Five years in the past, Morgan Drummond, Marquis of Westham, deserted London after his curst temper nearly ended his best friend’s life. But now Morgan has beaten down his devils, assured himself he is rehabilitated enough to return to the city, intent on finding a suitable (and likewise mild-mannered) wife.
Alas, so much for the best-laid plans of mice and men…and Morgan Drummond.
He arrives to find his ingenious butler, hating to see the mansion go empty during the Season (and a man with a good eye for turning a profit), has rented out the place to an odd assortment of tenants. Really. Odd.
For good or ill, among this motley crew installed in the mansion is the Clifford family, including one Miss Emma Clifford, whose determined spirit proves her to be the one woman in England Morgan knows is completely wrong for him.
So why does she seem so right?
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“Witty dialogue peppers a plot full of delectable details exposing the foibles and follies of the age… another playfully perfect Regency-era romp.” — Publishers Weekly Starred Review
Despite his five-year absence, eminently eligible Regency bachelor Morgan Drummond, Marquis of Westham, expects his lordly residence to be in tip-top shape when he unexpectedly returns to London for the social season to find a suitable wife. After all, he has Thornley, the perfect butler. Instead, he finds a motley cast of social-climbing perfect strangers already in residence. Making the most of their cachet as the marquis's "houseguests" are a 70-year-old con man with a scheme for turning lead to gold, a nouveau rich seamstress who's possibly a killer, and the entire formidable (if impoverished) family of debutante Emma Clifford who's hunting a wealthy husband. Who's responsible for the mayhem? The butler did it. And Michaels has done it again, too. Witty dialogue peppers a plot full of delectable details exposing the foibles and follies of the age. Real historical figures include a roguishly unrepentant William IV, who's referred to only as "the King" or by his nickname, Florizel. The heroine is appealingly independent minded; the hero is refreshingly free of any mean-spirited machismo; and supporting characters have charm to spare. Almost a quarter-century after The Belligerent Miss Boynton, the RITA Award winning novelist's 86th book is another playfully perfect Regency-era romp.