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Secret agent Lily Dawson poses as a courtesan to try to uncover a traitor to the Crown, and soon enlists the help of Andrew Booth-Payne, the Earl of Darlington.
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Secret agent Lily Dawson poses as a courtesan to try to uncover a traitor to the Crown, and soon enlists the help of Andrew Booth-Payne, the Earl of Darlington. - (Baker & Taylor)

Secret agent Lily Dawson poses as a courtesan to try to uncover a traitor to the Crown, and soon enlists the help of Andrew Booth-Payne, the Earl of Darlington. Original. - (Baker & Taylor)

She Wants Him...She Wants Him Not...

Lily Dawson, dubbed the Countess of Charm by the Prince Regent himself, plays the role of the courtesan flawlessly while her real purpose is spying in the service of the Crown. Her mission now is to seduce a duke to test his true loyalties. She'll do it, even though the man she really wants is Andrew Booth-Payne, Earl of Darlington-the duke's son.

Andrew is furious when he finds himself rivaling his father for Lily's attention. When he uncovers Lily's mission, Andrew is faced with impossible choices. It seems he is destined to betray either his family, his country, or the longings of his own heart...

The third book in a sparkling Regency romance trilogy from acclaimed author Shana Galen following a glittering trio of celebrated courtesans whose fortunes depend on theton believing the rumors about their mysterious lives.

Jewels of a Ton Trilogy:
When You Give a Duke a Diamond (Book 1)
If You Give a Rake a Ruby (Book 2)
Sapphires Are an Earl's Best Friend (Book 3)

Praise for Shana Galen:
"Full of daring and danger, this Regency romance sizzles with sexual tension...and brims with subtle humor."-Long and Short Reviews
"Sensual and sexy."-Publishers Weekly
"A thrilling ride, filled with mystery, intrigue, and romance...leaves this reader breathless with anticipation."-Fresh Fiction

- (Sourcebooks Inc.)

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Praise for When You Give a Duke a Diamond: "A thrilling ride, filled with mystery, intrigue, and romance...leaves this reader breathless with anticipation."-Fresh Fiction She Wants Him... She Wants Him Not... Lily Dawson, dubbed the Countess of Charm by the Prince Regent himself, plays the role of the courtesan flawlessly while her real purpose is spying in the service of the Crown. Her mission now is to seduce a duke to test his true loyalties. She'll do it, even though the man she really wants is Andrew Booth-Payne, Earl of Darlington-the duke's son. Andrew is furious when he finds himself rivaling his father for Lily's attention. When he uncovers Lily's mission, Andrew is faced with impossible choices. It seems he is destined to betray either his family, his country, or the longings of his own heart... Praise for If You Give a Rake a Ruby: "Full of daring and da

One

"Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Lily."

Lily snuggled under her covers and listened to her mother's singsong voice. She heard the rain pattering outside on the roof and the clip-clop of horses' hooves as a hackney passed her family's modest home in London. On the floor below her, the low rumble of her father's voice reverberated as he spoke to the man who'd arrived shortly after supper. Her father entertained more and more unexpected visitors of late. When she pressed her ear to the door to listen, she heard names like Napoleon and Fishguard and La Légion Noire whispered in furtive voices. Until Mamma told her to come away.

Sometimes she was scared, even though she didn't know what she was scared of. But here in her cozy room with the low-sloped ceiling, lying in her soft bed with her baby doll and her mamma beside her, she felt safe. Lily yawned. "What about the little girl, Mamma?"

"She was in possession of several very special dresses. There was a green dress that glittered with emeralds, and when she wore the green dress, she could fly."

Lily closed her eyes, imagining flying.

"There was a purple dress with a velvet bodice and ruffles on the skirt, and when she wore the purple dress, she was a princess. There was a pink dress covered with spangles, and when she wore the pink dress, she could dance like a ballerina. There was a red dress that radiated with rubies, and when she wore the red dress, she was so strong."

"As strong as Papa?"

"Yes. That strong. Now, close your eyes and listen."

But Lily knew her favorite dress was coming, and it was so hard not to bounce with excitement.

"There was a white dress that dazzled with diamonds, and when she wore the white dress, she could swim like a fish. And there was a blue dress, and that was her favorite because it sparkled with sapphires. When she wore the blue dress, she was invisible."

"And no one could see her."

