The Curious Rogue — Joan Vincent

In the dark of night he leaped into her coach, swept her into his arms, and kissed her with a fervor that haunted her still.
But he had vanished as mysteriously as he had appeared. How could Elizabeth now marry a powdered fop like the Comte de Cavilon? Elizabeth's plain features concealed a proud beauty. Her sharp tongue hid a woman of daring and wit...a woman who longed for a rogue's passionate kiss even as she was dreawn to a dandy's curiously tender ways. Soon she would be forced to choose. Was there more to love than met the eye?