Miss Anne Derringer had failed miserably as a lady. Her passion for astronomy had labeled her a bluestocking. She'd plunged her fortune into a ship named Polaris--which sank. Penniless, she was forced to accept a position as a dowager's companion, only to lose her way on her first day. Now she'd come face to face with the arrogant Lord Edgemere, who mistook her for his siblings' new governess and produced an entirely wanton effect upon her senses.
Lord Edgemere immediately wanted to seduce this clever beauty who arrived out of nowhere. Her response to his bold kiss was a sigh, a shiver--and a stinging slap. Soon he was being blackmailed into an engagement with a lady of the ton, yet he was moonstruck whenever he looked at Anne, whom he nicknamed "Celeste." Unless he devised a plan, the love sparkling between them might prove as impossible as catching a falling star.