Lady Margaret Wren has spent nine years cataloguing other people's stars. She has never once written her name beside her own.
Then a man falls out of the meadow behind her observatory, and he already knows English, and he already knows her name, because he has spent three years listening through a copper crack at a world he never thought he would reach.
Vellian is stranded. He needs her coal, her brass, her plots — and her silence. In exchange he offers her the sky she has only ever mapped from below. She hides him as a foreign scholar. The ton finds him charming. Her nights become shared, her notebook becomes his, and the gate reopens on a deadline neither of them chose.
When the copper seam flares, Vellian is offered one last ride home. He refuses it in front of her. A steamy regency alien romance about a woman who signs her own name.
