The Duke Is Indisposed

Maddie Grasso has eaten every meal the Duke of Monteverro ever ordered, twelve years of eels and figs and suspicion, because in this damp little duchy a taster whose master dies of poison hangs at dawn. Then the duke drops dead in a mirrored bedchamber — not poisoned, merely enthusiastic — and sits straight back up as a ghost only she can hear. Five days until the bride arrives. One corpse to keep sociable. And a cardinal riding in with brotherly love and worse intentions.