Justine Riggs cared nothing for propriety. Pretty as a picture, she flouted convention by dressing like a boy, sitting her horse like a jockey, and pondering the stars like a scientist. And she jumped at the chance to bring the insufferable Lord Devon down a peg by proving that she was the better equestrian. But to her absolute chagrin, a group of interfering aristocrats had decided to clip her wings--by scheming to marry her off to the very man she vowed to best... not love!

A LORD SWORN NEVER TO LOVE

Quentin Fletcher, Marquess of Devon, bristled at the very notion that a woman could outride or outmaneuver a superior member of the beau monde like himself. After all, ladies were supposed to be silly, silken, and submissive, and Justine Riggs' antics were pure folly... even if her angel-faced beauty was pure heaven. Still, she wasn't going to seduce him into wedlock. Quite the contrary! The game he had in mind was seduction--to match her bon mot for bon mot--and kiss for kiss ... never imagining that he might lose his heart in the process!