A Common Princess
The woman was a fraud if ever Philip Rosemont, Viscount Wesley, had ever seen one. And not only was she masquerading as an aristocrat, the dark-haired beauty was posing as the Princess of Valdastok-a tiny country that had been a dukedom for years! None of the guests at lady Bainbridge's ball would catch on, Philip knew; they were foolish as the rest of the ton. Yet though this imposter could hardly be a noblewoman, Philip had good cause to believe he would find her anything but common.
A Noble Thief
Eve Stanhope despised the aristocracy; a gaggle of scoundrels that were noble in name alone. She had few scruples about stealing their jewels, and with the Orchid Thief prowling the London streets, the time was ripe. But ripping off rubies was harder than she expected, especially when she was cornered by a man who knew too much. And if kisses were illicit, the viscount was an arch-criminal. Still, perhaps it was all to the good; Philip seemed the key to Eve's future-perhaps he was also the man of her dreams.