Marriage to a loathsome brute was vile enough—now she was accused of his murder! The ton regarded Sir Benjamine Wright with utmost honor and respect. Yet Lady Emma knew her husband was, in fact, a drunken, jealous brute who delighted in humiliating her in and out of the bedroom. His murder was a blessing—until the constable's accusing finger pointed to Emma. But it soon became apparent that her late husband hid secrets... and enemies. When the practical Comte Saint-Juste arrived on the scene offering his services, Lady Emma was about to discover what the French dedication to l'amour really meant...

With the sudden death of her rakish, inebriate husband, Annabelle Carruthers is burdened with his gambling debts and headed for the poorhouse—unless she gives herself to the dashing Lord Darkwood