Young Lady Damaris FitzHubert possessed beauty, fortune, and impeccable lineage. But that didn't seem to do her any good where the Duke of Camber was concerned. The man she had adored from afar since childhood had no interest whatsoever in the season's new crop of debutantes. His preference ran toward the demimonde, the Cyprians, the women of easy virtue whose company could be had-or dispensed with-for the price of a pearl choker or a diamond brooch. Damaris, however, was not about to give up. Not even if she had to attend the notorious Cyprian's Ball itself...
Camber was caught of guard by the mysterious new Cyprian. Not only was she hauntingly lovely, but actually had the gall to turn down his very generous offer for her favors in no uncertain terms. What game was this enticing wanton playing? She would soon discover that she had chosen the wrong man to fence with. For he was expert duelist and he always won...
