Augusta Ballinger was quite sure that it was all a dreadful mistake. The chillingly pompous and dangerously distrurbing Earl of Graystone could not possibly wish to marry her. Why, it was rumored that his chosen bride must be a veritable model of virture. And everyone knew that Augusta, as the last of the wild, reckless Northumberland Ballingers, was a woman who could not be bothered by society's rules.
That was why the spirited beauty had planned a midnight encounter to warn the earl off, to convince him that she would make him a very poor wife indeed. But when she crawled in through his darkened study window, Augusta only succeeded in strengthening Harry's resolve: to kiss the laughter from those honeyed lips and teach this maddening miss to behave! How could he possibly know that is was he who was in for a lesson...as his brazen fiancee set out to win his heart - and an old and clever enemy stepped in to threaten their love, their honor, and their very lives?
That was why the spirited beauty had planned a midnight encounter to warn the earl off, to convince him that she would make him a very poor wife indeed. But when she crawled in through his darkened study window, Augusta only succeeded in strengthening Harry's resolve: to kiss the laughter from those honeyed lips and teach this maddening miss to behave! How could he possibly know that is was he who was in for a lesson...as his brazen fiancee set out to win his heart - and an old and clever enemy stepped in to threaten their love, their honor, and their very lives?
