Lord Kenton is surprisingly happy to be lured to a moonlit gazebo, held at gunpoint by the
delectable Cynthia Banester and forced to marry her. The only finger he’s had to lift is the
one that’s caressed the neckline of her dress. She’s claimed a title he’s secured a fortune.
There are just two problems he’s not the real Lord Kenton, and she’s not rich!
Bound by their own deceptions, Cynthia and Jack decide to make the best of a bad deal.
They may not have two coins to rub together, but consummating their vows proves