Okay, this may not be the best romance ever, but it was chock full of a fun take on the regency tropes. Our heroine is, of course, a virgin trying to find a husband during the London Season. It's her 6th Season, and she's totally bored by the concept. Also, she sets her cap for the rake who is determined never to marry. Ever. He sleeps with plenty of women, but he's never hurt a young virgin's reputation; he only sleeps with married women and widows. His particular form of honor won't let him hurt a girl's chances, and he has never broken a promise or vow. (If the married women want to break their promises, that's their own look out.) Too bad for him, our heroine is in cahoots with his sister to make it look like he's stalking her. Poor thing is actually in love, but wants marriage less than he wants the woman. Or does he?