Daniel finds most of the prim and proper lovely's rules ridiculous—but when she insists on masquerading as his wife for the sake of appearances, he immediately envisions the delights of sharing a bedchamber. The unexpected smouldering beneath her straitlaced exterior ignites his desire, and die vulnerability hidden beneath her cool control makes him want her even more. Yet Helena's a lady, and he's the son of a highwayman. How can he ever ask her to share his world?

After a patchwork of jobs like technical writing and teaching, I have decided that my favorite job so far (even more than manning the ice cream machine at a summer camp) is novel writing. In novels, I can meddle in people's lives without getting into trouble, and that's what I live for.

The rest of the time I enjoy meddling in the lives of my son and my husband, who show their appreciation by sending me back to the computer as much as possible. I also enjoy traveling (either in real-time or on the Internet), reading books by other meddling authors, and going out to dinner or for ice cream (I can't let go of that summer camp job!).