Rosie lived a knave's life on the streets of London, singing for her supper with a ragtag band of actors who were always one step ahead of the law. It was a credit to her thespian skills that everyone thought she was a boy. But even Rose couldn't fool a shrewd observer like Sir Anthony Rycliffe, a dangerous and exciting man with a few secrets of his own.
Now she had to play the most difficult role of her career - offstage, as Rycliffe's wife, in an arranged marriage. Her only obstacle was that devil Rycliffe, wreaking havoc with her senses each time he kissed the well-rehearsed smile off her lips.