As I'm starting to work on clearing some of the shelves of my older series in 2025, Rhys Bowen's Her Royal Spyness, the first of the Royal Spyness series seems like a good place to start since I've had this copy on my shelf since 2007.
From the jacket: My ridiculously long name is Lady Victoria Georgiana Charlotte Eugenie, daughter to the Duke of Glen Garry and Rannoch. And I am, as they say, flat broke. A girl of my standing - that is, thirty-fourth in line for the throne - is good for only a few things: perfecting my curtsy, hosting fetes - oh, and marrying into a noble family for the ever-so-romantic reason of securing allies.
But my brother Binky cut off my meager allowance, So I bolted from Scotland - and a marriage to Fish-Face (I mean, Prince Siegfried of Romania) - and headed to London, where I have:
a) worked behind a Harrods cosmetics counter for all of five hours before getting sacked
b) built a fire in the hearth - entirely on my own, thank you very much
c) started to fall for a minor royal who's Catholic, Irish, and unsuitable in every way
d) made a few quid housekeeping (incognito, of course), and
e) been personally summoned by the Queen herself to spy on her playboy son
Less than thrilled with this last bit, I'm wondering what to do when an arrogant Frenchman, who - coincidentally enough - is trying to swipe the estate that's been in my family for eight hundred years, winds up dead in my bathtub. Now my new job is to clear my very long family name...
What's the oldest book on your TBR?
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