"But you do not seem to understand. I cannot remember who I am."When dashing Lord Umber rescued Felicia from the coach accident, he automatically assumed she was merely a wench for fun and games. He knew nothing about her aristocratic heritage. Neither did she, for the blow on her head had quite driven all memory away. But even though Felicia did not remember her past, she was not going to allow herself to be seduced by a glamourous young stranger...
They met, scandalously, in her bedroom at midnight, and shared a daring escape from France. Now, in London, the cynical and mocking Sir Nicholas Thomas is high-spirited Roberta Rushforth's hired protector and seeming suitor in an elaborate masquerade. The social whirl exposes her to the schemes of her jealous former suitor and a notorious French count—and leaves her breathless in Sir Nicholas' arms. Beneath the glittering facade lies dark treachery, but Roberta can no longer mask her passion for Sir Nicholas—whose ardent gaze might mean nothing. . .or everything.