The Wicked Duke’s Wallflower by Julian James

She is last year’s grey. The girl the ton looks through. By night she is Miss Vale—veiled, sold out, singing for her sister’s school fees in a boarded hall that was never safe. He is Greystow. Scarred. Blamed for a fire on the North Road. One inquiry from losing the title. He needs a wife nobody notices. Helen Crowe is perfect. Until he hears her hum. The vows are meant to be ink. Then want gets in the way. Then a cousin with clean gloves names the lease, the ostler, the veil. She will not speak his script. He will not let her burn alone. When the hidden stage goes up like the carriage did, the wallflower stops disappearing. Some debts are paid in ballads. Some heirs are ended in daylight. Read on—if you can bear a quiet girl who bites back.