She was unlike any woman he'd ever met in the ton or demimonde. But Sir Gerald Stapleton frequented Mrs. Blyth's for pure, uncomplicated pleasure and nothing else. So why was this confirmed bachelor so thoroughly captivated by one woman in particular, wondering how such a rare jewel of grace, beauty and refinement as Priss had ended up a courtesan? And when she needed protection, why did Gerald hasten to set her up as his own pampered mistress?
