Slashing through French soldiers at Waterloo was easy compared to engaging a bevy of marriage-hungry debutantes. Finding the perfect bride-to-be isn’t Viscount Linscott’s intention, he only needs a match to satisfy the demands of the man holding his income hostage. Does he choose one from his friend’s lengthy list or get ensnared by the demure deb with golden eyes?

Following the rules has never been more difficult, especially with an aunt determined to parade Annabelle Greene in front of every unattached septuagenarian. She doubts her ability to attract a single suitor, but as the season progresses, she may have to turn away two. A stolen kiss on a terrace and she is bargaining for more than she can handle. If she listens to her aunt’s advice, she would marry a stodgy old goat, but she pines for a rogue whose lips make her head swirl.

Faced with impossibly high stakes, Annabelle and Linscott must abandon entrenched preconceptions to embrace the promise of true love.