Improper English

Brandishing a loaf of French bread at a dishy detective wasn't how Alexandra Freemar had envisioned starting her stay in Londa. 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 scceed as an author. Luckliy, reserved Englishman were not her cup of tea. Yet, one kiss told her Alexander Black might not be quite as proper as she'd thought.