They called her the Cat. All London was agog at her daring escapades. And it seemed she was more than a common thief. She might end up with a medal instead of the hangman's noose!
The Duke of Spencer and Beau Brummell himself thought they had spotted the vixen in the dazzling Jennifer Courtenay. Surely her great golden eyes burned with rare fire and spirit. Surely she moved through the salons and ballrooms with irresistible feline grace. The duke was determined to learn the truth. On a moonlit highway the Cat had taken his purse. How could she know that she had also stolen his heart?