That sardonic curl of the lip, chiselled features to die for, that roguish glint in the eye… Notorious ‘ladies’ man’ Lord Rowley has always had beauties falling at his feet. But none loves him more than auburn-haired Darcia, his lovely seventeen-year-old daughter.
So she’s thrilled to be home at last… Not so thrilled that he’s sending her to France posing as a French Comtesse so that she’s untainted by his roguish reputation.
But headstrong Darcia has other ideas. Posing as a decorator, she follows her heart into the home and the arms of the magnificent Earl of Kirkhampton, whom she has adored from since childhood, to find her Fate. At last she’s found the Perfection of Love — but how can it be perfect if it’s based on a lie?
