She sings behind a veil to keep the creditors from the door.

He hears one note—and remembers a chapel he never should have left.
Genevieve Hart is no angel in the gallery. She is a merchant’s last respectable daughter, a hidden contralto, and the only thing standing between her brother and a smiling villain who collects women like unpaid interest.
Lucien Ashcroft, Duke of Ravenhurst, is no prince. War carved his face. A lie carved his name. To drag society’s eyes off the scar, he needs a wife whose conduct cannot be questioned. He offers marriage before dawn. Notes burned. Voice retired. Desire not included.
After the vows, nothing is convenient.

A necklace appears in the wrong drawer. A paragraph waits under the study door. The man who ruined him wants the duchess unmasked and the duke silent in the Lords.
She will not run.

She will walk onto the stage barefaced.
He will not hide.

He will stand.
Some bargains survive the chapel.

This one has to survive the knife behind the smile—and the wanting that starts when the contract ends.
Pick up The Dark Duke’s Secret Songbird tonight. No cheating. No cliffhanger. A sweet, earned HEA—after the dark gets what it is owed.