There is nothing more fascinating than a darkly handsome
rake, especially one as controlled and elusive as Dillon
Caxton, protégé of Demon Cynster. Despite his dangerous
air, Dillon is a man of sterling reputation, but it wasn't
always so. Years ago, an illicit scheme turned into a
nefarious swindle, and only the help of his cousin,
Felicity, and her husband, Demon, saved Dillon from ruin.
Now impeccably honest, he guards his hard-won reputation
and is the Keeper of the Register of all racing horses in
England. His standing and aloofness make Dillon undeniably
desirable to young ladies, but despite all the lures
thrown his way, he remains uninterested -- his attention
unfixed.
Until "Miss Priscilla Dalling" erupts into his life. A
stunning beauty, she affects Dillon as no other ever has,
but what fascinates him even more is that this tempting
young lady is clearly desperate, and equally clearly lying
about wanting to see the Register to fulfill the whim of
an eccentric aunt.
Lady Priscilla Dalloway will do anything to see what's in
the Register -- even lie! Her twin brother, Russell, who
had fought with their father and left the family home to
work with the finest racehorses, has disappeared. Pris
knows that clues to his whereabouts can be found in the
tome Dillon Caxton refuses to let her see.
She unleashes her feminine wiles on Dillon -- to no avail.
But Dillon is now determined to learn the truth behind her
quest. Exploiting the powerful attraction that flares
between them, he succeeds in convincing Pris to tell him
all, to trust him with her twin's life. Together, Dillon
and Pris locate Rus, only to discover that his life is
being threatened by the perpetrators of a massive betting
swindle.
The time is ripe for Dillon to repay old debts by helping
another as he himself was helped. Assisted by Demon,
Felicity, and Barnaby Adair, Dillon and Pris embark on a
journey riddled with danger -- and undeniable passion --
as they seek to overturn the swindle and expose Rus's
deadly enemies. And along the way they discover the answer
to that age-old question: What price love?