Books written by Jennifer Wilde

The Master of Phoenix Hall

“I know everything there is to know about you, Miss Todd.” “What do you mean?” “Exactly what I said. I know everything about everyone who lives on my estate. That includes you.” “Dower House is mine. It isn't part of Phoenix Hall.
The Marietta Danver Trilogy: Love's Tender Fury; Love Me, Marietta; and When Love Commands

There was a slight chill in the air. I shivered. Orlov's white garments gleamed in the semi-darkness. We stopped in front of my door. He stood before me. I tilted my chin, looking up at his face. He wore a thoughtful expression, ...
Love Me, Marietta

The grass was brushed with moonlight, a pale silver turning white, whiter, and wolves were howling, and ice encased the trees and the snow was so deep we could hardly walk. He was wearing tall boots and tight brown breeches and a loose ...
When Love Commands

The New York Times–bestselling third book in Jennifer Wilde’s acclaimed trilogy takes Marietta Danver to the dazzling palaces of imperial Russia, on a dangerous quest for passion, redemption, and love Marietta Danver is on her way to ...
Come to Castlemoor

Donald had discovered “the secret of the stones,” but why hadn't they just murdered him? Why had they abducted him and kept him alive? Why had they run that risk? I remembered Bertie's last words: “The moon dance—they're waitin' for—the ...
Jamintha

Gavin Clark looked at the pool, his lightly tanned face held in profile. I hardly knew this man, yet I felt close to him, warm and secure in his presence. “They—the doctors said I wasn't really ill. They said I was faking it—like the ...
Secrets de femmes

Le conducteur était en jean et blouson de cuir , avec des lunettes de soleil et une écharpe de laine gris et jaune négligemment enroulée autour du cou . Il s'immobilisa contre le trottoir . Les filles , qui l'avaient immédiatement ...
Love Me, Marietta

Love Me, Marietta
Love's Tender Fury

The turbulent story of an English beauty -- sold at auction like a slave -- who scandalized the New World by enslaving her masters.
They Call Her Dana

... moving around a gnarled gray cypress draped with spooky moss, I headed west, moving with a purpose now, moving with hope. It would take me hours and hours to walk thirty-five miles. I wouldn't even be able to reach town before ...
Betrayal at Blackcrest

I could smell moss and lichen. When I touched the wall, it felt slimy. We reached a small landing, and Andrea opened the door to a room identical in size and shape to the one below. “This is the study,” she said, leading me inside.
Room Beneath the Stairs

Damp green moss clung to the uneven rock walls, and there was an odor of moss, of mud and decaying wood. I stumbled, almost falling. Grey pulled me up sharply, laughing. I tried to smile, but I wasn't enjoying this. My knees felt weak.
The Master of Phoenix Hall

The water gurgled pleasantly and there was the smell of moss and thick mud . Peter leaped over a rotten log , slimy with moss , and lunged at a squirrel on the other side , barking furiously as the tiny animal scurried up a tree and ...
When Emmalynn Remembers

Stevens had checked to see that the doctor was not seriously injured and then shrewdly decided to wait before sending his men after Devlon. He needed to hear the whole story from Devlon's own lips, and the only way he could do that was ...
Marabelle

Herman will give you the exact address and we can catch up on things on the way over and then have a couple of drinks and you can take me out tonight, somewhere divine and garish, one of those nightclubs I'm always reading about.
Falconridge

“Neither of us can sleep in this storm.” “Where have you been?” “I just wanted to watch the storm from the back windows. The court yard is like a lake.” I wondered why he was so curious about my whereabouts. “I've spoken to you about ...
Meet a Dark Stranger

“Larson's dead. He's not important now.” There was something cold-blooded about the way he said those words. His voice was flat, matter of fact. The man was dead. Consequently, he no longer mattered. “It was his briefcase,” I said, ...
Stranger by the Lake

Victorian in style, with ornate furniture, it was nevertheless light and airy, done in shades of brown, beige, yellow, and golden wheat color. A pair of French windows stood open, leading out onto the terrace, and sunlight came pouring ...
Wherever Lynn Goes

Men looked twice, had done so for several years now, and Lloyd seemed pleased to have me walking beside him. I held on to his arm, ... I'm doing a chapter on their marriage, including a bit about their rather unusual sex life.
The Lady of Lyon House

Corinne demanded. “Tut, my dear. Have I scored?” They stood glaring at each other. I could feel the animosity. It was like being in the room with two cats, both holding back, both arched and ready to let fly with fang and claw.