Lady Laurel Abbington discovers passion and desire in the arms of two men- Lord Giles Rosehaven, a dashing young marquis in whose arms she feels safe and secure. Then there is the arrogant insufferable Duke of Roxborough, Lord Thomas Grayson, who steals kisses and insults her at every turn. But appearances can be deceiving, a lesson Laurel is forced to find out the hard way.

"You don't even want me so stop acting like you care!" I was pushed roughly against the wall, two arms going on either side of my face. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were growing darker by the second. "Who told you that?" He growled. I didn't answer. I end up looking away. His intense gaze was forcing me to. "Who?!" He yelled louder causing me to flinch. "Z-Zach", I stutter. In a flash he's at the door. "Ace don't do something your going to regret", I plead. "Oh I won't", and with that he storms out of the room. What have I done?