Lord Byron thought he was a scream; the fashionable matrons tittered behind their fans at a glimpse of his hard form, and nobody knew where he cam from. His startling eyes-one gold, one blue-promised a wicked passion, and his voice almost seemed to purr. There was only one thing a woman thought of when looking at a man like that. Sex.
And there was only one woman he seemed to want. Lilac. In her wildest dreams she never guessed that bringing a stray cat into her home would soon have her stroking the most wanted man in 1811 London.