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Meet Jemma West. Her fledgling catering business is toast thanks to one bad review. With her reputation in tatters and all her clients gone, she's stuck cooking brunch for hipsters. When she's offered the opportunity to plan a social media darling's wedding, it sounds like the answer to all her prayers. There is just one small snag, the new gig also comes with an assistant, the bride-to-be's brother. Who just so happens to be the sexy as hell nameless guy she hasn't been able to stop thinking about since he left her bed.

I was a forever-bachelor kind of guy. I never planned on settling down. I never wanted a family of my own. Until a phone call came, the one woman I'd secretly loved my entire life needed my help.

Held at a remote gothic estate, the three-day ball is rife with monstrous nobles all determined to claim a mate. They'll do whatever it takes to seduce her into hidden corners, to tempt her into signing a marriage contract. Escaping with her spinsterhood intact seems impossible, until she spots her childhood crush: the now monstrous Duke of Roth.

Ken was always the bad boy. The joker, spendthrift, gambler. When we first met, I couldn't get enough of him. In the end, I let him down as gently as I could, but I'm sure he never forgave me. Now, it's two years later. The "reliable" husband I turned to, turned out to be bad news. I came back home to lick my wounds and care for my ill father.

As sister of a duke, I lead a charmed life. Playing piano in the salons of the political elite helps me pass the days. My family expects me to get married, and soon, but I have plans to do something great with my life...I just don't know what.

Two weeks touring art galleries in London—that's what my Uncle Stig promised. It was going to be a nice quiet trip with my favorite relative, who also happens to be the US Ambassador to England. The only problem? It's a little too quiet. I crave something more than four o'clock tea and crumpets.

My best friend may be the Cinderella type, but I’m not. While she swans around English castles, I work overtime. I took a weekend off to be her maid of honor as she married Alex, Duke of Fernborough, and planned to hot-foot it home again in time to punch the clock Monday morning. Fairy tale endings are for other girls.