No Place for a Lady

If Catherine had held any hopes that the London house she had inherited from her aunt would help her escape from her despairing home life, they were dashed the moment she saw the place. It was a slum. But she couldn't just sell it and toss her downtrodden boarders into the street. The wildly attractive, curiously prosperous Mr Alger was the one tenant who did not make Catherine feel like a failure. Though he looked completely out of place, Catherine thought she smelled a hint of romance in the air. Sequestered jewels and a slimy pawnbroker, however, could only spell trouble. Yet Catherine was no biddable landlady - either to Alger's scheming or his undeniable charm...