From the moment they first crossed paths, she in an almost transparent night rail and he acting every bit the lord of all cads, Meghan was certain his character was black as coal. Oh Saints ... whatever could have possessed her father when he wrote his will and appointed this man ... this prickly remote Duke ... this darkly handsome scion of English Society ... this most sought after prize by all ladies of the Bon Ton ... to be their guardian? But he had a plan. All right ... she would follow along to a point ... but only so far as she won the only thing she wanted from him ... freedom for her, her brothers and sister to return to the Americas ... and to finally uncover the dark mystery surrounding her father's death. She never once imagined events could turn the way they did ... or that her heart and feelings would be consumed by desires that were so exquisitely different ...