She was warned. Falsehood upon falsehood would follow if she fibbed about her identity, but what else is Abigail Westcoate to do? Abandoned at the altar, ruined and destitute, her only chance is a new name. She has obtained position as a governess...with the sister of the very man responsible for her plight.

So Abby Wells will accept the position at Bennington Vale, brave Countess Castweill, whose sole purpose seems to be keeping servants in their place, and brave a return to London, in a lesser role, to the very society that cast her out. But hardest of all will be her proximity to the Marquess of Ravensgaerd, a man whom she should hate but whose very presence makes her blood burn with desire. Those hazel eyes hold a power to which she must surrender, a power that shall tear away all her heart's protections and lies.