Trevelyan Series
The Mistress of Trevelyan — 1st in the Trevelyan Series
January 28, 2004 | 
Author THE MISTRESS OF TREVELYAN
Released: July 22, 2004
What secrets lie beyond the mists that shroud Trevelyan Manor and the death of its first mistress. Some whisper of madness and others of murder. In 1873 San Francisco, spirited Ann Lovell disturbs the dark shadows surrounding Benedict Trevelyan, putting the lives of everyone around her in danger when she takes a position no one else dares–as governess to the motherless sons of the enigmatic Benedict Trevelyan. As Ann grows to cherish her young charges, she finds herself powerfully drawn to the handsome Benedict, whose passionate persuasion introduces her to a new world of sensual pleasures. But even while falling in love with the master of Trevelyan, Ann wonders if his attentions are intended to blind her to the secrets of the past. Will her passion for him be the key to her destiny or to her destruction?
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His Dark Desires — 2nd Book in the Trevelyan Series
HIS DARK DESIRES
Released: Oct. 25, 2005
Can any woman resist the fire in his eyes–and the danger in his kiss?
From award-winning author of The Mistress of Trevelyan comes the sensual tale of a woman haunted–and a man possessed–by an all-consuming love…
Excerpt
You are in danger. Trust no one. The terrifying words from a mysterious letter echo in Juliet Bucheron’s mind. Destitute ever since her husband disappeared in the Civil War, Juliet has turned her New Orleans ancestral home into a boarding house–despite the rumors of ghosts, the whispers of scandal, and the stain of murder. But even more unsettling is Juliet’s new tenant, a handsome stranger named Stephen Trevelyan. Wealthy, educated, and seductively compelling, Stephen fills Juliet’s heart with uncontrollable longing–and her head with suspicion. Something, she senses, is lurking beneath the surface. And someone is stalking the hallways after midnight. As the danger draws nearer, Juliet wonders if she can really trust Stephen. But as he pulls her closer, she knows she cannot resist him…no matter what the price.
Less relaxed than normal, I donned my nightdress, robe and slippers, and as I left the bath, I searched the pockets of my dress for the telegram. They were empty except for Mr. Trevelyan’s card. My stomach sank when I dug into the pockets of my robe and found them empty, too.
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