Then Comes Marriage

Gentle Reader,

My friends have always warned me I'm far too curious for my own good, but then they also swore they'd never wed...and now there's Bramwell Seaton, a duke happily leg-shackled with two in the nursery, and Kipp Rutland, a viscount off on his blasted honeymoon. Instead of pitying them, all I seem to feel is envy! I must be going mad.

How else to explain my fascination with Regina Bliss? From the moment Kipp found her begging in the streets, the lying minx has plagued me. In fact, it was my interest in investigating her past that saw me trussed like a turkey, tossed in the Thames, and left for dead by the three men I now hunt with every resource at my disposal.

It's not often a man witnesses his own funeral. But I plan to masquerade as my own heir--a pretentious dandy, quite my opposite--as I seek my would-be assassins. And if it takes the considerable acting talents of Miss Bliss to accomplish my goal, so be it.

That girl may be my secret weapon...if my unseemly desire for her doesn't destroy me first!

-- Brady James, Earl of Singleton