All of London was wagering on who would warm the cold heart, cool the hot temper, and win the precious hand of young, wealthy, and beautiful Miss Amelia Clerville.
But Amelia faced a gamble of her own as she came ever closer to being cornered by the two front-runners of her pack of swarming suitors.
There was the iron-willed, compellingly ruthless Sir Julian Denventer, a battering ram of an aristocrat who was breaking down her resistance. And there was the insufferably arrogant Marquis of Tyrone, who had the infuriating impudence to pretend he did not want her. Amelia feared that one of them was a thief, the other a murderer — and if she made the wrong choice, her worst fears would come true . . .
