He was the man of her dreams . . . The only hope to end her nightmares. A slender figure emerged from the evening mist along Scarborough beach, diamond-like droplets shimmering on raven black hair, and there before Braden Sheffield, Duke of Sherburgh, was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. His anger against the jaded ton had driven him to the seaside to be alone . . . but his bitterness vanished when he beheld this vision of loveliness...