The Governess’s Guide to Spells and Managing Misfit Marquesses (The Parasol Academy #2)

Concerning a Yapping Pug and a Twitchy Cock; And Jabs and Crosses and Hooks; Followed by an Exceedingly Impolite Series of Digs …

The series of short, sharp raps on the gleaming oak-paneled doors of Kinsale House’s ballroom startled both Phinn and Brutus.

Brutus began yapping wildly as he leapt down from the window seat and raced over to the double doors, while Phinn jumped so much, water sloshed out of the cut-crystal tumbler that was halfway to his lips and landed on his bare torso.

“Jaysus,” he muttered beneath his breath as he pulled off the towel that he’d slung about his neck and swiped at the rivulets running down his chest. He’d just finished a “training” session in the only room that seemed purpose built for his physical exercise needs and had been about to retreat to his suite (a whole feckin’ suite of rooms; he still couldn’t quite believe it)—to bathe and change before the new governess and her son arrived at one o’clock or thereabouts.