by Martha Jean Powers (1989)
MARRIAGE WAS A BUSINESS ARRANGEMENT, CERTAINLY NO PLACE FOR LOVE.... Logical planning had been the key to success in all Lord Maxwell Kampford's ventures, and marriage would be no exception. Too cynical to be taken in by mere beauty, he simply needed to locate a young lady with the proper credentials, and he would have the perfect fiancee. In the meantime, he must contrive to find a husband for his ward, Miss Amity Fraser. She, along with her menagerie of orphaned animals, her clutter of flowers, books, and--God save him--livestock in his basement, had turned his quiet bachelor existence into a shambles. The sooner he married her off the better--a proposition that caused him less joy than he should have imagined.
Diane Farr
After a tragic loss, Celia Delacourt accepts an unexpected holiday invitation -- which is, in fact, a thinly veiled matchmaking attempt. For the lonely Celia and a reluctant young man, it turns out to be a Christmas they'd never forget.
Louise Allen
"Ruined and on the run, Julia Prior is in desperate straits when she meets a gentleman with a shocking proposal. Certain he is close to death, William Hadfield, Lord Dereham, sees Julia as the perfect woman to care for his beloved estate when he is gone--if she will first become his wife... Marriage is Julia's salvation--as Lady Hadfield, she can finally escape her sins. Until three years later, when the husband she believes to be dead returns, as handsome and strong as ever and intent on claiming the wedding night they never had!"-- Page [4] of cover.
pseud. of Janet Louise Roberts
For seven long years, **Deborah Stanton had lived in the painful shadow of passion lost**. Duty had compelled her to turn away the man she loved, and now she still lived as a captive of the past, **an unwilling prisoner of an undying hope.** Now Morgan Randall had returned to claim his family's proud title, and his cold gray eyes seemed determined to torment her with the memory of desire's dream. And Deborah Stanton found herself **caught up in a dizzying dance of raging love and icy will, struggling against the flame that consumed her...**
Isabelle Goddard
Amelie Silverdale is fleeing her betrothal to a vicious, degenerate man. In the dead of night, disguised as a maidservant, she sneaks out of her bedroom window.