"4 Stars!…A delightful Regency tale."—Tara Manderino, Scribes World

"Lovers of traditional Regencies will appreciate this book."—Deborah Brent, Romantic Times

"...Will steal readers' hearts with its charming characters and sweetly sensual plot. Patricia Harrison escorts readers to the early 1800's, a time of gentility and graciousness. Even the writing style adapts to the period to further bring the reader into the story, underscoring what was considered 'proper' behavior at that time. The author puts a marvelous twist in the story, showing that even though there were certain rules of etiquette to follow, the hearts of men and women beat with an age-old passion and freedom. Eloquent writing combined with a fast-moving plot will keep readers interested...A very appropriate tale for lovers of historical romance."—Joyce Handzo, In the Library Reviews

"4.5 Hearts!...A highly entertaining Regency romp. Patricia Harrison has done an excellent job of bringing the period to life in this entertaining story. We have a thief and a rogue in this story and all their adventures are sure to bring a smile...Held my attention from the very first page. The characters are all wonderfully written as well. I really enjoyed the reunion of Daphne's aunt and uncle. I highly recommend this one to all lovers of Regency romance."—Chere, The Romance Studio

…As Lord Courtlea rested his arm on the mantel and stared into the fire's sullen flames, Daphne bit her lip, wanting to scream at him to berate her how he would, and have done with it.

"So," he murmured, "to recover this bauble, you became Flora, who offered to stir my fire."

Daphne closed her eyes, feeling again that rush of heat, those conflicting desires that had so shocked her. "Yes," she whispered, "to my everlasting shame."

"Oh, I would not say that! Your performance was masterful. I would swear I held a warm, willing maid in my arms, as eager for love-play as I."

Her eyes flew open. What mercy or understanding could she expect from a man who considered his own wants and pleasures above all else?

Besides, part of what he said was true.

"What, no words of defense or protest?" The earl raised his brows as if surprised. "Come, Miss Summerhayes, you glibly attacked my character. What of your character?"

"I told you why," Daphne protested. "If you were a gentleman—"

"Oh, 'tis all my fault?"

He smiled, his eyes hooded, and a shiver ran down Daphne's spine. Her breath seemed stopped in her throat. 'Twas the smile of the wolf at the helpless rabbit.

"As for you not being a wanton…" he murmured with wicked promise.