Shehanne Moore Bücher

He hates to lose. Especially to a man who's not. One move to win ten thousand guineas in a chess competition. One move to marry her fiancé. Another to face the most merciless man in London across a pair of duelling pistols. For Splendor, former skivvy to the London's premiere jewel thieves, it's all in a day's work. But when one wrong move leads to another, can she win and keep her heart intact against the one man in London with the potential to bring her down? Especially in a chess game where the new wager is ten thousand guineas against one night with her.The Endgame to end all EndgamesOne move to pay back his ex-mistress. One move to show the world he doesn't give a damn he's been beaten in every way. The ton's most ruthless heartbreaker, bitter, divorcee, Kendall Winterborne, Earl of Stillmore's, pet hates are kitchen maids, marriage and losing. Knowing Splendor has entered a male chess competition under false pretences, he's in the perfect position to extort her help, regardless of the fact she's engaged to someone else. He just doesn't bank on having to face up to his pet hates. Certainly not over the kind of skivvy who ruined his father and set him on this course.As one move leads to another, one thing's for certain though. His next move better be fast if he wants to keep the Cinderella he's fallen for. But the clock is ticking. When it strikes twelve, which man will she choose?

A woman not even the ghost of Sapphire can haunt. A man who knows exactly who she is. Only one man in England can identify her. Unfortunately he

Rule One: There will be no kissing. Rule two: There will be no touching… Widowed Lady Fury Shelton hasn’t lost everything—yet. As long as she produces the heir to the Beaumont dukedom, she just might be able to keep her position. And her secrets. But when the callously irresistible Captain James “Flint” Blackmoore sails back into her life, Lady Fury panics. She must find a way to protect herself—and her future—from the man she’d rather see rotting in hell than sleeping in her bed. If she must bed him to keep her secrets, so be it. But she doesn’t have to like it. A set of firm rules for the bedroom will ensure that nothing goes awry. Because above all else, she must stop herself from wanting the one thing that Flint can never give her. His heart. Ex-privateer Flint Blackmoore has never been good at following the rules. Now, once again embroiled in a situation with the aptly named Lady Fury, he has no idea why he doesn’t simply do the wise thing and walk away. He knows he’s playing with fire, and that getting involved with her again is more dangerous than anything on the high seas. But he can’t understand why she’s so determined to hate him. He isn’t sure if the secret she keeps will make things harder—or easier—for him, but as the battle in the bedroom heats up, he knows at least one thing. Those silly rules of hers will have to go…