"That's right, Lily Bea."

Her name was Lillian Beatrice Dawson, and sometimes her mother called her Lily Bea. Mamma had pet names for all of her children-names like Robert Bear for her big brother and Lottie for Charlotte, who was only a year older than Lily-but Lily liked her special name best.

Mamma tucked the coverlet in snugly, and Lily yawned again. "Lily," her mother asked, "why do you like the blue dress best? Is it because blue is your favorite color?"

"No." Green was her favorite color, but it was all right that Mamma didn't remember that. She had a lot to remember. "It's because I want to be inbisible."

"Invisible? Why?"

"Like Papa. He says his job is to be in-vis-i-ble."

"Hmm." Her mother huffed, and Lily opened her eyes to see Mamma's expression. Sometimes Lily said things that made her mother unhappy. Usually they were statements related to Papa. Mamma smoothed Lily's hair off her brow, and Lily closed her eyes again.

"And lastly there was a black dress," Mamma said, "as long and black as midnight, and when she wore the black dress, she could sleep for hours and hours. So let's put on our black dress, and go to sleep."

"Good night, Mamma."

"Good night. Sweet dreams."

Lily closed her eyes and dreamed of jewels and ball gowns.

***

London, last weeks of the 1816 Season

Lily was of the opinion that any lady who possessed a modicum of intelligence should be on good terms with her modiste. This was even truer for women, like herself, who were not ladies. Lily had no name or reputation to fall back on. There was only her ability to stun and impress. And when Lily needed to impress, as she did tonight, she called on Madam Durand.

Madam Durand was, in Lily's estimation, the best modiste in London. This was not because the woman was the most expensive modiste, though she was, or because she was the most innovative, which she was. It was, in Lily's judgment, because she had an eye for what styles and colors would complement a woman, and she dressed each woman accordingly. It did not matter what the latest fashion might be in Paris. If said fashion did not look well on a lady-or, in Lily's case, on the courtesan-Madam Durand would not dress her in it.

"No, no, no!" Madam Durand said in her heavily accented English as soon as Lily walked through the shop's door. "I do not comprehend why you insist on defying me."

The seamstresses in the shop, as well as the young girl who must have had the appointment directly before Lily's, turned their heads in Lily's direction. Lily merely smiled and curtsied. So much for slipping in unobtrusively.

"Everyone is wearing high waists," she said, kissing Madam Durand on both cheeks. "My gown is perfectly fashionable."

"And everyone is jumping off bridges!" the modiste replied. "Will you jump too?"

"I think what you mean to say is-"

"Bah!" Madam Durand waved a hand. "Have a seat and a cup of tea. I will be with you in a moment, and then we will discuss the waist that looks best on your figure!"

Lily perched herself on the red damask chair and accepted a cup of tea from one of Madam Durand's seamstresses. She knew how the discussion with Madam would go. Madam would tell her she had a tiny waist and must wear gowns to flaunt it, and Lily would acquiesce and buy another gown with an unfashionably low waist. She would look stunning-Madam Durand could guarantee that-but her style would not be emulated as Juliette and Fallon's had been. She seemed doomed to live in the shadows, despite her efforts to stun.

Drat, she thought, sipping her tea. But it couldn't be helped. At the moment she had tasks more important than setting fashion trends-more was the pity. She had an extremely important man to attract.

Madam Durand finished with the young lady ahead of Lily, and the girl's mother ushered her child out. As Lily finished her tea, she heard the chit-who must have been all of sixteen-whisper, "Who is that, Mama?"

"Shh! Do not look at her. Keep walking."

"But who-?"

"I shall tell you in the carriage."

"I doubt that very much," Lily muttered and rose. Madam Durand did not wait for Lily to enter the workroom before she waved Lily's note about.

"What is this, Countess? A red gown? With your hair? C'est impossible!"

"I know," Lily said, touching her tightly coiled auburn hair. It was, thankfully, a dark auburn. "But there is a gentleman."

Madam Durand rolled her eyes.

"And he is said to prefer red. Ruby red."

Madam Durand studied her for a long moment. "I might have known a gentleman would be involved. Fortunately for you, I am a genius."

"I have every faith in you, Madam," Lily answered, stepping on the dais and raising her arms so Madam's assistants might remove her dress.

Madam clapped her hands. "Phillipa! Fetch the Countess of Charm's gown."

