Percy Anstruther, the newly minted Ninth Duke of Farnsworth, is not in the market for a wife— despite his mother’s constant nagging on the subject. On the rare occasion that he does attend a social gathering, he takes part in neither dancing nor pleasant conversation. At five and twenty, there’s plenty of time to fulfill his duty and sire an heir—perhaps a decade from now. At least, that was his plan… until he finds a certain breathtaking red-haired vixen asleep on his library settee.
When her father falls ill, Suzanne undertakes the commission to restore the conservatory at Blackheath Abbey. Thus fulfilling the contract between Professor Gordon, a renowned botanist, and the Duke of Farnsworth. Yet the plants aren’t the only thing springing to life as the Duke’s very presence charges the air, and he softly tugs at her heart. Despite her growing attraction, Anna can’t avoid the glaring truth that they’re in completely different social hemispheres, and any understanding between her and Percy would be a scandal worthy of the name.
