A Song of Secrets

Heavens above! Being an opera goddess is frightfully exhausting work—all that floating about in silk and diamonds, pretending one hasn't a care in the world while creditors circle like hungry cats at a fishmonger's. 

The Ton calls me La Luminosa, their divine songbird, but I fear my golden cage grows rather cramped. A wealthy husband would solve everything quite nicely, and this charming country house musicale promises at least one eligible earl's heir.

But oh! Nobody warned me about his brother, the most vexatious vicar in all Christendom.

What sort of clergyman has the audacity to possess both classical Greek features AND a wicked gleam in his eye? The man is everywhere—in the library when I'm choosing a book, in the garden when I'm practicing scales, even appearing like a handsome specter when I'm plotting my newest scheme.

He claims five years of widowerhood have taught him to spot a fortune hunter, but I rather think he enjoys our little battles of wit far too much for a man of the cloth.

I came to catch an heir, not to lose my heart to a shepherd who guides his flock with Shakespeare quotes and surprisingly muscled arms.

But with my secrets threatening to tumble out like hymn books from an overstuffed church pew, can I trust this intriguing widower with the truth of my heart?

For readers who delight in: Clever repartee, redemption tales, scandalous sopranos, and virtuous vicars who prove surprisingly skilled at kissing in a snow storm.

A Song of Secrets is a sweet regency romance.