Society would never approve of their love. But every moment together is a victory, and more thrilling than the last...

Viscount August Greyson is a rogue. What else would you call a man who's offered such an exchange? Maeve O'Connor's time for the purposes of his pleasure, each visit twice as long as the one before, all in lieu of rents due as his tenant. Moments grow to minutes, and soon, August isn't certain how much time with Maeve could ever be considered enough. All he wants, and all that he cannot have, is her. Should he declare himself knowing that their union has no hope, or only partake of her body whilst he can?

In Lord Greyson, Maeve finds no hint of the boy with whom she once spent summers darting across the countryside. He’s arrogant, presumptive, condescending...and more handsome than an Englishman has any right to be! Sadly (or luckily?), her situation doesn’t leave much choice. Without August’s patronage, her family will lose their livelihood. What started as payment soon crosses into pleasure, however, and perhaps possibility. But will the cost of falling in the love be too high a price to pay?

With each encounter, the clock ticks louder. Passion is one thing, but every second pulls them closer to a calamity of their own making. Can August and Maeve find some measure of happiness in a world meant to keep them apart?

Author's note: This book was previously released as A Love by Any Measure.