How is Lady Isobel to find a single suitor when she isn’t allowed to wear her spectacles? As if being tormented and hated by her own mother for being blind wasn’t enough strain on her soft heart.
Logan Quenting, the Duke of Mayer, never expected that his betrothed would run from him screaming as soon as he came back from war. Nor that she would prefer to break their engagement than have to look at him for a mere minute. With her confidence in taters and a horrid reputation of a troublemaker wherever she goes, Isobel is more than surprised to have a dark, handsome blur of a man kissing her senseless. Unless...he intends to ruin her for his own sake?