Taken By the Earl of Bodington (Passion Without Borders #2)

She came to dress his home in flowers. She never planned to burn for its master.

Charlotte Ellis is practical, pragmatic, and utterly out of her depth , a florist hired to beautify Lord Ashford’s estate for London’s most glamorous gala.

She knows her place, and it is not in the brooding Earl’s shadow, nor in his library at midnight, nor pressed breathlessly against his shelves while his dark eyes say everything his careful words refuse to.

Alexander Ashford has spent years perfecting the art of wanting nothing. He’s cold by reputation, distant by design, a man who buried his desires beneath duty and deliberate silence.

Then Charlotte arrives with muddy boots and an unguarded laugh. Every wall he’s built begins to crack.

What begins in stolen glances becomes something neither can name, something that tastes like recklessness and smells of roses. A slow burn that ignites.

But Charlotte is hiding the wound that almost broke her, and Alexander’s past is threatening to resurface at the worst possible moment.

When secrets collide and one night changes everything, will they risk the only thing more dangerous than heartbreak?