Won by the Viscount

Legendary Lords of the Ton

A reckless wager. A scandalous bargain. A love neither of them saw coming.

I never should have accepted the baron’s wager. When he offered up a “rare family jewel” instead of coin, I expected an heirloom and not his sister, Miss Caroline Edwards, the diamond of the Season.

Honor demanded I walk away. Temptation made me stay.

Caroline is everything a gentleman should avoid—clever, independent, and entirely too irresistible. Desperate to escape an unwanted betrothal, she proposes a shocking bargain: if I pretend to court her, we can destroy her flawless reputation and set her free.

It should have been a harmless charade. But the more time I spend with Caroline—the stolen waltzes, the whispered laughter, the dangerous heat between us—the harder it becomes to remember which parts are pretend.

Now the stakes are far higher than I ever intended. Because the only thing more perilous than winning her… is losing her.

Perfect for readers who love fake courtships, reluctant rogues, and clever heroines who upend every rule of Society, WON BY THE VISCOUNT delivers a Regency romance full of wit, charm, and heart-stealing passion.

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Excerpt

There was something in his expression that should have warned me about what he was planning.

“Are we being watched?” he asked.

He made a quick turn around the edge of the dance floor, and I glanced at the people who were watching. It might have been my imagination, but they all appeared to be staring at us. Even the other couples who were dancing. I hadn’t noticed before now because I’d been so caught up in Kendrick’s larger-than-life presence. But now I could see the way the couples closest to us seemed to be straining to overhear our conversation.

I met his gaze again. “I thought the attention I attracted before tonight was excessive, but the way everyone is scrutinizing you…” I shook my head. “How do you stand it?”

He lifted one shoulder, the movement slight but noticeable under my hand. “It can be useful.”

Then before I realized what he intended to do, he danced me straight through the garden doors. The last sound I heard was the soft gasp of a matron who was staring at us, her mouth open in astonishment as we disappeared onto the balcony.