Hippolyta Royle is running for her life. Pursued by hounds on a cold rainy night, the heiress flags down a passing carriage and throws herself at the mercy of the coach''s occupant. Whoever this handsome traveler may be, he is her only hope to escape a terrible fate. But should he agree to escort her to safety, he''s in for much more than he bargained for . . .

At first Matthew Mortimer doesn''t believe Hippolyta''s story, that she''s a fabulously wealthy heiress who''s been kidnapped. He assumes she''s a beggar, an actress, or worse. But once his new travel companion washes the mud from her surprisingly lovely face, and they share a breathtaking kiss, there is no turning back . . .

Hippolyta Royle is running for her life. Pursued by hounds on a cold rainy night, the heiress flags down a passing carriage and throws herself at the mercy of the coach''s occupant. Whoever this handsome traveler may be, he is her only hope to escape a terrible fate. But should he agree to escort her to safety, he''s in for much more than he bargained for . . .

At first Matthew Mortimer doesn''t believe Hippolyta''s story, that she''s a fabulously wealthy heiress who''s been kidnapped. He assumes she''s a beggar, an actress, or worse. But once his new travel companion washes the mud from her surprisingly lovely face, and they share a breathtaking kiss, there is no turning back . . .

Hippolyta Royle is running for her life. Pursued by hounds on a cold rainy night, the heiress flags down a passing carriage and throws herself at the mercy of the coach''s occupant. Whoever this handsome traveler may be, he is her only hope to escape a terrible fate. But should he agree to escort her to safety, he''s in for much more than he bargained for . . .

At first Matthew Mortimer doesn''t believe Hippolyta''s story, that she''s a fabulously wealthy heiress who''s been kidnapped. He assumes she''s a beggar, an actress, or worse. But once his new travel companion washes the mud from her surprisingly lovely face, and they share a breathtaking kiss, there is no turning back . . .