Marcia Schuyler – When Marcia's sister elopes at the altar she decides to sacrifice her own life and becomes a substitute bride in her place. But will her sacrifice be ever acknowledged by the townspeople or her new husband? Phoebe Deane – In this sequel to the previous book, Marcia Schuyler, Phoebe Deane is a story of a simple and kind protagonist who is cornered from all the sides by the prospects of a loveless and violent marriage, a scheming sister-in-law, and her ill-mannered niece. Will Phoebe ever get to find her true love? Or will she be forever stuck in this hopeless situation? Read on! Miranda – Miranda is Marcia's beloved housekeeper and a fiery spirit who has saved both Marcia and Phoebe from evil plots in previous books. As for herself she is content in serving as a housekeeper until she hears about the news of a man who was falsely accused of murder and managed to escape with her help. Will Miranda be reunited with him? Will his name be cleared of the false charges?

Marcia Schuyler – When Marcia's sister elopes at the altar she decides to sacrifice her own life and becomes a substitute bride in her place. But will her sacrifice be ever acknowledged by the townspeople or her new husband? Phoebe Deane – In this sequel to the previous book, Marcia Schuyler, Phoebe Deane is a story of a simple and kind protagonist who is cornered from all the sides by the prospects of a loveless and violent marriage, a scheming sister-in-law, and her ill-mannered niece. Will Phoebe ever get to find her true love? Or will she be forever stuck in this hopeless situation? Read on! Miranda – Miranda is Marcia's beloved housekeeper and a fiery spirit who has saved both Marcia and Phoebe from evil plots in previous books. As for herself she is content in serving as a housekeeper until she hears about the news of a man who was falsely accused of murder and managed to escape with her help. Will Miranda be reunited with him? Will his name be cleared of the false charges?

Marcia's devoted friend and neighbour has her hands full with a loveless marriage, a scheming sister-in-law, and ill-mannered children. Will Phoebe ever find true love? Or will she be forever stuck in this hopeless situation?

Miranda is Marcia's beloved housekeeper and a fiery spirit who has saved both Marcia and Phoebe from evil plots in previous books. As for herself she is content in serving as a housekeeper until she hears about the news of a man who was falsely accused of murder and managed to escape with her help. Will Miranda be reunited with him? Will his name be cleared of the false charges?

Day after day Phoebe is subjected to living as a servant in her brother's home, picked on by her hateful sister-in-law, and forced to endure matchmaking schemes influenced by greed. Marriage to an ill-tempered man with several misbehaving children seems to be her lot, and her hope is about to be snuffed out. Could a chance encounter in the woods change the direction of her life and finally introduce her to someone who could care about her?

By the time Delaney Maxwell is pulled out of the waters of a frozen lake, her heart has stopped beating. But Delaney pulls through. Outwardly she has recovered, but she knows something is wrong. Delaney finds herself drawn to the dying, is her brain predicting death or causing it?

2 March 1810 . . . Today, I fell in love. At the age of ten, Miranda Cheever showed no signs of Great Beauty. And even at ten, Miranda learned to accept the expectations society held for her—until the afternoon when Nigel Bevelstoke, the handsome and dashing Viscount Turner, solemnly kissed her hand and promised her that one day she would grow into herself, that one day she would be as beautiful as she already was smart. And even at ten, Miranda knew she would love him forever. But the years that followed were as cruel to Turner as they were kind to Miranda. She is as intriguing as the viscount boldly predicted on that memorable day—while he is a lonely, bitter man, crushed by a devastating loss. But Miranda has never forgotten the truth she set down on paper all those years earlier—and she will not allow the love that is her destiny to slip lightly through her fingers . . .