When the offending gown had been removed and Lily stood in her petticoats, the assistant presented Madam Durand's gown. Lily's brow winged upward. "Pink?" she asked. "I am not a debutante, though I thank you for the compliment."

Madam Durand waved her hand. "Men like a woman in pastels. It reminds them of innocence." The gown was sarcenet with a thin crimson gauze overlay on the skirts. The overlay was beaded with delicate ruby beads, which formed pretty floral patterns, while the bodice was a pale, pale pink ornamented with flowers formed of those same crimson beads. Lily knew immediately the gown was going to cost her. The materials, the beading-it was some of Madam Durand's finest. She prayed she would not like it when she put it on. That would save her finances.

But when the seamstresses helped her don it, and pinned and taped it into place, Lily peered into the looking glass and sighed. It was perfect. It was exquisite. She had to have it. She could not fail to be noticed in this.

"Madam..." Lily breathed, but she could not find the words. The modiste was smiling, having seen the pleasure on Lily's face already.

"A few adjustments, I think." The women went to work pinning and measuring, and Lily stood still and allowed herself to be prodded and poked. She did not mind, especially when she was wearing such a stunning gown. The duke was going to be smitten.

At least he'd better be. The bill was going to be astronomical. Lily could not have afforded it without Fitzhugh's assistance. She complimented Madam Durand several more times before the gown was taken away for its last alterations. "It will be ready for the ball this evening?" Lily asked.

Madam Durand gave her a look that indicated she did not like to be questioned.

"I apologize, Madam," Lily said, gathering her reticule and her parasol. "Of course it shall be ready."

"I will have it sent to your town house."

"Very good, Madam." Lily would need to pay the delivery man at that point. And that meant it was time to speak to Fitzhugh. She exited Madam Durand's shop and waved to her coachman. He rushed to speak with her. "Yes, Countess?"

"I am going to walk, Franklin. The day is lovely. You may return home."

"Are you certain you do not wish me to follow you?"

"Quite certain." She was a notorious courtesan, but that did not mean she wanted to be seen arriving at the home of her friend's betrothed. She would be far less likely to be noted if she arrived on foot. And she preferred to avoid notice if at all possible-not simply because Fallon was engaged to Fitzhugh. Fallon knew Lily was not carrying on with Fitzhugh. But there were others who might be watching and whom Lily did not want to connect her with the leader of the Diamonds in the Rough.

She set out amongst the hustle and bustle of peers, their servants, and shopkeepers. The sounds of the city were unmistakable-the clash of hawkers' voices, horses' hooves, church bells, harness bells. She loved the busyness of London. She felt alive here.

She did not love the poverty she encountered on London's streets. She noted a thin young woman hunched in a doorway with her hand out. The beggar did not meet the eyes of those who passed her, noses in the air. Any moment now, the shopkeeper would spot her and order her to move. Lily stopped, dug in her reticule, and pulled out what few coins she had with her. "Here," she said, placing them in the woman's hand.

The woman's defeated gaze met Lily's for a brief moment. "Thank you, my lady." Then she closed her hand on the coins and scurried away.

Lily watched her. "I'm no lady," she murmured to herself. "There but for the grace of God-and the Earl of Sin-go I."

Lily walked on at a leisurely pace, reminding herself to breathe in the last of the spring air and admire the azure sky and the fluffy white clouds floating in it. Of course, the air smelled more of manure than flowers, and the sky had a black haze from coal fires, but she would not allow any of that to bother her today. Dirt and grime could not touch her when she wore this yellow gown-with the extremely high waist Madam Durand had chastised her for-and carried its matching yellow parasol with the pretty white-and-yellow ruffles. She felt pretty, and the admiring looks from the men she passed told her she looked the way she felt. This was Mayfair, so she had few worries about any of them accosting her, but she had her mission on her mind and tried to stay alert.

Perhaps that extra measure of cautiousness was what led her to notice she was being followed. Perhaps the man following her was not a very good shadow. Or perhaps she had simply been lucky. But two blocks from Fitzhugh's town house, Lily spotted her tail. She told herself she was simply paranoid or overly cautious. She stopped in front of a window and pretended to admire a display of ugly hats. The man stopped as well, studying a shop that sold women's shoes.

