Curves and Counterfeit

Miss Lucy Jones is all curves and covert operations.

She escorts endangered women out of London in the dark of night, guiding them to safety. She’d rather face a sword point than hear a man say he loves her. She’s married to her cause and needs no other suitor, not even a terribly handsome stable hand who makes her laugh.
Keaton Godwin, Earl of Ennis isn’t a stable hand.
He didn’t even mean to pretend to be one. Things happen fast when whisky is involved. And he finds himself following a lush goddess wrapped in velvet out of London...

Miss Lucy Jones is all curves and covert operations.

She escorts endangered women out of London in the dark of night, guiding them to safety. She’d rather face a sword point than hear a man say he loves her. She’s married to her cause and needs no other suitor, not even a terribly handsome stable hand who makes her laugh.
Keaton Godwin, Earl of Ennis isn’t a stable hand.
He didn’t even mean to pretend to be one. Things happen fast when whisky is involved. And he finds himself following a lush goddess wrapped in velvet out of London one dark midnight and to a house in the country. There he discovers a few uncomfortable truths:

He’s a nodcock.
And he just might be in love.

But a fool like him has no chance of winning a brave goddess like Lucy. Unless he lies a little. Hiding his identity seems his only opportunity to remain at the women’s refuge and learn how to be a better man. And to become better acquainted with the woman he can see himself marrying—her likes, her dreams, the taste of her lips…
Love grows like a wild weed in the country, but can it survive the truth?