To Love a Scoundrel (Zebra Historical Romance)

"Readers will enjoy Cook's latest lively Regency-era romance
featuring a feisty, intelligent heroine" Booklist

"Even with its lighthearted plotline, there is a depth of emotion and passion in Cook's tale that's sure to pull on your
heartstrings and place her next to Julia Quinn and Stephanie
Laurens on your shelf." Romantic Times

"Passionate and stunning ... Kristina Cook has stripped the
romance novel down to its glorious bare essentials. She has
combined a superb story, authentic characters, and profound
passion to create a novel perfect in its vulnerability.
Undressed exposes Kristina Cook for what she is an original storyteller with a talent that needs no dressing up!"
-Romance Junkies

"Always count on Kristina Cook to deliver intriguing tales
filled with interesting characters and vivid settings. She continues to captivate and charm her readers with her Ashton/
Rosemoor series and Undressed is just as entertaining as the
first two books"-SingleTitles.com

"Happily, the promise so evident in Cook's debut, Unlaced,
is fulfilled ... mesmerizing as once again Cook provides
thoroughly enjoyable entertainment."-Booklist

"Unveiled is touching and tender, with just enough pathostinged humor to win our hearts"-Romantic Times

"A totally charming tale ... sexy and delectable..." Historical
Romance Writers / Romance Designs

"Sexy and entertaining. "-Booklist

"I was totally charmed ... This reviewer gives Unlaced my
highest recommendation."-The Road to Romance

"The breath of fresh air that I have been waiting for!"-
RoundtableReviews. com

UNDRESSED

UNVEILED

UNLACED

Published by Zebra Books

Kristina Cook

To Danny, just because.
To Charlotte Featherstone, for her friendship.
And to Marcy Posner agent extraordinaire,
for her steadfast support.

"May his soul, and the souls of all the departed,
through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen"

Frederick squeezed his eyes shut, somehow hoping it
would block out the sound of clods of earth thumping
against the casket. His sister Maria reached for his hand
and held it in hers while she sobbed quietly beside him.

Valiantly, Frederick blinked back his own tears. He
would not cry. He was almost ten now; nearly a man. A
man didn't cry, no matter how badly the unshed tears
burned behind his eyelids. Shuffling his feet uncomfortably, he opened his eyes and peered down the line of
weeping girls-his sisters, all five of them, and all of
them bigger and older than he was. His eldest sister,
Katherine, stood beside his father who was ramrod
straight, staring dead ahead at the gaping hole in the
earth.

And then bedlam broke loose. Next thing Frederick
knew, his father was on his knees, reaching toward the
shiny mahogany box, wailing like nothing Frederick had
ever heard. Instantly his sisters gathered like soldiers, plucking at their father's sleeves while they sobbed,
pleading with him to get up. Aunt Esther flew into
action, motioning for the girls to retreat while she spoke
forcefully to her brother in a commanding tone Frederick had never before heard her use.