Charlotte Treadwell is resigned to her father’s desperate gaming—until she becomes the forfeit in a game of hazard. Suddenly she “belongs” to Hugh Brooks, the Earl of Rayfield, a rake and a gambler no better than her own papa, and a man who will surely never understand her work with the poor. She doesn’t know that Hugh is just as confounded—his task is to pursue a spy through London’s aristocratic salons and seedy gaming hells, not to shelter the man’s fiery daughter! The trouble is, Charlotte—and her passionate kisses—stirs Hugh’s blood in ways he cannot deny, and he longs to prove that treason does not run through hers. How on earth is he to concentrate on his mission for the crown when the lady in question is such a tempting distraction?