Bücher von Moriah Jovan

It's 1780. The Americans are losing their desperate fight for independence from the most powerful nation on Earth. Britain's navy is crushing outposts up and down the eastern seaboard and the Americans' pitiful navy consists mostly of small-vessel privateers on missions of profit. "Captain Jack" Celia Bancroft is one of those privateers, whose list of debts of honor is a nautical mile long. Sailing for the Americans is the current project on her to-do list, and once she has finished all her tasks, she will then be free to sail on a tide of whimsy. Commander Elliott Raxham, cashiered from His Majesty's Royal Navy, is a newly made British earl who longs for his own independence - from the title he never expected to inherit and the country that has betrayed him time and again. They meet in a Caribbean tavern where he steals a kiss that starts a brawl she finishes. In retaliation, he steals her ship's figurehead and, if that isn't a grave enough insult, proceeds to chase her across the Atlantic to collect on the promise in her kiss. With that, the romance is on, but the adventure is only beginning as Elliott and Celia face obstacle after obstacle in their own fight for independence - a new life together on the American frontier.

Mitch, the widowed bishop of a Mormon congregation, falls in love with Cassie, the woman hired to restructure his steel mill. Meanwhile, a man in Mitch's congregation plots to take over the position of bishop using Cassie's past profession as a prostitute as his weapon. A Mormon bishop. An ex-prostitute. A man with a vendetta. Let the games begin...

Blythe Marston was widowed at 28, nine years and four children after she and her high school sweetheart had married. She'd had the perfect life: husband, marriage, kids, house, in-laws, parents, friends, health. Until the cops showed up and told her a drunk driver had taken it all away from her.As the condolences drifted away and she started putting herself back together, only one man stayed with her to guide her to her independence: Phineas Marston, her father-in-law. Six years after her husband's death, she's still raising her kids, gotten an education and the most unlikely career, and learned how to be happy again.But not alone. Never alone. There has never been anything between Blythe and Finn, no spark, no desire, no thought of anything. Her dead husband binds them and Finn grieved along with her. There has never been anything more than that between them--except kid drama, school events, family dinners, conversations, opinions, arguments, celebrations, work time, chores, advice, and the dozens and dozens of cookies she bakes for him to take to his office on the holidays.There's nothing between them.Nothing at all.

Neither Lydia Charbonneau nor Jack Blackwood thinks it's a good idea to get involved, but one handshake and one very short conversation have them making plans for a weekend romp. She's a concert pianist and music professor from the University of Kansas, in New York to audition for a position at Juilliard. He's an uncouth bond trader and accidental CEO who likes meaningless sex (lots of it), Big Macs, and Dumb and Dumber. They have nothing in common-until one of Jack's ex-lovers nearly kills them both.