I was born into a family of English aristocrats, but I made my fortune in Manhattan. New York is now my kingdom. In Britain, my family is fighting over who will be the next Duke of Fairfax. The rules say it's me... if I'm married. And there can be no compromises here. I could never limit myself to one woman. At least that's what I thought until my world was turned upside down. The only way to save the empire I've built is to inherit a title I never wanted - to find myself a wife. And to take my mind off all this, I need a night of pleasure. I need to bury myself in the body of a stranger. The sliding hair of Scarlett King on my body as she bends over... The scratches of her nails on my chest as she screams my name... The bite marks of her teeth as we arrive at orgasm... All this helps me forget. But I didn't expect to meet a girl for one night, on the other side of the conference table, the next day. Scarlett King may be my last conquest, but why do I have a feeling that she can defeat me ?