The world did not end in the Year of Our Lord 1420. The Days of Wrath and Vengeance, heralding the Kingdom of God, did not arrive. Satan was not released from his prison to deceive the nations of the Earth. The sinners and opponents of God were not annihilated by sword, fire, famine, hail, the fangs of beasts, scorpion stings, or snake venom. The world did not perish and burn. At least not entirely.

Yet, it was still a merry time, especially for Reinmar of Bielawa, also known as Reynevan, a herbalist and learned medic, related to many of the mighty of the contemporary world. This young man, having fallen in love with the beautiful and spirited wife of a Silesian knight, experiences unforgettable moments of romantic elation. That is, until the relatives of the betrayed husband break down the doors and storm into the chamber. At that moment, Reynevan's merriment comes to an abrupt end.

Commenting on Reynevan's penchant for falling in love, the knight Zawisza the Black, "a knight without blemish or stain," remarked, "Oh, you won't die a natural death, young lad!" Zawisza, soon captured, is executed by the Turks. And what of Reynevan? We have two more volumes of the trilogy to find out.

Four young ladies enter London society with one necessary goal: they must use their feminine wit and wiles to find a husband. So they band together, and a daring husband-hunting scheme is born.

It happened at the ball... Where beautiful but bold Lillian Bowman quickly learned that her independent American ways weren't entirely "the thing." And the most disapproving of all was insufferable, snobbish, and impossible Marcus, Lord Westcliff, London's most eligible aristocrat.

It happened in the garden... When Marcus shockingly—and dangerously—swept her into his arms. Lillian was overcome with a consuming passion for a man she didn't even like. Time stood still; it was as if no one else existed... thank goodness they weren't caught very nearly in the act!

It happened one autumn... Marcus was a man in charge of his own emotions, a bedrock of stability. But with Lillian, every touch was exquisite torture, every kiss an enticement for more. Yet how could he consider taking a woman so blatantly unsuitable... as his bride?

When Lady Johanna learned she was a widow, she vowed she would never marry again. Only sixteen, already she possessed a strength of will that impressed all who looked past her golden-haired beauty. Yet when King John demanded that she remarry—and selected a bridegroom for her—it seemed she must acquiesce, until her beloved foster brother suggested she wed his friend, the handsome Scottish warrior Gabriel MacBain.

At first, Johanna was shy, but as Gabriel tenderly revealed the splendid pleasures they would share, she came to suspect that she was falling in love with her gruff new husband. And it was soon apparent to the entire Highlands clan that their brusque, gallant laird had surrendered his heart completely.

But now a desperate royal intrigue threatened to tear her from his side—and to destroy the man whose love meant more to her than she had ever dreamed!