If only Miss Linnete Berry Thrynne’s gown hadn’t been so fully cut, or she hadn’t been caught kissing that prince . . . But now the ton believes Linnet to be with royal child – and therefore unmarriageable – so she might as well make her desperate father happy by consenting to wed a beast.
A brilliant surgeon with a reputation for losing his temper – and a wound believed to have left him . . . incapable – Piers, Earl of Marchant, should welcome a bride-to-be carrying a ready-made, blue-blooded heir. But Piers isn’t fooled by the lady’s subterfuge, and though Linnet’s devilishly smart and charming with a loveliness that outshines the sun, there will be no wedding of beauty to beast.
Still, Linnet finds the gorgeous brute intriguing, with a spark of gentility behind his growl that’s worth fanning. And it’s obvious to the naked eye that ‘incapable’ does not mean ‘uninterested’ . . .
