Why does the powerfully built, golden-haired Lord St. Evert dress like an overdone dandy? His outlandish wardrobe belies the hard unyielding lines of his face. Whoever he is, he's ruining Elizabeth Hampton's desperate scheme to secure a rich husband. Terribly vexing, to arrive at the most fashionable breakfast party of the season wearing a perfectly stunning Chinese silk gown, only to discover that Lord St. Evert is clad in unmentionables cut from identical cloth.

Humiliating. And insufferable! Why the devil must he show up in fabrics Elizabeth searched so diligently to procure? To say nothing of the long hours she spent secretly stitching her creations together. He must be stopped. She is determined to spy out his perplexing game and put an end to his interference.

Lord St. Evert despises pretension of any kind. He cannot abide the self-important airs put on by some members of the ton and takes pleasure in making a mockery of Brummell's fashion strictures. Conceited frauds! Hadn't his grandfather's snobbery made his mother's life a misery? All the more maddening to discover that the one woman who captures his interest is the biggest pretender of all. He vows to teach Miss Elizabeth Hampton a lesson she won't soon forget.

Contains mature themes.