"I never knew you to love the taste of lies, sister." "Oh, I don't know. Lord Stowell's lies have a...sweetness to it." "Just as long as you are aware that he is telling falsehoods," Esme chuckles. "Now, the real mystery is why?" Delainey wonders, arching her eyebrow. "Why would such a handsome man show up in the height of the season...with an equally handsome Japanese man in tow...pretending to be a filthy rich Lord?" "Am I to believe you will be sponsoring Lord Sigismund Heaney in the Season, then?" Tossing back her head, Delainey laughs. "Now, surely you know I live for this...messiness," she pauses to pick up her cigar. "In fact, I've just found my entertainment, sister. Let the games and fuckary begin," she smirks. Lady Delainey de Pointe, the infamous Duchess of Westhaven, has spent the last year scandalizing England with her unconventional wit, bold fashion choices. Lord Sigismund Heaney appears at the height of the season with a fortune and a mysterious title, is thrusted into the glittering but ruthless aristocracy. Back from his mysterious 6 years in Japan with his best friend, Luke Cho, Sigis has charm in spades, but navigating the rules of the ton requires more than a quick wit and a dashing smile. Desperate to break into the ranks, he seeks help from the one person audacious enough to teach him how to play their game...the scandalous duchess herself. What begins as an amusing form of distraction for her, quickly spirals into something far more dangerous when heated caresses, and playful banter ignites a lust Delainey doesn't give a damn to stump out. As Sigismund dazzles the ton under Delainey's guidance, rumors swirl, tempers flare, and jealousy brews among England's elite that can cause bullets to fly and the secrets they both are fighting to keep hidden to be exposed.