Despite her sheltered country upbringing, Corrine Randolph dreamed of a dashing lover just like the ones in the novels she so relished. Her own betrothed, the object of her girlhood adorations, paled in comparison to her thrilling imaginary heroes - though Simon Waverly was certainly handsome enough to look the part of a roguish count. If only she could persuade him to regard her more affectionately than he did a prized piece of horse flesh! She knew she meant nothing more to him than a convenient escape from the London Marriage Mart, but just once Corrie wanted to be swept off her feet like a romance heroine!
Simon Waverly had returned home from the fighting on the Peninsula eager to settle his neglected estates and to marry and beget an heir. And who better to serve his purpose than Corrine Randolph, a local miss who'd grown up most delightfully. With such a sensible match he could forgo the nonsensical rights of courtship and proceed with wedded bliss. But Corrie had clearly poked her nose into the wrong sort of book, for she had some rather outlandish notions about romantic love. Simon was willing to play the part of wickedly ardent rakehell to woo his lovely bride-to-be, but he would soon show Corrine Randolph that real love was far more enchanting than the stuff of dreams.