Published by Avon on January 30th 2018
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Dear Lady Truelove,
I am a girl of noble family, but I am painfully shy, especially in my encounters with those of the opposite sex . . .
For Clara Deverill, standing in for the real Lady Truelove means dispensing advice on problems she herself has never managed to overcome. There’s nothing for it but to retreat to a tearoom and hope inspiration strikes between scones. It doesn’t—until Clara overhears a rake waxing eloquent on the art of “honorable” jilting. The cad may look like an Adonis, but he’s about to find himself on the wrong side of Lady Truelove.
Rex Galbraith is an heir with no plans to produce a spare. He flirts with the minimum number of eligible young ladies to humor his matchmaking aunt, but Clara is the first to ever catch his roving eye. When he realizes that Clara—as Lady Truelove—has used his advice as newspaper fodder, he’s infuriated. But when he’s forced into a secret alliance with her, he realizes he’s got a much bigger problem—because Clara is upending everything Rex thought he knew about women—and about himself. . . .
“Well, well,” he murmured, “with every look and every word, the little lamb with the big brown eyes
proves she’s not as defenseless as she first appears.” Clara felt a spark of frustration at his
descrip- tion. She might be plain and possess a shy, quiet disposition, but she was not some
helpless, dependent creature.
“Is that what I am?” she asked as they turned in a circle, moving in the steps of the dance. “A
little lamb?” She opened her eyes deliberately wide. “And I’m lost in the woods, I suppose, and
you’ll come save me?”
“Save you? I doubt it.” His gaze lowered, paus- ing at her lips. “Ravish you would be a sight more
Clara’s heart gave a panicked thud, slamming into her ribs with such force that it broke her con-
centration. She trod on his foot, lost her balance, and would have stumbled, but he caught her,
letting go of her hand to wrap his arm around her back. “Careful,” he murmured. “Dance with me much
longer and you’ll be in danger.”
“You warn me, Lord Galbraith, but I cannot help wondering why.”
“You’re in my arms.” He pulled her a fraction closer. “Make no mistake, my lamb. You are in very
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