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Darcy’s got the wealth and wit, but Elizabeth’s heart is already spoken for. Cue the romance and shenanigans, because the game of love is about to get serious.

**Elizabeth Bennet**

It was supposed to be simple: come back to Derbyshire, see childhood friends, maybe fall in love. But that was before I realized George Darcy, the boy I’d set my heart on when I was just thirteen, was engaged to Lady Lucilla.

Things I didn’t expect this week:

1. Realizing I still had feelings for George. (Old habits die hard.)
2. Being warned off by his oh-so-serious older brother. (As if I’d listen!)
3. Finding myself in the middle of a love square? Love rhombus? Whatever it’s called.
4. Being oddly drawn to the older Darcy brother. (His eyes… that’s all I’m saying.)
5. Being the unintentional wrench in a seemingly perfect engagement.
6. Participating in the wittiest banter battles of my life. (With Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome, no less.)
7. Maybe… just maybe… reconsidering where my heart truly lies.

**Fitzwilliam Darcy**

I pride myself on being the responsible Darcy. But responsibility gets a tad complicated when Elizabeth Bennet storms back into our lives.

This week’s unforeseen complications:

1. Trying to keep my wayward brother, George, on the straight and narrow. (Impossible.)
2. Watching Elizabeth, with her sparkling eyes and razor-sharp wit, aim for George’s heart. (Torture.)
3. Reminding myself I’m trying to keep her away for George’s own good. (A lie I keep telling myself.)
4. Finding it increasingly challenging to keep my distance. (Why does she have to be so… captivating?)
5. Becoming entangled in a mess of love, loyalty, and longing.
6. Wishing, for the first time in my life, that I wasn’t the responsible one.
7. Realizing that perhaps it’s my heart that’s at stake in this unexpected game of romance.

My family is about to be ruined, and the only person who can help me is a burglar whose kisses make me forget my own name.

Elizabeth Bennet

My father is a fraud. There, I’ve confessed it. Jane and I are the only ones who know that he fakes “ancient Greek vases” and sells them to unsuspecting buyers for exorbitant sums to keep our mother in pin money. I don’t even have time for flirtations and courtships like other girls because I’m so worried that someday, he’ll sell one of his fake artifacts to the wrong person.

But I never thought it would go this badly.

His latest brilliant scheme is to sell a “rare and valuable” sculpture to someone whose name starts with “Prince,” (yes, that Prince!). And that’s just the beginning of the trouble. Now, we have a burglar on the loose, a “ladyship” who wants to squeeze into the action, a pompous fool who wants to marry me just to get his hands on my father’s collection, and a royal who will not think any of this is funny.

It’s pretty sad when the most trustworthy person of the whole lot is the burglar.

Fitzwilliam Darcy

Things I have never done (until this week):
1. Broken into a house. (But I sort of had permission.)
2. Split my head open. (Totally not my fault.)
3. Pretended to be a burglar. (In my defense, it was to save a lady’s reputation.)
4. Kissed a stranger. (It didn’t affect me at all. Mostly.)
5. Paid a king’s ransom for a sculpture that may or may not be genuine. (I panicked. See above.)
6. Agreed to steal said sculpture to keep my neck out of a noose. (I’ve got nothing.)
7. Kissed a…

Perhaps she’s not a stranger anymore.