One Good Earl Deserves a Lover (The Rules of Scoundrels, #2)

by Sarah MacLean

Oh dear. This wasn’t going at all according to plan. She was going to have to scream for help. Screaming was so emotional. Not at all scientific.

She considered lifting her skirts and naming all the bones in her foot. Instead, she stayed quiet.

Thousands of Bombyx mori had given themselves to this dress. They’d cocooned themselves to set Pippa free.

She was always on a separate course from the rest of the universe—the planet that orbited in reverse, the sun that rose in the west.