How come the powerfully built, golden-haired Lord St. Evert dress as an overdone Dandy? His outlandish wardrobe belies the hard unyielding lines of his encounter. Whoever he is, he’s ruining Elizabeth Hampton’s desperate scheme to protected a rich husband. Terribly vexing, to arrive at the most stylish Breakfast Party of the Season wearing a perfectly stunning Chinese silk gown, only to discover that Lord St. Evert can be clad in unmentionables cut from identical fabric.

Humiliating. And insufferable! about Cut through the Same Towel Why, the devil, must he show up in materials Elizabeth searched so diligently to procure? To say nothing of the long hours she spent secretly stitching her masterpieces together. He should be stopped. She is driven to spy out his perplexing video game, and put an end to his interference.

Lord St. Evert despises pretension of any kind. He cannot abide the self-important airs put on by some members of the ton and takes pleasure in making a mockery of Brummell’s fashion strictures. Conceited frauds! Hadn’t his grandfather’s snobbery made his mother’s existence a misery? All the more maddening to discover that the one woman who captures his interest may be the biggest pretender of all. He vows to instruct Miss Elizabeth Hampton a lesson she won’t soon forget.

Contains mature themes.