Blair Babylon

Maxence saved Dree Clark from some bad guys in a Parisian bar, then he turned up on a charity mission to Nepal, so how the heck is he the Prince of Monaco? Or, well, not the prince. A prince. He’s the not head honcho because Monaco doesn’t have a sovereign prince right now....

When a cute little blonde stood up on a barstool in the middle of the Buddha Bar in Paris and drew the attention of the wrong sort of guys, Maxence swooped in for the rescue. Everything about her appealed to him: her sweetness, her giggliness, and especially the fact she was in trouble....

Casimir and Gen have a lot to work out after she flounces out of his office. What’s going on with the law firm’s partners? Was someone was watching them through a telescope from the top of the hill by Casimir’s house? And who caused the car accident that almost killed him? Find out....

London trial lawyer Gen has managed to corral that randy colt his lordship Arthur Finch-Hatten, the Earl of Severn, at least as far as anyone knows....

Dree has been swindled, chased, heartbroken, conscripted, and kidnapped. What on Earth could be worse than all that? Don’t ask. Don’t miss the exciting next book in the Maxence saga, Royal....

Everybody in the office said that Cash was a heartbreaker, that he’d bump her and dump her, so Rox decided not to become a statistic....

One night in Monaco, my best friend, Maxence, disappeared from the middle of the Monte Carlo casino like blowing away a breath of smoke. I have no idea what Maxence was doing in Monaco that night....

For one moment, Maxence had everything he wanted. The love of his life, Dree Clark, had said yes, Monaco was secure, and his future was clear and bright. For just one moment. Now, Maxence stares into the darkness of the barrel of an assault rifle hovering inches from his face....

Dree is on the run. Her dead ex-boyfriend owes a whole lot of money to some drug dealers, and if they can’t get the cash from Dree, they’ll take it out of her hide....

To escape and save the lives of herself and two-year-old Alina Mirabaud, Flicka von Hannover walked into the arms of her ex-husband, who wants only her title and her genes in his family tree....

Genevieve is a lawyer, not a babysitter. She is just about to become a full barrister, a British litigating attorney, but first she is assigned the office’s worst case: Arthur Finch-Hatten, six feet and four inches of ripped, loaded, hot English nobleman who is wasting his life....

Flicka and Dieter, whose real name is Raphael Mirabaud, tried to escape her ex-husband’s Secret Service and army, but they couldn’t. Dozens of military personnel, maybe hundreds, surrounded them, trying to kidnap Flicka. The story gets darker at midnight....

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess. Flicka von Hannover lived an enchanted life. She jetted around Europe staging charity events with friends, had married a handsome prince. But then she found the handsome prince in bed with a duchess. And then a coffee shop barista....

Arthur Finch-Hatten is six-feet-four-inches of hot, ripped, loaded English billionaire nobleman who is wasting his life and his earldom so audaciously that his younger brother is suing him for control. Arthur stands to lose everything, including his cover as an MI-6 spy....

Arthur Finch-Hatten’s MI6 cover as a degenerate nobleman is falling apart fast, which means not only will he be in danger, but so will his jerk brother, his innocent nieces, and everyone else he cares for, especially Gen Ward....

Flicka von Hannover was a princess, but not anymore, sort of. To hide from her conniving soon-to-be ex-husband and divorce him as soon as possible, she runs to the place specified by her prenuptial agreement, Las Vegas....

Flicka won’t allow herself to be terrified. She’s on the run from her ex-husband Prince Pierre, and she doesn’t have a passport, credit cards, or money. The only thing standing between her and the cheating prince is Dieter Schwarz, her bodyguard, protector, and ex-lover....