Strangers to lovers

A midnight rendezvous

A forgotten feather

And an hour that changed everything

Masks are something people wear when they dont wish to be found.

Sunshine Price questioned the wisdom of showing up at a Christmas masquerade when she hadnt been to a public affair in five years. She had learned to trust the advice of her friends at the Wicked Widows League. But when she finds herself caught up in a scandalous dare with a man shes never met, seen, or heard of, the idea of a reintroduction to society suddenly feels heartbreakingly foolish.

Phineas Martin Blackmore, the newly minted Viscount Davies, has sworn off house parties, Almacks, the season—anything with fainting females, in exchange for the open sea. But the reckoning hour has come, and his aunts are determined to see him landbound until he secures a future for the viscountcy. Hell agree to attend a masquerade for their benefit, but he never expected to meet his match at midnight.

Is she the stuff of dreams, or will Sunshine Price become his real-life sirens song?

The greatest challenge isnt the unmasking hour; its the hour that comes after.

When Remington Hawke crossed an ocean to visit his birthplace, he never anticipated there would be no room at the inn. But a chance encounter and a brilliant game of billiards resulted in an invitation he could not refuse and a woman he could never let go.

At twenty-five, Lovie Wright was on the shelf—not that she cared or even felt it. At least not until a stranger from out of town came along and challenged her complacency.

“You want to kiss me, Lovie Wright.” Those famous words would be her downfall or the beginning of everything. One thing was certain, however, the man who made that statement, that dare, was her future.

If Evelyn Markham entertained any aspirations of escaping an unwanted betrothal contract without a fine, shed have to do more than break a few rules. She'd need to set the ton on fire with gossip or be seen with a man whose name alone could cause a scandal. Dalton Rochester was just that man. From the moment she laid down a daring wager during a game of billiards, her fascination with the dashing rogue burgeoned into something heart-poundingly real.

The shilling Miss Markham surreptitiously slipped into Rochesters pocket now lay snug in his boot, a constant reminder that even the tiniest pebble could feel like a boulder under the right circumstances. This was especially true when his best friend's sister could send his pulse rioting with a look and his billiard stick missing on cue. When she whispered her challenge, Make the shot, and Ill make your day, he found himself bewitched by the forbidden lady.

But now, he must steel himself against her charm because for the past three months, the little hoyden has been sending him notes requesting a private rendezvous. At this rate, his friendship with her brother, whom he owed a great deal, would not survive. Nor, with her persistence, would her virtue.

She started as a pebble in his shoe but quickly became his rock.