The Countess of Chaos: A Historical Romance Novel

She struck him with a bronze statue and ran.


Lady Elizabeth Ashworth had no choice — not when Lord Mordaunt’s hands were at her throat, not when his threats made clear that their betrothal would end in her ruin. She brought the statue down, fled into the Yorkshire storm, and tumbled into a ravine where the moors swallowed her whole.


She woke in the arms of Lucian Rothwell, Earl of Thorncliff. A man she’d never met. A man who demanded her name. She gave him a lie. Anne. No surname. No memory. Lucian doesn’t believe her — but the bruises ringing her throat keep him from pressing, and her sharp tongue keeps him from looking away. She steals his clothes. Crashes his dinner table. Fights him for every scrap of dignity a woman without a name shouldn’t possess.


He responds in kind. Defends her to neighbors. Buys her dresses he can barely describe. Falls for a woman who doesn’t exist.


Because “Anne” is a fiction — and the real Lizzie is wanted for what happened in Mordaunt’s library. Every day she stays at Thorncliff, the truth grows more impossible to tell. And more devastating to reveal.


Some lies are built for survival. Some loves are built on lies. This one might not survive both.