A Conspiracy in Belgravia (Lady Sherlock, #2)

by Sherry Thomas

But instead of being forgettable, the consensus was that those stuck next to him at social functions emerged mere shadows of their former selves.

The place had boasted the most . . . exuberant interior she had ever come across, a combination of color blindness and willful abandon—and

It was a gaudy zoo, and she enjoyed gaudy zoos.

But Penelope had long ago decided that while the meek might inherit the earth, the nonmeek enjoyed far more interesting conversations—to say the least.