"Love for me was like falling off a horse. I fell, got bruised, and lost my will to hop back into the saddle." -Bridget Atherton in a letter to Lady Helen explaining her disinterest in finding herself a husband in height of London's season, 1811. There are four things that headstrong Bridget Atherton knows with absolute certainty: First, being in love can blind a person from seeing things for what they truly are. Second, this is an especially dangerous habit when one is in the company of agreeable gentlemen. Third, the humiliation that follows her failed courtship during Bridget's first year in high society jades her from actively seeking out a husband. And finally, her life became infinitely less complicated once she decided to remain single. But when a chance encounter throws her into the arms of a handsome stranger, Bridget discovers that what she knew for certain is about to change. Does she decide to play it safe or venture to risk it all in the name of love?