Did family honor really dictate that he marry the first eligible girl who could make intelligent conversation? The Earl of Darleston certainly hoped not, but there was no denying that he needed a bride. And Miss Phoebe Ffollit seemed the ideal candidate for a marriage in name only.
Or so he thought. Until his bride brought a wolfhound to their wedding and he learned that he hadn’t married Phoebe—but her twin sister, Penelope. But when Penelope revealed the reason behind the charade, Darleston knew his unanticipated wife deserved nothing less than his whole heart. Could he now turn a paper marriage into wedding bliss?