Lily sighed and considered, momentarily, just ignoring him. But no, she had to take action. She looked down at her gown, knowing it would be the inevitable casualty of this encounter. It was so pretty, but she supposed Madam Durand was correct-it didn't suit her. The loss would not be so great, though it still pained her to cause damage to anything beautiful. Gritting her teeth, Lily dropped her reticule. When she bent to lift it, she caught a finger in one of her flounces and deliberately tore it. The ripping sound it made rent her heart. She pretended not to notice the damage and continued on until she had almost reached an alley. And then she made a production of looking down, spotting the tear and looking shocked and horrified. She peered about, as though making sure no one saw the embarrassing condition of her gown, and stepped around the corner and into the alley.

Once out of sight, she sprinted down the length of the alley, passing several dark doorways, the rear entrances to the shops she'd browsed earlier, until she found one that was narrow but deep. She shot into it and flattened herself against the wall, lifting her parasol and rubbing her fingers over the polished ivory handle.

And then she waited.

Her shadow would think she had stepped off the street to repair her gown. When she did not return to the street in a few moments, he would come looking for her. Lily was not the patient sort. In fact, if she were ever asked to make a list of what she detested most, waiting would be at the very top. Every time she had to wait, she needed the privy, even if she had just used it. It was all in her mind, she knew, but she had to cross her legs anyway.

She tried singing in her head part of an aria she'd heard at the opera last week, but she had forgotten the words. She was never very good at Italian. And then she heard a splash and froze. Finally! She would perish from boredom if forced to wait much longer. Lily pushed her spine against the wall and made certain no part of her gown was peeking out. She heard the man's footfalls approaching. He would be confused now, wondering where she'd gone and not believing she would have ventured this far into the alley. She wondered who he worked for. Ravenscroft? Lucifer? Or perhaps it was one of her own checking on her.

She sensed more than saw the man draw nearer, and she held her breath, sinking into the shadows. The man stepped into her line of sight, and Lily watched as he slinked carefully forward. He had not yet seen the doorway where she hid. Idiot. He was looking forward, not even thinking that she might have stepped to the side and now lay in wait. And she supposed that was to her advantage, but still, this was going to be far too easy. Hardly worth her time. He took another step, and she moved into position, rose on tiptoes, and slammed the parasol on the back of his neck. Fortunately, he had not been a tall man, or she would never have been able to achieve the right angle. As it was, she hit him perfectly, and he crumpled to the ground.

"Simple," she muttered and knelt beside him. Her hem trailed in a muddy puddle, and when she'd pounced, she'd caught her sleeve on a sliver of wood poking out from the door. She now had two tears in her gown, and it was soiled with God knew what. Most vexing. She rifled her pursuer's pockets and found only a few shillings, a cheap pocket watch, and a moldy bit of cheese.

It was disappointing, to say the least. If she'd had the time and resources, she could have tied him up, questioned him, forced him to answer her questions. That was her true talent-charming people. It was why the prince regent had given her the sobriquet Countess of Charm. Little did everyone know it was a talent she'd had to acquire. She'd grown up shy and reticent, not charming at all.

Lily studied the tall fence marking the edge of the alley. She would have rather walked out the way she'd come in, but she supposed she had better take precautions. If one man was following her, there might be another. And the next time, she might not spot the shadow.

Lily shook her head. "And the day began with such promise," she muttered. She couldn't possibly scale the wall with the parasol in hand, so she abandoned it in the doorway where she'd hidden. It had been a pretty parasol, but it was irreparably bent now, and she wouldn't need it anymore, since she was disposing of this dress when she arrived home. In truth, she suspected one reason she wore this gown, even though she knew it didn't particularly flatter her, was because she liked the accompanying parasol so much.

Lily took a step back, studied the wall, then tied up her skirts. She loved working for the Foreign Office, but she could have done without the physical aspects of her position-at least those that forced her to soil pretty gowns. Lily ran forward, gaining momentum, jumped, and reached the top of the wall. She scrambled over with a groan and lowered herself to the ground. She looked down at her gown. Streaks of dirt marred the expensive muslin. Now she was glad she was taking a circuitous route to Fitzhugh's. She didn't relish her disheveled clothing becoming the topic of the scandal rags.

She arrived at Fitzhugh's town house and knocked on the servants' entrance. One of Fitzhugh's under maids opened the door, and her eyes widened when she recognized Lily. "Hello!" Lily waved as though her presence here was unremarkable. "Is Mr. Fitzhugh at home?"

