Having recently lost his father, Charles Montague hopes to rebrand the family tailoring shop as one of London’s premier fashion destinations. Climbing the social hierarchy comes at a price, one that may be too steep for a lowly shopkeeper.
Robert Carrigan is desperately searching for a way out of his life of crime. As a bodysnatcher, he grows more paranoid with every corpse he steals. His attempt to tie off loose ends only creates more knots and further entangles him in his deadly business.
Regency England comes alive in this gripping crime thriller as two men—whose paths should never cross—are bound by a dangerous connection in a city where secrets refuse to stay buried.
I'm convinced this was released as some sort of psychosexual humiliation fetish -- there's really no other reason someone would release something this subpar and embarrassing under their own name. This book reads like (poorly) proofread AI slop combined with the worst Wattpad fanfiction you've ever had the displeasure of laying your eyes on. You could maybe buy this for someone you hate and tell them it's a good book, but you might as well find something cheaper. The fact that the only 5 star review is by the author himself is all the evidence you really need to deduce that it's not worth the paper it's printed on.
The characters don't "jump off the page" but knowing you wasted hours of your life reading this drivel might make you jump off a building. At least then you could forget you read this! :-)