Having wings is risky business when the woman of Cupid's dreams walks into his bakery.

When an impromptu kiss captures the imagination, either a spark will ignite or family interference will snuff the match. Charlotte Darrington adores being adored by the men in her circle. She’s in London at the request of her mother, and though her parent wants her to find an eligible gentleman and start a family, Charlotte delays. In her heart of hearts, she wants a man who can hold his own and won’t be cowed. Nathan Brigham, Marquess of Ravenhurst, is annoyed with the interfering redhead leading his nephew into the evergreen maze. When he would have delivered a dressing down, she stops his words with a kiss. No matter that he finds her attractive and a welcome distraction from his darkly brooding life, he refuses to succumb to Charlotte’s charms. Above everything, he won’t become the savage man his father was. Once they return to London from a house party at his country estate, the two can’t avoid each other. Stolen kisses and heated glances in shadowy halls as well as a questionable visit to White’s draw them closer. He can’t forget the demons from his past while her persistence to hear a declaration begs the question: to bed or to wed? From the AuthorWriting series romance in the Regency era is so fun! Especially when there are siblings and family involved, because, let's face it. Isn't the fabric of life woven in and around that? I hope you enjoy Charlotte's story. You met her in the previous book, Marriage Minded Lord. Now, she has her own adventures in To Bed or To Wed. From the Inside FlapOne more turn and they'd arrive at the heart of the evergreen maze. "Watch yourself, woman. You shouldn't order me about." She imagined she felt his anger flowing in her direction. "And if you persist in defying me, I will unleash my temper without regret." "Oh, bother." Her pulse pounded. That legendary temper. She trembled but couldn't decide if she wanted to see it or not. "Then, for the love of God, say nothing once we..." There was no more time for further conversation. They both entered a quaint circle in the heart of the maze. On a brilliant summer's day, a quiet conversation or assignation at one of the stone benches would be ideal, but on a winter's night, in the clear cold air, it was unfortunate. A blond man she assumed was Jamie's lover sat on a bench, breeches unfastened enough that his erect shaft had sprung free. In her shock, Charlotte pressed a hand to her mouth. She couldn't look away from Jamie. He dropped a gentle kiss on the man's lips then knelt in front of him. Seconds later, he took the engorged length into his month. The blond buried his hands into Jamie's hair and guided him downward. Neither man noticed Charlotte or the marquess. Both men wore expressions of intense bliss. Soft sounds of enjoyment drifted on the air. Behind her, Charlotte caught the swift intake of breath that signaled the marquess would either bellow or speak. Quickly, before they were discovered, she pulled him from the maze's center and back the way they'd come. She gained the first turn before he stopped moving. He simply halted and she had no choice except to stop as well. The man wouldn't budge. His arm tensed beneath her mittened fingers. The marquess resembled a boulder when he dug in his heels. "Lord Ravenhurst, please allow them privacy," she whispered. "Let us return to the house and you can ring a peal over my head if you want. I shall be glad to take full responsibility." "I will do no such thing. I need--" "Bollocks. Keep your voice down, you impossible man. There are worse things than your nephew finding love, however illicit." I cannot imagine how this scandal will play out. I'm so sorry, Mother. Desperate that he'd interrupt what was meant to be a private and intimate moment, Charlotte could think of only one way to silence the angered lord. She crushed her fingers in the lapels of his greatcoat, stood on tiptoe, and smashed her lips to his cold mouth in an impromptu kiss.

Sometimes the destination is not as important as the journey.  Blurb:  Ava Lesarris has her life figured out. She has a great job, has accepted her latent wolf shifter identity and is looking forward to climbing the corporate ladder. When a faulty GPS unit leads her to a town called Destiny, she’s in a quandary, even more so when she’s suddenly transported back to the year 1899.  Sam Tremaine is the last of his kind.  He’s a Phoenix, living in the brand new town of Destiny—a safe haven for rag-tag paranormals, but he can’t enjoy it.  He’s dying which leaves him with one regret.  He’s never found a woman whose spirit is as strong as his own.  He wants be remembered but time is running out, not to mention he hasn’t been able to get “it” up for years.  Worlds collide as the past and present come together.  Ava will need to figure out her purpose while Sam struggles to come to terms with his fate.  If they’re lucky, the special town will offer the answers they’re both seeking before the next phase of life begins.

A curse, a quest and keeping the paranormal peace? No problem. All in a day’s work. Sophia Raines has issues beyond being a near-sighted vegetarian. Bound to a power-hungry Portal Master for the next ninety years, she longs for freedom and a halfway normal life. When a sexy, golden-haired werewolf shows up and kisses her in the street, she panics. A romantic liaison isn’t in the cards, since she’ll eventually betray him. Nothing personal, it’s just her job, hormones be damned. Xavier Leighton is a werewolf on a mission. He wants nothing more than to have the curse on his person lifted, but he needs to cultivate a friendship with stubborn, fearful Sophia first. There’s something about the woman he can’t ignore, and it has more to do than the soul-shattering knowledge she’s his mate. Too bad she’s resistant to his charms—and his kisses. As a supernatural bargain is struck, the countdown begins. All they need to do is find a gypsy, chat with a rifle-wielding mermaid, de-brief a deadly, dragon lawyer, and outwit a unicorn with Hollywood aspirations. Easy peasy. Somewhere along the way, Sophia and Xavier might just find out that opposites do attract… unless the Eight Realms fall into ruin first. Note: this title was previously published in 2010 as Vegetarian at Midnight but has since been re-edited.                    

At some point in every woman’s life, she wishes she could do magic. But will Aidan cook up true love, a career... or just a disaster, especially when sexy skills assessor, Matteus, magically pops in?