"I won't marry anyone . . . no one but Hugh!" Beatrix was determined, but so was her father. With her impoverished cousin Eleanor, she was shipped off to London where her blond beauty would surely get her a suitable husband. But her aunt, the Dowager Duchess, plotting to make Eleanor, not Beatrix, "the season's rage," asked the aid of her arrogant nephew the Marquis of Trouvaine. And the Marquis was willing . . . but, in the end, would he destroy Eleanor as he had all the others? Or had he finally met his match?