My Ignoble Lord... Though London's scandals were slow to reach her part of Cornwall, young Annaliza Sedgewick had heard all about Lord Jonathan Sinclair. Not for nothing did his great friend the Prince of Wales dub him Lord Sin: his morals left much to be desired, and while not every tale told about him could be entirely believed, even the far-from-saintly prince sometimes had occasion to curse him for a rogue. And now the man himself was looking straight at her. His demeanor was aloof, sardonic. Annaliza stared back with hostile eyes, the anger surging within her, the color scorching her cheeks. 'So you're Lord Sin,' she thought, her expression openly contemptuous.
But there would soon come a time when they would no longer regard each other with quite such arrogant disdain.