Lady Miranda's Masquerade

A RASH DECEPTION
Never -- never! -- would Lady Miranda Henley submit to the detestable marriage her wicked stepbrother planned for her. But galloping off into the night to seek a position as governess; she met with an accident on the London road. Appalled to find herself recovering at Oakhill Manor, home of the Earl of Cresswood, she took on a false identity. So how, in her new guise, could she deserve such stern looks from the elegant earl? And how long could her secret, yearning self withstand the ardor of his kisses?

A HASTY ASSUMPTION
Never had Charles, Earl of Cresswood, hankered after the meek and insipid beauties of the ton. But he hardly expected to be tempted by the opposite extreme: a woman whose name was the same as that of the no-good wench who'd fleeced his friend out of five hundred pounds. Charles, however, would learn there was far more to the masquerading Miranda than corn-gold hair, tantalizing lips, and a telltale name. But this exquisite firebrand would not be ruled by him -- unless Charles could turn the tables and trick her heart into deceiving her stubborn will...