Alone and barely ahead of the storm, Manon fled Scotland; the insurrection had failed and Bonnie Prince Charlie's rebellion had been thrown down. Innocent of treason, yet sought by agents of the English king, the Scots beauty donned the guise of a man and rode to London - and into the hands of the sexiest Sassanach she'd ever seen.
But she had no time to dally, especially not with an English baronet. Nor could she indulge fantasies of his strong male arms about her or his heated lips pressed against her own. She feared that despite her precautions, this rake might uncover her as no man but Manon, and she might learn of something more dangerous than an Englishman's sword - his heart.