Gareth St. Clair is in a bind. His father, who detests
him, is determined to beggar the St. Clair estates and ruin
his inheritance. Gareth's sole bequest is an old family
diary, which may or may not contain the secrets of his
past... and the key to his future. The problem is -- it's
written in Italian, of which Gareth speaks not a word.
Meet Our Heroine...
All the ton agreed: there was no one quite like Hyacinth
Bridgerton. She's fiendishly smart, devilishly outspoken,
and according to Gareth, probably best in small doses. But
there's something about her -- something charming and vexing
-- that grabs him and won't quite let go...
Meet Poor Mr. Mozart...
Or don't. But rest assured, he's spinning in his grave
when Gareth and Hyacinth cross paths at the annual -- and
annually discordant -- Smythe-Smith musicale. To Hyacinth,
Gareth's every word seems a dare, and she offers to
translate his diary, even though her Italian is slightly
less than perfect. But as they delve into the mysterious
text, they discover that the answers they seek lie not in
the diary, but in each other... and that there is nothing as
simple -- or as complicated -- as a single, perfect kiss.
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