In a Victorian world where magic ruled everything, Felicity couldn’t perform the simplest spell. If she didn’t pass her testing, she’d lose her duchy—and any hope of marriage. But one man didn’t seem to mind her lack of dowry: a darkly delicious baronet.
Sir Terence knew the enchanting woman wasn’t entirely without magic. Not only could she completely disarm him with her frank candor, but his were-lion senses could smell a dark power on her—the same kind of relic-magic that had killed his brother. Was she using the relic herself, or was it being used against her?
She needed a husband and he needed answers. Only together could they find the strongest magic of all: true love.