When a bedraggled woman accosts Charles Clevedon,Earl of Wytham, in his woods, claiming to have lost hermemory, his first cynical thought is that it's yet anotheringenious matrimonial ploy. While he remains suspicious of her, he is safe. But herbeauty and her vulnerability are a heady mix. Yet howcan they be ruled by their desire when each unfoldingmemory seems to suggest that she could belong toanother man?