If Lord Brandon Was in Any Way Heroic . . .
Pigs Would Commence to Fly!
Though Cecily Vervain had not glimpsed his face in the dark, the mysterious gentleman who came to her midnight rescue was strong, brave, and daring, a true hero. He was most unlike her aunt's houseguest, Lord Brandon – a laughable figure, a dandy on the strut, a tippy, a bandbox treasure. Cecily felt she should dismiss him as such. Almost, but not quite.
There was the look she had caught passing between his valet and himself. And then there was the keen irony of his wit. To complicate matters, the Dorset coast was swarming with smugglers. Could it be that Brandon's foppish act hid the cold-blooded heart of a criminal – or worse, a traitor? Smuggler, fop, of knave, Cecily was determined to discover the real man, whoever he was!