Arrogant, stoutly patriotic, as well as one of the most handsome and sought-after bachelors in New York, Jonathan Trescott proclaimed his triumph as Lady Lavinia Crossley fled tearfully from the glittering drawing room. For what could she say to the dark, determined American who had publicly branded her — and all titled Englishwomen — as scheming fortune hunters?
Indeed, from that moment on, Lavinia wished only to avoid the infuriating Trescott and the others of his ilk. But when Trescott had the audacity to make an outrageous offer for the lovely young widow's shipping firm, she swiftly returned to the scene of her humiliation to put the odious American in his place. How could she know that she would come to live for the delighted spark in his eyes when he gazed at her? He . . . the selfsame prideful rogue who swore never to be conquered by a pretty face!
Jonathan Trescott and Lady Lavinia Crossley