The Earl of Treybourne was not going to lose a public argument with a petty, scribbling journalist. So he headed for Edinburgh, disguising himself as plain Mr. Archer, eager to discover the anonymous writer. A flawless plan, until he found himself distracted by the beautiful Miss Anna Fairchild. A bluestocking long on the shelf, Anna had no desire for a husband. But she felt a strange kinship with the dashing--and enigmatic--gentleman. With secrets...