A Manor of Taking It by Hadley Harlin

Brontë
I’ve just inherited the grandest manor home in England along with 200 staff members and yes, I have more money than the Queen. This wasn’t my destiny, but now I’ll have to take it.
That doesn’t mean I have to stop having fun.
The tall, dark, and mysterious American wandered into my home in a blue spandex peacock costume.
(I love a good themed party. Remind me to tell you about the ‘anything but clothes’ party.)
I found him accidentally naked in my library, his too tight spandex onesie stuck around his muscular thighs.
(Why are his legs so muscled?)
His entire body is carved to perfection and did I mention he was more endowed than the Colossus of Rhodes?
He never has to know I’m the richest girl in England. All he has to know is what makes my knees buckle and where my special spot is—you know the one.
On second thought, maybe taking this manor home is exactly what I needed.