Improper English

London on Three Kisses a Day

Brandishing a loaf of French bread at a dishy detective wasn’t how Alexandra Freemar had envisioned starting her stay in London. But the sassy American wasn’t about to put up with any flak from the uptight–albeit gorgeous–Scotland Yard inspector who accused her of breaking and entering. She didn’t have time to deal with this suspicious upstairs neighbor. She had two months to write the perfect romance novel–two months to prove that she could succeed as an author.

Luckily, reserved Englishmen were not her cup of tea. Yet, one kiss told her Alexander Black might not be quite as proper as she’d thought. In fact, his lips could be classified as downright wicked, leaving Alix to wonder how far his talents extended. There was only one snag: The serious-minded gentleman wasn’t interested in a mere summer fling. And while as a writer Alix knew every imaginable euphemism for the male member, as a woman she soon realized she had a lot to learn about love.rthijrg]ih