Lady Elara knows that surrendering to the notorious Marquess of Vane means total social ruin, yet the heat radiating from his towering frame pulls her into a vortex of illicit hunger. As his calloused hands claim every inch of her trembling skin against the velvet cushions of his carriage, the boundary between propriety and carnal obsession dissolves into a feverish haze. One night of unbridled ecstasy will either shatter her reputation or bind her soul to his dark command forever.