From Publishers Weekly
Despite his five-year absence, eminently eligible Regency bachelor Morgan Drummond, Marquis of Westham, expects his lordly residence to be in tip-top shape when he unexpectedly returns to London for the social season to find a suitable wife. After all, he has Thornley, the perfect butler. Instead, he finds a motley cast of social-climbing perfect strangers already in residence. Making the most of their cachet as the marquis's "houseguests" are a 70-year-old con man with a scheme for turning lead to gold, a nouveau rich seamstress who's possibly a killer, and the entire formidable (if impoverished) family of debutante Emma Clifford—who's hunting a wealthy husband. Who's responsible for the mayhem? The butler did it. And Michaels has done it again, too. Witty dialogue peppers a plot full of delectable details exposing the foibles and follies of the age. Real historical figures include a roguishly unrepentant William IV, who's referred to only as "the King" or by his nickname, Florizel. The heroine is appealingly independent minded; the hero is refreshingly free of any mean-spirited machismo; and supporting characters have charm to spare. Almost a quarter-century after The Belligerent Miss Boynton, the RITA Award–winning novelist's 86th book is another playfully perfect Regency-era romp. Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.

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Like every noble in the London peerage, Morgan Drummond, Marquis of Westham, expects his butler to be awaiting his return home — even when that return follows a five-year absence. But he didn't expect the horde of strangers who've taken up residence in his house, courtesy of that enterprising butler and a discreet classified ad. Morgan's plan to toss his unwelcome tenants into the street is thwarted by a beautiful but indomitable debutante, Miss Emma Clifford — who's not averse to a bit of blackmail for a good cause.

Now Morgan finds himself squiring the lovely Emma to the ton's most fashionable events — and what's more surprising, he's beginning to enjoy it. Surely he's not falling for such an infuriating woman, even if she does have a way of making him forget his own name? That butler has a lot to answer for — but then again, it's so hard to find good help. . . .

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