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Miss Ella St. Trevelyon lives in the attic of her former home, working as an unpaid housekeeper to her usurping uncle, her only companions a pet squirrel and a three-legged cat. When Ella accompanies her cousin Fulvia to the theatre, she meets a man of princelike wealth, with forceful features and insolent manners. Unfortunately, Lord Peregrine is engaged to marry Fulvia. Fiennes is not a man who would chase after a woman, waving a shoe. But he is a man used to getting what he wants. And he wants Ella.

Miss Beatrice Valentine is having a horrible first Season, shamed for her curves by Lady Regina Haywood. Despite Regina's attempts to make Bea a wallflower, Bea finds herself torn between Regina's fiancé, the rakish, quick-tempered Lord Peregrine, and Regina's brother, the war-hero, the Duke of Lennox. Bea is determined to marry a kindly man, and certainly no one attached to Regina. But both of these gentlemen are determined to seduce her...and one will succeed.

Miss Daisy Wharton had grown accustomed to thinking of Lord Miles Devin as a man who can solve any problem, so when her half-sister Belle is left in a basket at her door, she turns to Miles, hoping he can save Belle from an orphanage. Miles has decided to marry, but impetuous Daisy is out of question-until he is forced to propose. After her lie unravels, Daisy promises to be an honourable, virtuous, and perfect wife in every way. When she isn't, their marriage breaks down.

Livie never worried much about the world's opinion of her - until the world despised her. One minute she is happily dancing through her first Season, and the next her family is plunged into scandal and exiled from society. Stealing into a masquerade ball, she meets the handsome, honourable Major FitzRoy, son of an earl. Yet if she removes her mask and tells Joshua her name, the scandal might engulf him as well. Could he possibly love her enough to give up his career - and his honour?

Izzy - Dying young is tragic. Dying young and being reborn over and over for all eternity? That’s exhausting. My goal had always been to reunite with my sister witches and break the curse put on us. Love was a risk I wasn’t willing to take. It wasn’t worth knowing it’d end in heartbreak. Then a handsome beast found me and took me as his mate. Grant McTavish linked our souls without giving me a choice. Now, with a ticking clock, a shifter pack on the hunt for me and my sisters, and Grant trying to claim my heart, I’ve got to save myself in order to save the man I don’t want to love.

Thousands of years ago, I fell from heaven to love a human woman. I willingly gave up my wings; shunned my place in heaven because she was all I needed. Then I lost everything. Forced to live on inside the body of a vampire, I searched for her, knowing she'd return to me in another life. But I finally gave up hope of finding my love, as so many of my fallen brothers had also done. I went dormant; gave over control to my vampire host, Galen - until Reese woke me, and my search began again. But heaven and hell are on the edge of war, and I'm the only one who can stop it.

"Must be brave, stubborn, and impervious to the tempers of loved ones". The first line hissed with history. "Hours are endless, pay is non-existence, quitting absolutely forbidden". The second line ached with truth. "Able to function on no sleep, refrain from running when times get hard, and be more than just a living canvas but a lover". The third thrummed with honesty. "Other attributes required: forgiving, opinionated, and not afraid to tell me when I'm wrong. Must also enjoy being touched and kissed at any time of my choosing".

“Must be slim, able to stand for long periods of time, and be impervious to the cold.” The headline caught my attention. “Hours are negotiable, pay is minimal, clothing absolutely forbidden.” The second line piqued my curiosity. “Able to hold your bladder and tongue, refrain from opinions or suggestions, and be the perfect living canvas.” The third made me scowl. I should’ve kept scrolling past the advertisement. I should’ve applied for the boring receptionist job at minimum wage. I should’ve clicked on any other job where I got to keep my clothes on. But I didn’t.

She was forbidden, and I gave everything to be with her. My grace. My wings. My place in heaven. But still, she was taken from me. Now, thousands of years later, I’ve found her in another life, but she doesn’t know me, and her heart belongs to another. The other Watchers are getting bolder. Soon war will be here. With every fight, I grow closer to heaven but farther from my Selah. I can’t lose her again, not when she’s finally within my grasp. I’ll make her see, help her remember us.