Left broke and all but homeless by her shiftless husband, widow Margaret Jaffrey turns to his family in hope of a better life for her daughter . . . until she realizes the decaying family mansion in Louisiana comes complete with a domineering matriarch, a drunken uncle, and a madman locked in the attic. The madman in question is Peter Delacroix, and he doesn't seem that crazy. In fact, Margaret is starting to find him irresistible.

She didn’t look like a fraud and a liar, and after years in Army Intelligence, Col. Sam Oliver should know. Instead Elizabeth Hardy was a pale, vulnerable-looking waif, though he didn’t buy her innocent act. He’d always made it a rule to keep his hands off his targets. Some rules were made to be broken.

Maggie Brown is sensible, responsible, and worried. Her irresponsible sister has run off with a revolutionary, their feckless mother swears she’s dying, and Maggie has no choice but to brave the forests of San Pablo to reunite her family. To do so, she needs Ben Frazer, a rough and tumble soldier of fortune who seems a little too interested in Maggie and has a tendency to head in the wrong direction. Throw in a counter-revolutionary named El Gallo Loco and life isn’t nearly as sensible as she thought it was.

After Emma accidentally kills her uncle, she's saved by James Killoran, a dissolute dark lord bent on retribution. After her rescue, he decides that she's the perfect instrument to enact his revenge. He just never envisioned that he would fall in love with her.

As the skies turn red over Los Angeles, Jack the Ripper roams once more. Saucy Jack is back, and women are dying. Caught up in the case, artist Lizzie Stride, whose custom masks are being used in the Ripper murders, is haunted by dreams of the crimes. And even more disturbing? Her name is identical to a victim from 1888. J. R. Damien, a newspaper reporter, is likewise haunted by dreams of the murders, dreams vivid with details only the Ripper could know. Details that later prove true. When he meets Lizzie, he knows something else only the real Ripper would know-she's the next victim. Or will be if he doesn't stop Jack, even if that means stopping himself.