Eyes snapping emerald fire, Isabeau DeBurgh -- alias the Devil's Flame -- sat motionless upon her fine black stallion. The most feared and notorious highwayman of them all was about to strike...
But Lord Griffin Stone, her victim this night, feared nothing. In a flash the nobleman had the brigand at the point of his rapier, discovering too late the cascading red curls beneath his assailant's costume. His youthful, rakehell ways tamed by ten years exile in America, Griff would not see this lovely, belligerent girl hanged -- nor set her free to once more terrorize the highways. His only choice was to take the spitfire home to his ancestral estate, Darkling Moor, and somehow contrive to fashion her into a lady
But Lord Griffin Stone, her victim this night, feared nothing. In a flash the nobleman had the brigand at the point of his rapier, discovering too late the cascading red curls beneath his assailant's costume. His youthful, rakehell ways tamed by ten years exile in America, Griff would not see this lovely, belligerent girl hanged -- nor set her free to once more terrorize the highways. His only choice was to take the spitfire home to his ancestral estate, Darkling Moor, and somehow contrive to fashion her into a lady
Back cover: Eyes snapping emerald fire, Isabeau DeBurgh-alias the Devil's Flame-sat motionless upon her fine black stallion. The most feared and notorious highwayman of them all was about to strike. But Lord Griffin Stone, her victim this night, feared nothing. In a flash the nobleman had the brigand at the point of his rapier, discovering too late the cascading red curls beneath his assailant's costume. His youthful, rakehell ways tamed by ten years exile in America, Griff would not see this lovely, belligerent girl hanged-nor set her free to once more terrorize the highways. His only choice was to take the spitfire home to his ancestral estate, Darkling Moor, and somehow contrive to fashion her into a lady.
