They called him Satan. His arrogant good looks compelled. His black eyes seemed able to see into one’s very soul. Nicholas, the viscount Wyndham, was deemed a dark and dangerous man, outcast from polite society, hardly a fit companion for an innocent new arrival like Sylvie Wetherall.
But beneath the angelic facade of the vicar’s daughter beat a heart that longed for passionate adventure… a heart irresistibly drawn to the piercing gaze where she sensed not danger but aching need and her own inescapable destiny.