Zachary St. John, Earl of Royston, didn't know he was looking for a wife when he encountered Miss Samantha Ardsley. He didn't even know he had encountered Miss Ardsley, for the cheeky thing was dressed in her brother's clothes at the time, and calling herself Samuel Smythe-Wright.
She didn't care about Zachary's title or consequence, or even his devilish good looks -- and she certainly didn't wish to be married to him. But married to him she was, because she amused him, he said, and because he needed an heir. What neither of them expected was to tumble into love.