“A Duke's taciturn demeanor does not necessarily indicate a black heart.

Although . . . sometimes it does. Tread with care.” — Lady Greta, a truly dreadful chaperone

There's no love lost between this shy wallflower and society's most formidable duke. The Duke of Mandrick has made it clear he's only aiding Felicity's successful entrance into society because he's taken pity on his friend's poor country relation.

Luckily for Felicity, her chaperone Lady Greta has agreed to tutor her in the art of flirtation. And since the coldhearted duke is the last man to fall for her charms, he's the perfect man to practice on. However, when her attempts to flirt are an epic fail, it's the duke who comes to her rescue. And when she faints on the dance floor in front of all of society, it's his strong arms that are holding her when she wakes. Gazing up into his warm, dark eyes, she's left with one crucial question.

If the duke caught her on the dance floor . . . why does she still feel like she's falling?

A sweet, standalone regency romance filled with witty banter, swoony kisses, and ballroom shenanigans.

Charmed, I'm Sure