The Duke Who Didn't (Wedgeford Trials, #1)

by Courtney Milan

Finishing a list had an almost talismanic quality, as if the act of turning intentions into words, then words into deeds, carried a subtle magic.

He was tall and dark and handsome. The perfect storybook hero, if storybook heroes had ever been half-Chinese.

His cooking had always been excellent, but the addition of spite to every recipe had brought an extra level of brilliance.

“White and Whistler’s Pure English Sauce is also zero percent English. British people love their non-British sauces, as long as they don’t know they’re not British. It needs a name like…” She trailed off, thinking. “Two Hundred Percent English Sauce: Now Twice as Much English as Pure English Sauce.”

“Everyone needs help from time to time, Chloe. Especially women who want revenge through sauce empires. Even I’m aware you’re not perfect.”

Root out every poisonous vine. He saw it now, in startling clarity. Some of those vines cared for him, but that didn’t make their poison less toxic.

“Ah. I forgot to introduce myself; my apologies. I was too busy smashing this sandwich to recall my manners. I’m Jeremy Wentworth, the Duke of Lansing.”