With her heart broken over losing Harry, Winnie finds her heart opening to other possibilities. She struggles to find her place in Victorian London's glittering society as she helps her aunt, the Duchess of Applegate matchmake her bachelor son. With London inundated with American heiresses looking to marry into British nobility they have a wide cast to choose from but the Duke has his sights on one particular heiress but she is already promised to another.
Befriended by an American heiress, Winnie is determined to discover the truth when she goes missing. With the help of her new friends, Winnie launches her own investigation putting herself in danger. From the ballrooms of London's Haute Ton to Saint George's hospital, Winnie grows into a lady of strength and courage as the Duke of Applegate learns how to catch a runaway heiress.
Autorentext
People have often asked me why I don't write about my adventures raising six sons. I have to admit that I prefer to write their stories as fiction because no one believes the stuff they put me through if I tell it as fact. In fiction I can clean my boys up a little when I like them and make them the heroes of my stories and if they've pissed me off, I can make them the villains. It's been a running joke around our house that mom will put you in her book and kill you off on page fifty, but some know they're the smelly corpse discovered in the ditch at the very beginning of the story. Heck, it's not even a threat anymore my grandkids are begging to be put in my books and even telling me how I can kill them off. I mean really, where's the threat in that? We put the fun in dysfunctional, what can I say? I have long conversations with my children and grandchildren about blowing things up and how to get rid of bodies. The holidays are never boring around our house.