In every life there is a turning point ... A moment so tremendous, so sharp and breathtaking, that one knows one's life will never be the same. For Michael
Stirling, London's most infamous rake, that moment came the first time he laid eyes on Francesca Bridgerton. After a lifetime of chasing women, of smiling slyly as they chased him, of allowing himself to be caught but never
permitting his heart to become engaged, he took one look at Francesca Bridgerton and fell so fast and hard into love
it was a wonder he managed to remain standing. Unfortunately for Michael, however, Francesca's surname was to
remain Bridgerton for only a mere thirty-six hours longer—the occasion of their meeting was, lamentably, a supper
celebrating her imminent wedding to his cousin. But that was then ... Now Michael is the earl and Francesca is free, but still she thinks of him as nothing other
than her dear friend and confidant. Michael dares not speak to her of his love ... until one dangerous night, when she
steps innocently into his arms and passion proves stronger than even the most wicked of secrets ...