He called himself Peregrine, and like the falcon he was wild and free. He was superbly handsome, fabulously wealthy, overwhelmingly seductive. He cut a dazzling swath through Victorian London—and wove a web of desire around beautiful and proud Lady Sara St. James, pledged to wed another man. In Peregrine's arms Sara learned the meaning of forbidden passion—and forbidding mystery.
Only the burning power of love could pierce Peregrine's chilling silence about his secret past and hidden purpose as Sara plunged into a whirlpool of yearning and uncertainty with a man who was everything a woman could want or fear.