She gave him a meal; he offered her poetry—and both hungered for more. Lady Felicity has mastered the fine art of disappearing.
The sixth of eight siblings, she’s long been labeled the “cull of the litter” by Society’s sharpest tongues.
Shy, curvaceous, and far more comfortable in a kitchen than a ballroom, she slips away from every soiree her matchmaking brother forces her to attend—preferably toward the comforting scent of butter and warm bread just pulled from the oven.
Food, after all, is her love language.
But the night she finds a ravenous stranger prowling a host’s kitchen, her quiet world tilts.
The handsome, silver-tongued intruder devours the food she prepares with poetic praise that leaves her cheeks—and her heart—unexpectedly warm.
