The Judas Kiss

At fifteen, Clea Fairchild had been reading Ovid’s Art of Love. And scheming how to, once she acquired bosoms, introduce herself into rakehelly Baron Saxe’s bed.

Clea is one-and-twenty now, a widow whose husband died under mysterious circumstances she is determined to resolve.

Kane is almost twice that age. 

Reprobate though he may be, Lord Saxe is not sufficiently depraved to act on the unseemly attraction he feels for his friend Ned’s little sister, whom he is convinced means to drive him mad.

Clea wonders, is Kane trying to drive her mad? In the years since they last met, he has grown more dissolute, more jaded, and even more damnably attractive. 

He has also grown skittish, and is avoiding her as if she carries plague.

Clea isn’t one to sit quietly in a corner. She has a mystery to solve.

Villains to elude.

Schoolgirl fantasies to explore.

Providing her husband’s murderer doesn’t dispose of her first. 

 

England, 1820. The trial of Queen Caroline is underway. Prinny, King George IV now, is determined to divorce his detested wife.

The Whigs hope that the Queen will win her case. The Tories hope that she will not. Not a few Londoners wish that the politicians, taking their monarch with them, would jump off the nearest pier.