The Viscount and The Emerald Heiress

Amara Potter dies expecting darkness.

Instead, she wakes in silk sheets, beneath a Regency ceiling, in the glittering chaos of Bridgerton's second season.

Reborn as Lady Amara Gryffindor-niece to Queen Charlotte and heiress to a powerful Scottish dukedom-she is sent to London with one command: marry well. Marry wisely. Strengthen the Crown.

But Amara remembers everything.

She knows the rules of the ton.
She knows how quickly scandal destroys.
And she knows the Viscount is never meant to be hers.

Anthony Bridgerton intends to marry without love. He seeks a diamond-perfect, accomplished, untouchable. A woman who will never disturb his carefully controlled heart.

Amara is none of those things.

She is sharp where society expects softness.
Defiant where it demands obedience.
And her impossible green eyes linger in his thoughts long after he looks away.

What begins as irritation becomes fascination.

Fascination becomes hunger.

Anthony watches her across ballrooms. Follows her laughter through gardens. Stands too close beneath the excuse of courtesy. Each accidental touch feels deliberate. Each glance burns longer than it should.

He tells himself it is strategy.

He knows it is weakness.

Amara understands the danger. If she changes the course of the season, she could unravel the future itself. If she chooses Anthony, she risks scandal-hers, his, perhaps even the Queen's favor.

The Queen is watching.
The ton is whispering.
Lady Whistledown is waiting.

One stolen glance.
One reckless dance.
One unguarded moment in the garden.

That is all it will take.
Because in a world where reputation is everything and love is a liability-
Falling for the Viscount may be the greatest scandal of all. 💚