“Now, the real mystery is why?” Delainey wonders, arching her eyebrow. “Why would such a handsome man show up in the height of the season...with an equally handsome Chinese man in tow...pretending to be a filthy rich Lord?”

“Am I to believe you will be sponsoring Lord Sigismund Stowell in the Season, then?”

Tossing back her head, Delainey laughs. “Now, surely you know I live for this...messiness,” she pauses to pick up the dainty teacup. “In fact, I've just found my entertainment, sister. Let the games and fuckary begin,” she smirks.

 

Lady Delainey de Pointe, the infamous Duchess of Westhaven, has spent the last year scandalizing England with her unconventional wit, bold fashion choices.

 

Lord Sigismund Heaney has appeared at the height of the Season with a mysterious title, is thrusted into the glittering but ruthless aristocracy. Desperate, he seeks help from the one person audacious enough to teach him how to play their game...the scandalous duchess herself.

 

What begins as an amusing form of distraction for her, quickly spirals into something far more dangerous when heated caresses, and playful banter ignites a lust Delainey doesn't give a damn to stump out. As Sigismund dazzles the ton under Delainey’s guidance, rumors swirl, tempers flare, and jealousy brews among England’s elite that can cause bullets to fly and the secrets they both are fighting to keep hidden to be exposed.