Miss Emma Worthington knew that at twenty-seven she was on the shelf, but even that could not persuade her to marry an appalling roue to save her father from debt. The only escape was to run away to Bath. It seemed the worst of bad luck that Richard Du Quesne should be there, showing every sign of wanting to save her from herself. Was there nowhere she could hide from the man known as the Silver Squire–and did she really want to?
Mary Brendan was always a keen reader of historical romance, and she decided to try her hand at writing a Regency novel during her youngest son's afternoon naps. What started as a lazy lunchtime indulgence, sandwich in one hand, notepad in the other, soon developed into a highly enjoyable part-time occupation. When time permits, she relaxes by browsing junk shops for curios and antiques, or by visiting the local Tandoori for a prawn dansak and a glass or two of red wine.