and see…

For one heartbreaking moment, Letty thought Vander was asking her to marry him. The notion isn't so far-fetched—after two men issued competing proposals in the middle of a crowded ballroom, the bachelors of London have developed a newfound appreciation for the girl they'd always taken for granted.

And he will know their love was meant to be…

Now, not only does Letty have to figure out which of her own suitors to marry, she's tasked with finding a bride for the man she's pined after for years. But Letty isn't going down without a fight. If she's going to help Vander, he can bloody well help her, too. And how can she choose which man should share her bed for the rest of her life if she's never even had a proper kiss? Letty and Vander's tutorials quickly go from illustratory to incendiary. Which is just how Letty wants it. Because…

One Fine May, he's gonna want her for his girl!

They call them the Weatherby Wallflowers…

After her mother's death, Eleanor Weatherby has had a hard enough time shepherding her three younger sisters through the world and running her father's household on a shoestring budget. But now her father, an eccentric naturalist who has always shown more interest in birds and beetles than his own flesh and blood, has sold their home so he could afford passage on an exploratory voyage around the world! Suddenly the four sisters dubbed the Weatherby Wallflowers don't even have a roof over their heads.

Their only chance…

Eleanor somehow manages to secure an invitation to the Countess of Milthorpe's house party, which buys them two weeks of shelter. Eleanor is firmly on the shelf, but her youngest sister, Philippa, manages to catch the eye of Felix St. James, younger brother of the Duke of Norwood. If Pippa can bring Felix up to scratch, it will draw them back from the brink of destitution.

The man standing in their way…

There's only one problem—Jasper St. James, the Duke of Norwood. He immediately marked Pippa as an upstart miss who was only after his brother's fortune. Jasper vows that he won't let Felix out of his sight. But at every turn he is foiled by Eleanor Weatherby, who seems as determined to promote the match as Jasper is to prevent it.

Being ruined is the least of Isabella Astley's problems.

Visiting the Dark Walks of Vauxhall seemed like a harmless adventure at the time. But ever since Lady Isabella overheard men plotting treason, someone has been trying to kill her!

Her only hope is Archibald Nettlethorpe-Ogilvy, a rich industrialist and engineering savant. Archibald fell hopelessly in love with Isabella the moment he clapped eyes on her. He has been scorned by so many women for being in trade that he knows such an ethereal beauty could never come to care for the likes of him. But now her life is in danger, and he happens to be one of the few men with enough wealth and power to protect her. Seizing his chance, he proposes marriage, an offer Isabella has no choice but to accept.

Passion flares between these unexpected lovers. For Archibald, putting his life on the line to keep Isabella safe is the easy part. But showing the woman who could crush him with a word his heart, and his true self? That is more terrifying than facing a thousand hired assassins…

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