The Curious Rogue

In the dark of night he leaped into her coach, swept her into his arms, and kissed her with a fervor that haunted her still. 

But he had vanished as mysteriously as she had appeared.  How could Elizabeth now marry a powdered fop like the Comte de Cavilon?  Elizabeth's plain features concealed a proud beauty.  Her sharp tongue hid a woman of daring and wit . . . a woman who longed for a rogue's passionate kiss even as she was drawn to a dandy's curiously tender ways. 

Soon she would be forced to choose.  Was there more to love than met the eye?