"He murdered his wife," they whispered. Nicholas Bragg, Earl of Dragmore, was notorious -- even after a British court found him innocent. Now they called him Lord of Darkness, as much for his rakish good looks as for his black reputation.
She was an innocent at passion's gate. Arriving uninvited at the massive stone manor, she shivered with terror--and excitement. Jane Barclay was his ward. Her sunny, innocent nature was in violent contrast to his hot temper. He was wild, explosive, an uncouth Texas rakehell--exactly the wrong kind of man for an English beauty to tame.
Together they would be swept into the dark storm of their passionate destiny . . . and wild, all-consuming love