Lady Amelia refuses to be sent to America as her uncle's ward-so she has four weeks to marry an English lord and secure her freedom.
Simple enough... until the Duke of Goldstone steps into her path.
He's unacceptable in every way: Scottish, notorious, and infuriatingly certain he can unravel her with a look. Their arguments are sharp. Their glances are sharper. And the longer he lingers at her side, the harder it becomes to remember she's supposed to be hunting a safe suitor-not trading heated barbs with a man who tastes like trouble and kisses like sin.
One reckless moment becomes two.
Now Amelia's future teeters on the edge of ruin-because if whispers spread, she'll lose her chance to marry, lose her place in England, and be forced across the ocean.
But Goldstone doesn't intend to let anyone claim her first-not society, not another man...
...and certainly not the sea.
Because he doesn't want Amelia at arm's length.
He wants her in his arms-and he will risk society's wrath to make her his duchess.