London, 1880 As if it weren’t difficult enough to solve the mystery of these blasted Poison Pen Letters that continue to plague the London elite, I’m also trying to solve the mystery of my own paranormal powers. Abilities I’m starting to believe might be more a curse than a blessing. But when I seek out the guidance of Madame Dubois, a skilled medium who should be able to part the veil, things don’t exactly go as planned. With the question of my paranormal curse or gift still unresolved, I put all my focus into disrobing the author of the Poison Pen Letters by… throwing my own ball! Convinced this is the only way to catch the troublesome author (by setting my own trap), I find myself caught between the attentions of two the surly Inspector Stirling and the scoundrel, William Spencer. It’s growing more and more difficult to think of each man purely platonically when they begin awakening feelings inside me that I thought dead and buried with my dearly departed husband… Philippa Fairfax is the most troublesome woman in all of London. And I can’t bloody well get her out of my mind. Or out of my investigation into the Poison Pen Letters. The case takes a turn for the personal when Philippa receives her own letter, warning her to keep her nose out of the investigation or suffer the consequences. While the woman would drive any poor bastard to drink, her safety is now my primary concern. And I will make damn sure no one harms a hair on her head…