Last year when Josh and I got together, we agreed to keep things strictly physical.

And it was.

Until our casual hookups stopped feeling casual.
Having sex with him stopped being just about sex.
And the thought of calling a halt to it left me feeling empty and cold.

But Josh doesn’t “do” relationships, so I called it quits before I started to fall. Luckily, I was able to move on from the experience completely unscathed, my heart fully intact.

Or so I thought.

Until I saw him again.

The prevailing wisdom within Society is that the Earl of Granville, heir to the Wiltshire dukedom, would be the Catch of the Century should a woman be fortunate enough to catch him. Once upon a time, Lady Meghan Townsend wished for that woman to be her.

But as events in her life would unfold, that truth no longer holds…

The first time he broke her heart she’d been fifteen. She had cried until she couldn’t cry anymore.

The second time had been the night of her debut. Then, she hadn’t shed a tear, but the pain hadn’t been any less acute for it.

Then when she least expected it...

Rhys Wakefield, the Earl of Granville, wouldn’t understand the notion of fidelity if it bit him in the arse. Meghan Townsend can attest to this with all the assertion of a woman who has come under his molten gaze and survived the ordeal with her heart and virginity intact. When rumors begin to swirl that he is in search of a wife, Meghan can see no one more in need of her help than the too trusting young lady who is the current focus of his romantic interest.

After three failed attempts to lure the devilishly handsome lord into revealing his true colors, Meghan is still unconvinced that this particular rake has reformed. Resigned to the fact that getting the job done right means she must do it herself, Meghan presses her favorite gown and come hither smile into service, determined to prove her instincts. The task should be simple enough, after all he pursued her ardently once before.