...and right smack in the middle of the absolute circus that was London in 1882, I was about to play ringmaster.In the heart of Victorian London, where the fog whispers secrets as old as the Thames itself, lies a den of intrigue wrapped in leather and vellum - Templeton's Tales, a bookshop that doubles as a cover for Elizabeth Templeton's secret past. And when the dashing Thomas browses her shelves, he's looking to check out more than just a dusty tome, even though Elizabeth is unsure where he fits into her carefully edited life.Elizabeth is a sharp-witted former spy who traded cloak and dagger for ink and paper, but when a crime she can't ignore snatches her attention as deftly as a rogue pilfers a purse, Elizabeth is drawn from the musty comfort of her books into the gas-lit labyrinth of London's underbelly.Compelled by justice, Elizabeth makes it her mission to expose one Lord Stanton's sordid chapter of crime and save his latest victim, the beautiful, young Amelia. As stolen glances with Thomas grow heated, corsets and conspiracies will tighten in equal measure, and the pursuit of the truth will lay bare far more than just secrets. Soon, Elizabeth will realize that every whisper could be a clue, every romance comes with a footnote of danger, and that she is determined, above all else, to write her own ending.