The Duke of Charrington has another problem. Yes, another . The portrait scandal was merely the prelude. Now a life-sized, shirtless marble statue of His Grace has mysteriously appeared in the middle of Parliament. With nipples. And heroic lighting. Alistair Delaney Harcourt didn’t pose for it. Again. But try telling that to the ton. London has dubbed him The Duke of the Disgracefully Divine Statues , and suddenly every tavern has a bawdy ballad, every shop has a bootleg bust, and every society lady is wondering what other parts of him might be… sculpted to perfection. He’d love to flee the country—but unfortunately, he’s engaged. Still. To the clever, composed, utterly off-limits Miss Charity Plum. And when the next artwork isn’t a statue—but an intimate painting of them , alone in the library—Alistair realizes something much darker is at play. This isn’t adoration. It’s obsession. And someone’s been watching. Now the fake fiancée scheme is the only thing protecting them both. That, and the library. And the fact that, unfortunately, he’s started falling for her. Again. Because being the most handsomely haunted man in England is one thing— But falling in love with your scandal shield? That’s a masterpiece of disaster.