It was lust at first sight . . .
She was a vision, an exotic goddess who floated across the ballroom, conjuring images of warm nights and silk sheets, and Lord Charlemagne Griffin felt lightning shoot straight to his . . . well, he was definitely interested. So the lady isn't exactly the sharpest knife on the rack, as Shay soon discovers, but the generous bosom just above her low neckline more than makes up for it. Before he knows it, Shay is bragging about an impending business deal to impress her . . .
Lady Sarala Carlisle may appear naive, but too late Shay realizes her unconventional beauty masks a razor-sharp intelligence and flawless instincts--and she'd just bested him Well, two can play at this game, and one of Shay's many skills is the fine art of seduction.
But in this contest, the only thing to lose is one's heart.