The Royal Agents of MI6

As a duke, the boundaries and loyalties are clear. I may be the marquess of Wells with a stoic and rigid father on his deathbed, but I have desires and needs that break those boundaries. Falling for an assassin may be an issue. But I haven’t faced a problem yet that I can’t solve - other than assembling a crib. 

Espionage, secrets, and all the other crap, my team wants me tight-lipped about. And that’s fine. I’m used to life undercover. As an MI5 agent, I take on a lot. It’s who I am, and what I do. But the fiery new weapon for US Homeland Security is more dangerous than anything I’ve touched — or tasted — before. With her curves and sass, she’s dangerous and powerful. Let’s be honest, she’s never faced off against me, though. I’ve got tricks to make anyone cave.

What could be sexier than British-accented spy? Put him in a tuxedo and hand him a brandy. A commoner buried in his work. A correspondent in over her head. Fiery and furious, they dig deep into the throes of passion. The Commoner: Reporters need to back off. I’ve got a job to do. Being overworked, overwhelmed, and underappreciated, the last thing this M15 agent needs is a sexy and incredibly persuasive journalist knocking me off my game. But the terror in her eyes tells me she needs me - in more ways than one.

Debutante, elite, aristocrat - they’re all words that mean nothing. I need more. I need power, passion, adventure, and danger. Being a part of Her Majesty’s Secret Service is the only answer, my only dream, to end this nightmare of boredom. But walking away from him, the rugged and rough rancher who stole my heart, is more terrifying than anything. Can a lady have a bit of both worlds without everything crumbling down?