SHE HAD NOT MATURED TO SEVEN-AND-TWENTY WITHOUT LEARNING THAT ROMANCE WAS A FLEETING THING....

If only she had not developed a tendre for William Haversly--her fierce enemy since the duel in which he shot her brother. To make matters worse, Fiona learned that her sister had developed an attachment to William's younger brother!

Short of leaving London, there was little chance of escaping the presence of the man she loathed--a feeling all the more heightened because there was so little about his outward appearance with which to find fault.

So intent was she upon separating the two young people, Fiona scarcely noticed the flutter of her heart at William's nearness--or the crumbling of her own stubborn pride....