Lord Sutcliffe meets a pretty miss on a dusty country road and rescues her from her embarrassing dilemma. It must have been magic as his intention was only to steal a quick buss. Instead he is astonished to find himself involved in a passionate kiss which leaves him shaken to the core. Frances, the vicar's daughter, should have put that impudent, frivolous lord in his place. Why she responded to his kiss the way she did, she'd never know. She knew she should not have, but the feelings were just too delicious to resist.
Frances consumed with prejudice and the baron filled with pride enter a relationship which begins with them both skeptical they would ever measure up to the roles they were destined to play. What did he know about estate matters? He was a military man, born and bred. Would he ever learn to fill the shoes of the great men who went before him? How could he convince the vicar's daughter to help him fill his lonely days not to mention join him in the long nights? Would Frances give up her quest to fill her mother's shoes and find a place of her own? Or would her insecurities cause her to turn away from the passionate, happily ever after love so freely offered.
