Spencer Seymour, the Earl of Blackthorn blinked. Why was a charming woman with wildly curling red hair calling him a brute? And what the devil was his son doing living in her modest dower house . . . while her son was in residence at elegant Blackthorn hall.
With her temper unfashionably boiling, pretty widow Frederica MacKivern minced no words in telling Lord Blackthorn what he needed to know. His twelve-year-old son, believing that his busy father didn't care a whit about him, had traded places with Frederica's son, who thought it a lark to escape his mother's watchful eye.
Now, Frederica lambasted the terribly handsome earl for his negligence, a plot was set in motion. Two lonely boys who needed a father and a mother had concocted a daring scheme that could lead to scandal and certain disaster - or a brand-new family filled with love!