To the Traitor in My Bed

Until Deirdre discovered her husband’s secret, Frederick Fairchild was nothing more than a handsome fool to her.

He claimed he couldn’t ride a horse because he was afraid, couldn’t wield a sword because the sight of blood made him queasy, and couldn’t hunt because he pitied the animals.

That cowardly, dull appearance was all a blatant lie.

The true identity of Earl Fairchild, a man known as “someone who looks best in gold, silk, and diamonds, and is the furthest thing from guns, blades, or any of the virtues of a man,” was none other than a traitor who dared to rebel against the royal family.

A daring, dangerous… and even seductive man.

“I am nothing like the person you thought I was. So if you dislike this, just imagine that another man has taken your husband’s place in bed.”

His burning lips pressed firmly against Deirdre’s foot. She felt her mind begin to blur.