Behind the doors of the Clifford Charity School for Wayward Girls there lies a secret society of brilliant, fearless women who are bringing justice to London’s most corrupt aristocrats, one nobleman at a time . . .   Other young ladies might occupy their spare time with drawing or needlework, but Sophia Monmouth spends hers scaling rooftops and shadowing suspicious characters. Her objective: to gain information that will free a friend wrongly accused of murder. She hasn’t bargained on being spotted and followed back to the Clifford School by a mysterious earl who holds almost as many secrets as she does.   Tristan Stratford, Lord Gray, earned the nickname the Ghost of Bow Street because no man has ever escaped him. Sophia—all soft curves beneath her disguise—is a unique challenge. Determined to learn the truth about the Clifford School, he joins Sophia in a scheme that leads from Newgate’s cells to the pinnacle of power. But when desire is at odds with justice, succumbing to temptation may lead them both into the heart of danger . . .   “Bradley expertly balances excitement, humor, and heat to create a rollicking romance headlined by a pair of irresistible protagonists. Readers will be eager to see what comes next.” —Publishers Weekly STARRED REVIEW "A murderinvestigation leads to adventure, justice, and love in the sparkling Georgianromance that opens the Swooning Virgins Society series from Bradley ( To Wed a WildScot ). Sophia Monmouth, a resident of the Clifford Charity Schoolfor Wayward Girls, is determined to find the criminal who framed her innocentfriend Jeremy Ives for murder and see him brought to justice. TristanStratford, Lord Gray--whose reputation as the crime-fighting Ghost of Bow Streetprecedes him--is obsessed with the same crime because his best friend was themurder victim. Their paths collide when Tristan spots the cloaked Sophia from adistance and, assuming she's a criminal, chases her down a dark Londonalleyway. Though they're from opposite ends of the social ladder, the wily,street-smart Sophia and the stalwart, intimidating Tristan make a worthy match,engaging in high-spirited verbal sparring and dangerous escapades as they worktogether to catch the true murderer. Bradley expertly balances excitement,humor, and heat to create a rollicking romance headlined by a pair ofirresistible protagonists. Readers will be eager to see what comes next." - PublishersWeekly STARRED REVIEW Like every other filthy urchin born in London'sfestering slums, Sophia Monmouth has seen the ugliest the city has to offer.It's been a long time since life surprised her, and even longer since she'sbeen caught with her guard down. Until one dark, fateful night, when a nimbledrop from a London rooftop lands her firmly in the strong arms of the notoriousLord Stratford, Tristan Gray. A peer by birth and a hunter by nature, Tristan earnedthe nickname the Ghost of Bow Street because no man has ever escaped him. Butthe black-clothed figure he's just caught scaling the walls of Lord Everly'selegant Great Marlborough Street mansion isn't a man at all, but a soft,tempting woman, and she's got the most bewitching green eyes he's ever seen. But for Tristan and Sophia, desireis at odds with justice, and love has no place in London's criminal underbelly.Can they conquer temptation for long enough to expose the atrocities of apowerful aristocrat, or will the passion that burnsbetween them consume them both? THE VIRGIN AND LORD GRAY "I need you, Sophia. Come here." She hesitated for a moment, as if trying to decide whether it would bemore fun to obey or defy him, then she flung herself into his arms. "That's it, pixie," Tristan whispered. He tumbled her onto her back inthe bed, the long, hot length of his body pressing against every inch ofhers, from her shoulders down to her toes. He dropped a sweet kiss on herlips, and cupped her face in his palms, his gray eyes serious. "Tomorrow,when I wake, I want to find you right here, in my arms. Don't leave meagain, Sophia." Sophia's heart rushed into her throat. "I didn't want to leave you yesterdaymorning, Tristan. You were asleep, your limbs flung wide and your hairfalling over your face. You looked so warm, so peaceful, I wanted to curlup next to you and fall asleep with my head on your chest." He touched his forehead to hers. "Then why didn't you?" Sophia heard the hurt in his voice, and a soft sob rose in her throat."Because it's hopeless, Tristan. Surely you see that? You're the Earl ofGray, and I'm no--" "Brave, and passionate. Clever, kind, and beautiful." He tipped her chinup. "You're everything. I don't want only a single stolen night with you,Sophia. I want all of you, always." She sucked in a shocked breath, but his lips took hers in a devastating kiss, and her thoughts scattered.... A secret society of brilliant, fearless women arebringing private justice to London's most corrupt aristocrats, one nobleman ata time... There's nothing unusual about the spra