Annabelle Jocelyn preferred to keep men at a distance. Indeed, the young widow's heart belonged to her business. As owner and editor of Bailey's Press, her current project was to secure a certain scandalous diary with which she hoped to cause a publishing sensation. But Annabelle's plans went decidedly awry when she crossed paths with the rakish Earl of Dalmar, a man--hardly a gentleman!--who seemed to have a singular talent for getting her back up. He had an interest--no doubt a personal one--for suppressing the diary. But she was not about to be intimidated by his anger, nor tempted by the gleam in his eye.
Brave soldier, handsome brigand, impossible philanderer, the Earl of Dalmar had never yet been denied anything he wanted. And if he had to resort to seduction to wrest the diary from the stubborn Annabelle, he wouldn't hesitate to take advantage of his skill. Then let the holier-than-thou widow discover how it felt to have one's peccadilloes aired in public! Besides, the more he sparred with the spirited beauty, the more he wondered if she would be just as fiery in his bed.