England 1814 Cold. Ruthless. Fast. Confident. It’s what they all say about Lady Beatryce Beckett. And they’re right, to some extent. She’ll do anything to get what she wants. She has her reasons. And she has no regrets. But to find herself under the protection and command of the Marquess of Dansbury is the worst. It’s intolerable, despite the particular pleasure she takes in provoking him. Despite the deadly assassins after them. Lord, save her from charming, heroic men… Especially ones that make her feel dangerous, possessive, hot… Strong. Charismatic. Amiable. Optimistic. It’s what they all say about the Marquess of Dansbury. And it’s all true. It’s what makes him an excellent Agent for the Crown, a duty at which he excels and enjoys. Until now. When he finds himself tasked with protecting the one woman in the world he actively disdains: Lady Beatryce Beckett, a deceitful witch who manages to bring out the worst in him with shrewd precision. Lord save him a woman like her. A woman who makes him feel irrational, savage, ablaze… A woman who has: Fire beneath her ice.Honor beneath her deceit. And a fearlessness that is infuckingtolerable to a man who is falling in love… CW: Non-titillating dream of past rape. Not violent, but clear as to what is happening.
