Ma'am,Let me assure you that I will not be manipulated by any feminine wiles into offering you another penny for such a dilapidated piece of property.--Sebastian Cavanaugh After conventional means fail, Sebastian, Marquess of St. Just, takes reckless measures to secure that crumbling monstrosity known as Trembledown--a haven for local smugglers and moonlighting spies. He plans to scare, not seduce, its owner, but when a midnight encounter leaves them soaked, stranded, and possessing just one blanket for warmth, Sebastian, a.k.a. Robert the Brute, discovers that the widow Violet Treacher is not only willful and unafraid, she is maddeningly desirable. . . My Lord,Enclosed find your unsigned contract. Pray do consider your offer as being rejected.--Mrs. Percival Treacher Though the wilds of Cornwall hold no allure, Violet won't give the arrogant Marquess the satisfaction of a sale, so here she shivers, in a wreck of a house, with lips still burning from the passion of a masked smuggler. She knows he's near--for her own bit of real estate is quite the magnet for secrets, danger, even treachery. But how will she recognize the gentleman by day. . .with only the memory of his kiss in the dark?

Ma'am
Let me assure you that I will not be manipulated by any feminine wiles into offering you another penny for such a dilapidated piece of property.--Sebastian Cavanaugh

After conventional means fail, Sebastian, Marquess of St. Just, takes reckless measures to secure that crumbling monstrosity known as Trembledown--a haven for local smugglers and moonlighting spies. He plans to scare, not seduce, its owner, but when a midnight encounter leaves them soaked, stranded, and possessing just one blanket for warmth, Sebastian, a.k.a. Robert the Brute, discovers that the widow Violet Treacher is not only willful and unafraid, she is maddeningly desirable. . .

My Lord
Enclosed find your unsigned contract. Pray do consider your offer as being rejected.--Mrs. Percival Treacher

Though the wilds of Cornwall hold no allure, Violet won't give the arrogant Marquess the satisfaction of a sale, so here she shivers, in a wreck of a house, with lips still burning from the passion of a masked smuggler. She knows he's near--for her own bit of real estate is quite the magnet for secrets, danger, even treachery. But how will she recognize the gentleman by day. . .with only the memory of his kiss in the dark?