At night the music came through the wall, warming her like a lover. Swaying in cadence with the waltz, she pictured the dancers . . . arms entwined, warm breaths caressing cheeks. Twirling in time, she became one with the melody. And waited for a partner who never arrived . . .
Proper Bostonians are talking about the Widow Braxton. They say she wears the gowns of a century past . . . she invites servants to parties . . . they say she is mad. Stephen St. James has heard rumors about his new neighbor. Yet no gossip prepares him to meet the widow behind the wall. For she is no wizened old woman -- but an exquisite young beauty. The moment he glimpses Belle, Stephen is transfixed by her haunted blue eyes. No matter that Belle is a temptress one moment, an innocent the next, Stephen is entranced by her loveliness -- and her outrageousness. But before he can make her his own, he must free the secret that binds her heart . . .