Dear Lady Truelove,
I am a girl of noble family, but I am painfully shy, especially in my
encounters with those of the opposite sex . . .
For Clara Deverill, standing in for the real Lady Truelove means
dispensing advice on problems she herself has never managed to overcome.
There's nothing for it but to retreat to a tearoom and hope inspiration
strikes between scones. It doesn't--until Clara overhears a rake waxing
eloquent on the art of "honorable" jilting. The cad may look like an
Adonis, but he's about to find himself on the wrong side of Lady
Truelove.
Rex Galbraith is an heir with no plans to produce a spare. He flirts
with the minimum number of eligible young ladies to humor his
matchmaking aunt, but Clara is the first to ever catch his roving eye.
When he realizes that Clara--as Lady Truelove--has used his advice as
newspaper fodder, he's infuriated. But when he's forced into a secret
alliance with her, he realizes he's got a much bigger problem--because
Clara is upending everything Rex thought he knew about women--and about
himself. . . .