After her uncle wagered her virtue in a card game and lost, Jacobin de Chastelux flees into the night. With help from friends, Jacobin transforms herself into Jacob Leon and lands a job in the Royal Kitchen. After her uncle is poisoned by a pastry from the Royal Kitchen, Jacobin finds herself a fugitive from the law. She lands a job with Lord Storrington, the very man who won her from her uncle.
Anthony, Lord Storrington, blames Lord Candover for his mother's death. His quest for revenge has taken over his life and become an obsession. A few months ago, he engaged Candover in a card game believing he could bankrupt him. The attempt was a failure. Now Anthony plots to use his new pastry cook as bait. After discovering her identity, Anthony knows he can now destroy Candover. Nothing will stand in his way of revenge. He disregards his growing love for Jacobin, knowing she will eventually understand.
One hard lesson Jacobin learned from the French Revolution is revenge solves nothing. Now she must teach Anthony that lesson before he destroys their love and his life. With the Bow Street Runners close to exposing her, Jacobin has limited time to show Anthony the wasted energy he expends on his revenge of Candover.
Ms. Neville writes authentic pastry recipes that precede many chapters. Readers will drool over the mouthwatering and delectable morsels she describes, as they enjoy Jacobin and Anthony's trials and tribulations in their pursuit of love.
Beautiful, spirited Jacobin de
Chastelux would have been the perfect prize for any
man . . . but she never imagined one would win her at a
game of cards! When she learns that her dissolute,
dastardly uncle and guardian had wagered her virtueβand
lostΒβshe flees. A cunning disguise and her culinary
talents land her in the royal kitchen as a chef. All is
well until her uncle is poisoned by one of her desserts.
Jacobin must escape again . . . to the home of the very
man who won her in that infamous game!
Lord
Storrington knows nothing of Jacobin's true identity. All
he knows is that things are heating upΒβand the sparks
aren't coming from the stove. A delicious ecstasy tempts
the scoundrel and the chef . . . one that can only end
with sweet, sweet surrender.
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