I watched in helpless horror as two guards hauled Gavin to his feet and dragged him from the room. My voice was frozen, unable to protest as another guard took hold of my arm, leading me upstairs. From the confines of my room, I stared into the darkness beyond my window, hoping to catch one more glimpse of Gavin. He was gone, and I wondered if he would have been better off if he had never met me.

Ariella was only looking for a distraction, something to break up the monotony of palace life. What she found was a young man willing to overlook her title and show her a new and vibrant...

"You don't know who I am," I whispered. He didn't move-either away from me, or closer-and after an interminable moment, I stepped back and hurried out of the house.
He didn't follow me as I fled into the night.
Lylin is not used to being alone-much less alone, hurt, and lost. So when she is separated from her guard and forced to abandon her horse, she counts herself lucky to stumble upon a manor house. Still frightened by those who chased her into the night, she keeps her identity a secret, calling herself Lily as she accepts the help of kind servants and the compassion of...

A proper, clean romance.
How do you heal your heart after tragedy leaves you broken? When the person you loved didn't deserve it and they can't earn your forgiveness because they're already dead? How do you move on, and heal, and love?
If you're Princess Lorraina, you paint.
A year ago Lorraina watched Tobias die, and she still doesn't know how she's supposed to heal-or forgive. How can she when she's still running away? In an attempt to reinvent herself, she steps outside her comfortable life as princess and seeks the tutelage of a master painter-a man who is not at all...