Coming to London to find a wife, Lord Randolph Gresham, who has an up-and-coming career in the Church, must convince Verity Sinclair, the daughter of the Dean of Chester Cathedral who has vowed never to marry a clergyman, that they are perfect for one another.
They’re wrong for each other, for all the right reasons…
Lord Randolph Gresham has come to London for one reason only—to find a suitable wife. Verity Sinclair may be intelligent, beautiful, and full of spirit, but her father knows a secret about Randolph that makes her entirely unsuitable as his bride. Not right for him at all, never, not a chance.
Verity knows that Lord Randolph lives in a country parish, and she wants nothing more than to escape to town. He may be fascinating, attractive, rich, and the son of a duke, but she’ll never marry him, nor will she talk to him, flirt with him, walk with him, or dine with him. She’ll sing a duet with him, but only this one time, and only because everyone insists.
But one duet invariably leads to another.