The maid blinked at her, and Lily supposed the poor girl was beyond scandalized. Not only was a notorious courtesan knocking on the servants' entrance of her employer's home, she was requesting to see the master. A single woman, unchaperoned, calling on a man at his home. Such a thing was not done. Lily did not care. She was used to causing scandals. She'd been doing so since she was sixteen. What was one more at this point?

"I-I-" the maid mumbled.

"Never mind," Lily said, pushing past her and into the kitchens. "I shall find him myself."

"H-he's with his betrothed," the maid whispered.

"Fallon is here?" Lily brightened. "Splendid! Where are they?"

"Taking tea," she squeaked.

"In the drawing room?" Lily was already on the stairs. "No matter. I'll find them." They were not in the drawing room, but she found them in a small parlor adjacent to Fitzhugh's library. She was not surprised to find that "taking tea" involved Fallon sitting on Fitzhugh's lap in a rather warm embrace. Lily cleared her throat.

"Out, Pressly," Fitzhugh growled.

"It's not Pressly," Lily said. Fallon jumped up, and Fitzhugh scowled at her.

"What happened to you?" He rose and crossed to her, his eyebrows coming together in an expression of concern.

"I had a small incident," Lily said, closing the door on the curious servants pretending to dust just outside.

"Are you well?" Fallon asked, taking Lily's hands. "Your dress is ruined!"

"You should see my parasol."

"Oh, no! That was your favorite parasol."

"Yes, the parasol is a tragedy," Fitzhugh drawled, "but might you enlighten us as to how it was damaged?"

"It is past damaged," Lily said, allowing Fallon to lead her to a chair and pour her a cup of tea. "It is ruined. But I suppose it's for the best. Madam Durand says this gown does not suit me, and the only reason I continue to wear it is because I adore that parasol."

"Then perhaps it's best the source of temptation has been removed," Fallon remarked.

"That was my thought, and wait until you see the gown Madam Durand-"

"Miss Dawson!" Fitzhugh barked. Lily jumped, sloshing tea onto the saucer. "Could you and Fallon speak of fashion later and tell me what happened to leave you in this state?"

Fallon put her hands on her hips. "There's no need to shout."

Fitzhugh sighed. Loudly. Then looked pointedly at Lily.

She gave him a sweet smile. "I was leaving Madam Durand's shop," she began, "when I noticed I was being followed."

"Are you certain?"

Lily raised a brow.

Fitzhugh held his hands up defensively. "My apologies. I did not mean to question your skills. Do go on."

"As I was on my way here to collect payment, I did not want to be followed. I ducked into an alley, and the man followed."

"Forgive me," Fitzhugh said, taking the seat across from Lily. "What payment?"

"For my gown," Lily said, looking exasperated. "The Foreign Office cannot expect me to take full responsibility for financing the seduction of the Duke of Ravenscroft."

"Now I am confused," Fallon said. "Why on earth would you seduce that lecher?"

"Because we suspect the duke is the man who wants to see the Diamonds in the Rough assassinated," Fitzhugh told his intended. "He is in possession of some rather large rubies."

"Rubies he was using to hire assassins to kill our best spies..." Fallon's wide eyes narrowed. "Why was I not informed of this danger to you?"

"It didn't concern you," Fitzhugh answered. Lily winced. She glanced at Fallon, who was rising slowly from her seat, daggers shooting from her eyes. Lily jumped to her feet.

"Before you two progress any further in this discussion," she said, "could I have the blunt? Madam Durand is sending the gown this afternoon, and I'd like to go home and burn this dress."

"I'll send for your coachman." Fallon rose and left the room.

Fitzhugh steepled his hands. "How much?"

Lily told him.

"Is this a gown or a town house?"

"It's an exquisite gown. Ravenscroft will not be able to keep his eyes off me."

Fitzhugh raked a hand through his hair. "I don't have to tell you to be careful. You know the latest intelligence?"

"Artemis? Do you believe we've found him?"

"I think much of the evidence points to the duke."

"I'll find out the truth." Lily sank into her seat again, impossibly weary. She would need all of her skills tonight to convince those at the ball she was lively and charming. She would much rather go to bed and sleep.

How perfectly tedious.

