Anya and her family had fled the Floating City of the humans many years passed, when her father, once an exalted Master Merchant had lost everything to the Great Storm. They had been left with nothing but their lives and had gone north, to the wild lands beyond the protection of the Order and the wolf-hunters. There they had lived in peace until her father received word that perhaps their wealth had returned. Anya would stop at nothing to free her father. She would not see him enslaved to the hideous beast who would see them all dead, or as playthings to his moon-cursed subjects. She would venture to the icy lands of his kingdom; and she would see the beast's silver blood run down he edge of her blade. But nothing is quite what she expected when she finds the Court of the Wolves - or more aptly when it finds her. In a war between human and wolves, who are the beauties and who are the beasts?

1808. London. Maria is a lady – or so her brother constantly reminds her when their arguments get a little too heated. But she knows she's right, she always is. Alexander is a Lord – though he did not look like one. Muscled, and tanned, and when she first meets him, she assumes he’s the help. Naturally, they get along like fire to dry kindling. And yet, thrown together again and again by circumstance, can the two of them solve the mystery of Alexander Sterne's stolen horses?