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THE REMARKABLE MISS FRANKENSTEIN

The problem, Clair realized, was that she was a Frankenstein. Her uncle's fame -
he'd created her cousin Frederick from a bunch of spare parts - was a grave
matter. Everyone in the family was a success, while all she'd managed was a
humiliating misadventure with pigs. But her spirits were rising. The Journal of
Scientific Discovery was promising to publish a paper on the Discovery of the
Decade, and she had a doozy. She simply had to prove Baron Huntsley - man of
distinction, man of renown, man about ton - was a vampire. With his
midnight-black hair, soul-piercing eyes and shiny white teeth, what else cold he
be? Oh yes, the baron wanted a bite of her or she was no scientist. And then
there were all those other monsters. You'd never expect so many in 1828
London! Pretty soon she'd expose them all, and on everybody's lips would
be...THE REMARKABLE MISS FRANKENSTEIN.

THE RELUCTANT MISS VAN HELSING

Having lived amongst the London's ton, Ethel Jane Van Helsing was an astute
female who well knew her faults. Her skin was marred with freckles, her nose was
too snub and her hair of a brown that reflected neither gold nor red highlights.
She had a face unremarkable in its plainness. And yet...at a masquerade ball,
anything could happen. There, until the stroke of midnight, even an ugly
duckling could become a swan. But tonight was not for fowl play. You see, plain
or not, Jane came from distinguished stock: Van Helsings. And Van Helsings
didn't worry about soiling their pelisses; they were slayers. Where other young
ladies were told no monsters lurked under their beds, Jane's parents had
explained the often-handsome creatures lay in beds, crypts, and at balls like
these. Her father, the Major, had shown her very early on how to use the sharp
end of a stick. Tonight, everything was at stake. Something was going to get
driven very deep into a heart, or she wasn't...THE RELUCTANT MISS VAN HELSING.
Coming in April, 2006!

If you haven't read the hottest new book in Paranormal Romance, you're missng a
"howling good time." This novel won the Best Historical Vampire Award and was also
nominated for Best First Historical Romance by The Romantic Times Book Reviewer's
Choice Awards for 2005.

Romance Times rated it 4 stars: "The characters add humorous literary references and more than a good share of wit to this clever, laugh out
loud madness and mayhem romp through vampire, werewolf, and ghost ridden 1828 London. Webber does for vampires what Sandra Hill does
for Vikings. Sensual" Kathe Robin (critic - Romantic Times Book Club)

"This wacky, satirical, paranormal romance will have readers howling in laughter at the antics of Clair's crew. The storyline is action-packed and
quite amusing, but also filled with literary references that augument the delightful plot. Subgenre fans and anyone who appreciates an off-beat,
well-written tale will misquote the Raven wanting ever-more novels like The Remarkable Miss Frankenstein." - Harriet Klausner (Freelance
Reviewer)

"Half the fun of the book is looking for the jokes. Clair has a plethora of fascinating relations as her aunt who is sure she is the Queen of
England, Bess Tudor. The ton has never been more fun than now as guest stars such as Edgar Allen Poe, V. Price, Ozzie and his bewitching cats,
Dr. Watson, and many more populate. Hidden songs provide a fun soundtrack if you can mentally hear it over your chuckles. I do hope Miss
Webber will give Asher sequel." - Amanda Killgore (Freelance Reviewer)

For those fans who are yearning for a sequel, you've got it! Jane Van Helsing and Neil Asher, Earl of
Wolverton, will scare up plenty of laughs in the next book of this series which was a Top Pick of the
Month by Romantic Times Book Reviewers and nominated for Most Inovative Novel.

The Reinvented Miss Bluebeard

The doctor's in love. Everyone else is out of their minds.

When your father is not only an infamous pirate but the husband of six
vanished wives, respectability's hard to come by. That's why Eve
invented herself a husband. How else was a nineteenth-century gal to
follow her dreams and become one of those newfangled psychiatrists?
Certainly she'd never be running The Towers, London's preeminent
asylum for potty paranormals. She wouldn't be seeing famous
outpatients such as Fredecrick Frankenstein (he has a screw losse) and
treating Jane Van Helsing's blood phobia. But now, wackier than the
werewolves and loonier than the leprechaun she's already reating,
something new is taking shape --- and he has the name of her
never-before-seen husband and a body to drive a girl abstolutely
batty...

The third book in this series
Get it July 2007