The Duke of Ironheart is perfectly wretched...

Sarcastic. Annoying. A handsome rake who thinks he's a gift to women. He's intoxicated half the time and hung over the rest. To him, life and love are nothing but a game...

She's had no choice but to be nice to the man since his best friend wed hers, but it's a relief when she leaves London to summer in Dover. Good riddance.

This is why she can hardly believe her terrible luck when he arrives at her home, shot through the shoulder. She'll help him recover and send him on his way because even as she sees the softer side of him, she knows two things for certain.

One: No man would love her with the scars she bears, least of all, him.

And two: It doesn't matter that he might be redeemable after all. Because trouble is nipping at his heels and it's coming for them both.