It’s 1819, and Isabella is not going to look at her pear tree again… Isabella Fitzroy should never have been there. The lane in Bath was a completely random accident, as was the vicious attack she witnessed. But when the man who defended himself so powerfully steals a kiss and then appears in the pear tree…

It’s 1819, and two turtle doves just fell into her lap… Joy Fitzroy will scream if she has to endure one more pity conversation about her lack of husband or marital prospects. After all, she’s still young. Mostly. And she is tired of having her lack of husband and children forced upon her—it’s not as…