In Regency-era London, appearances deceive, and secrets are currency.
Mr. Moore arrived at the Sullivan estate with an investment proposal, a head for maritime trade, and an unshakable confidence. Kate Sullivan should have found him insufferable.
She didn’t.
She needed a husband’s name. He could provide one. The arrangement was simple. Practical. Safe.
It was none of those things.
Was he offering a partnership, or something that had no respectable name in polite society?
What is certain is that Mr. Moore is hiding a secret. The kind that makes you question who you are. And then question it again.
Mr. Moore is a Regency historical romance about identity, secrets, desire, and the cost of building a life the world was never designed to let you have.
