He galloped across the midnight-shrouded landscape, racing toward her on his pure white steed.&#160;&#160;<i>Her destiny</i>...In her wildest fantasies Desdemona Carlisle could not have conjured a more dashing savior, and <i>this was real</i>. But an unlikelier hero was hard to find.&#160;&#160;Harry Braxton was a rouge, a scoundrel, and a born opportunist who had already broken her heart once.&#160;&#160;How could she ever trust a notorious rake who came with a warning:&#160;&#160;<i>lover, beware</i>...<br><br>With her bronze-gold hair and quicksilver grace, the sloe-eyed beauty was every man's desire and one man's sole passion.&#160;&#160;But the secret that had made Harry an exile also made it impossible for him to offer Desdemona more that friendship.&#160;&#160;Until his aristocratic cousin laid siege to Desdemona's heart and Harry, damning the consequences, vowed to do anything, give anything, to claim her for him own...