"I don't like this," Fitzhugh said. "Artemis is aptly named. He hunted and killed several of our best during the war. I don't like putting you in jeopardy."

She felt her belly knot at his words. This mission was unlike most of the others she was assigned. If Ravenscroft was Artemis, she would be risking her life to uncover his secret. She could very well end up with her throat slit, her body thrown in an unmarked grave somewhere in Nottinghamshire.

But she could not show her fear to Fitzhugh. Any other agent sent in would be much more at risk than she. She did not want to be responsible for anyone's death because she was a coward. Lily gave Fitzhugh a shrug and waved her hand dismissively. "Why would Ravenscroft suspect me of being anything other than a courtesan? In which case, the only thing in jeopardy is my virtue, and that is but a distant memory."

Fitzhugh didn't smile at her jest. "If he attempts to force himself on you-"

"I am perfectly capable of handling that sort of thing," Lily said, forcing herself to sound confident. "You have nothing to worry about. Plan your wedding and watch your back. I will obtain the information you need."

"My mother is planning the wedding, and Fallon's brute of a butler has my back. You'll have to forgive me if I have little to do but worry over my agents."

"You should be in hiding."

"I plan to seclude myself and my wife for weeks after the wedding."

Lily rolled her eyes. The door opened, and Fallon stepped inside. "I sent a messenger, but it may be some time before the coach arrives. In the meantime, let me show you to a room. At the very least, you may splash water on your face."

Fallon knew Lily well enough to realize when she was weary she craved peace and solitude.

"I'll have your funds ready before you depart," Fitzhugh said.

"Again, thank you."

She followed Fallon to a small bedchamber. A maid was just finishing building a fire in the hearth, while another poured water from a jug into a basin. Both curtsied and retired. Lily washed her hands and face and pressed the cool cloth to her eyes. When she opened them, Fallon was watching her. "Are you looking forward to the wedding?" Lily asked.

Fallon shrugged. "I am looking forward to the marriage."

"He is lucky to have you," she said, running the cloth over her neck.

"He seems to think so." The awe in her voice told Lily Fallon still wasn't quite certain she deserved real love. "Lily, there's something I wanted to speak to you about."

Lily smiled. "Is it about the wedding night? You see, my dear, when a man and woman love each other..."

Fallon rolled her eyes. "It is not about the wedding night, and you know it. It's something else. Someone, actually."

Lily's pulse kicked at the grave look on Fallon's face. "What's wrong?"

"Darlington is back in Town."

Lily tensed but pretended to be uninterested. "I saw him when he was last in Town. He seemed a bit surly. I won't seek him out again."

"But he will seek you out. He's come to see you."

Lily willed her heart to stop thundering in her chest. Her? Not possible. She was invisible to him. Lily could hear Fallon still speaking, but her voice sounded far away and muted under the thrum of blood pounding in Lily's ears. Without waiting for her friend to finish, Lily interrupted, "Why would he want to see me?"

"According to Juliette, he ‘will not allow that harlot to soil the memory of his mother or the hallowed ground of Ravenscroft Castle.'"

Juliette. Lily's fists clenched. Of course. "Hallowed ground?"

Fallon shrugged. "It was something like that. I only told you because I thought you should be aware."

Lily nodded, unable to speak.

"Lily," Fallon said, placing her hand on Lily's arm. "Darlington may be your biggest impediment."

ger, this Regency romance sizzles with sexual tension...and brims with subtle humor."-Long and Short Reviews "Sensual and sexy."-Publishers Weekly

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It is the perfect assignment for Lily Dawson, the "Countess of Charm." All Lily has to do is use her allure to seduce the Duke of Ravenscroft and find proof that he is the traitor trying to discover the identities of secret agents. Lily has captured the Duke's interest, and her plan is working like a charm until the duke's son, Andrew Booth-Payne, Earl of Darlington, inserts himself back into Lily's life. While Lily might be one London's most celebrated courtesans, Andrew can't believe Lily would even think about becoming romantically involved with his father. Even as Andrew does his best to derail any developing romance between Lily and the duke, he finds himself falling under her seductive spell. Galen (True Spies, 2013) wraps up her Jewels of the Ton trilogy with a fast-paced, sexy tale that is custom-made for readers who like their historical Regencies souped-up with plenty of espionage-flavored intrigue and dramatic adventure. Copyright 2014 Booklist Reviews.

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