Lady Cynthia Clarendon stumbled through the rain-swept night -- exhausted, disheveled and shaken with cold. She had lost all her possessions, but she still had pride and her spectacular flame-haired beauty.
At last, in the midst of the fearful storm, she found a welcoming haven -- an elegant ducal hunting lodge with only an aproned manservant in attendance. With gentle authority, he cared for her needs with Cynthia looked at his handsome young face with consternation and the stirrings of love.
But Ned was not the servant he seemed. When she learned his rightful name, she fled from his wondrous kiss. This was a man she must deny in spite of his passionate pleas, although to lose him might break her heart!