Paris, 1858. Armand-Édouard de Valcourt, Vicomte and heir to one of Burgundy's oldest names, walks into a modiste's shop to collect a pair of gloves and walks out unable to stop thinking about the shopgirl who recommended he read Balzac.

Céleste Aubert has built a quiet, disciplined life out of nothing — a room of her own, a trade, and the fierce refusal to be anyone's rescue project. She knows exactly what a man of Armand's rank can cost a woman of hers, and she is careful, right up until she isn't.

But Céleste is not who either of them believes her to be. A count with old secrets, a suppressed inheritance, a duel fought at dawn in the Bois de Boulogne, and a name buried for twenty-five years are about to collide with a love neither of them planned to survive intact.

A Woman of No Consequence is a novel about the distance between rank and worth, the price of a name, and a woman who insists on being loved for exactly who she is before she agrees to become who she was always meant to be.