Jessicamaese
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One thing one could say about Arthur Ashford is that no place had ever kept him long enough to become his home.
So when he returns to London for his brother's funeral, he expects grief, awkward relatives, and a quick departure.
Instead, he finds Kathe, the widow.
She is composed, elegant, and entirely too in control for a woman who has just buried her husband.
Naturally, Arthur decides this is none of his concern.
Unfortunately, he keeps noticing things.
A leather pocket-book that makes no sense at all.
A household that runs too smoothly.
A widow who always seems to be exactly where she should be, no more, no less.
And the more he looks, the worse it gets.
Because suspicion is inconvenient.
Attraction is worse.
And Kathe is both.
Arthur tells himself he is imagining things. The difficulty is that he has never been good at leaving things alone.
💫 Victorian mystery with a slow-burn romance
💫 Forbidden love
💫 Strong heroin
💫 Funny and witty
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