Renna Scot does not suffer fools, gallantly manages her Victorian estate outside of New York City, as well as many successful business concerns. Among her world are sidekick Gabriel, young, and as sweet as he is mischievous. Seth, her right hand, silent but intentional, grounding, but with his own past. Bella, Bella, Bella, beautiful actress, long time love – a bond sealed by many years of friendship, their shared past, passion. Wild Dove, her childhood friend, guide, and so much more. Renna, however, is an unconventional woman of many tastes, tends to juggle infatuations as a means of balancing her dedication, hard work, intensity – luckily her charm, or if it comes down to it, fierce independence, keep her a step ahead of most trifles. Enter Comtesse de Havana, a dark, mysterious traveler who instantly gets under skin, is not conditioned to the other's carefully constructed world, or likely to bow to it the way others do. Their impossible attraction is immediate, though neither has any intention of admitting, or accepting it - as if they have a choice.

NEW: Book IV – With Little Hope: Set several years ahead, explores the bounds, limits, shapes, sizes of love, and expectation, whether the only constant is change.
Book I – How Things Begin: can even Renna Scot's calm cool hold out against a mysterious world traveller?

Book II – In For A Penny: is there safe ground between attraction and surrender?

Book III – Where Angels Tread: continues the tumultuous story of Renna Scot and the Comtesse de Havana past initial surrender into the calamity beyond.

Note: Not for the faint of heart - delves into a dark, intense attraction, push/pull romance, wanders through unconventional predilections, occupations, in the challenging, sometimes harsh days of mid-1800s Victorian America.

Sample from Comtesse de Havana, With Little Hope, Book IV:

Gabriel, ever the faithful friend, appears in my doorway. "Renna Scot, how can you stay inside on such a lovely day? Why?"

Continuing to shuffle the papers on my desk, "because businesses do not run themselves, rain or shine."

"Oh!" flipping a wrist, "that old thing again?" Peeking down at me through long lashes, "what is the point of all you gain by the work, if you never bother to enjoy it?"

Recognizing this run up, "what is it you want to do?"

Caught, smiling, "a ride – like we used to, off into the fields to see the early flowers."

Seeing his bright, anticipatory face, I relent, "what time?"

"I was thinking ten. Might still be a little crisp, but the skies are clear, the day will warm."

I have enough work to be here all day and night, but maybe he is right, getting out is important too. "Fine."

"Maybe we can take Maria?" adding his sweetest smile.

I see what he's doing. It is high time for her to get to know the place, improve horsemanship, learn her way around the world. "Perhaps," I allow.

Standing in front of my desk, beaming, "thank you."

The boy, man surely, no matter how I might think of him, still irks me with his kind pushing, though it is also endearing, "now go away."