Miss Lucy Jones is all curves and covert operations.

She escorts endangered women out of London in the dark of night, guiding them to safety. She'd rather face a sword point than hear a man say he loves her. She's married to her cause and needs no other suitor, not even a terribly handsome stable hand who makes her laugh.

Keaton Godwin, Earl of Ennis isn't a stable hand.

He didn't even mean to pretend to be one. Things happen fast when whisky is involved. And he finds himself following a lush goddess wrapped in velvet out of London one dark midnight and to a house in the country. There he discovers a few uncomfortable truths:

He's a nodcock.

And he just might be in love.

But a fool like him has no chance of winning a brave goddess like Lucy. Unless he lies a little. Hiding his identity seems his only opportunity to remain at the women's refuge and learn how to be a better man. And to become better acquainted with the woman he can see himself marrying—her likes, her dreams, the taste of her lips…

Love grows like a wild weed in the country, but can it survive the truth?