Lady Helena had lived with the Earl of Claremont's family since she was a child.
The countess and the Earl were like parents to her, the Earl's daughter, like a sister.
The Earl's son...no, he was nothing like a brother.
She'd been in love with him from the first moment she saw him.
Helena always thought one day he'd feel the same and they'd get married, but even now that she'd grown into a woman and he'd inherited the title, Alastor continued to see her as nothing more than a sister.
Alastor Claremont, Earl of Claremont, was a rakehell.
Seducing women was his favorite pastime, and none could hold his attention for more than one night.
Yet, Lady Helena of Pembroke ...
Helena, his sister's best friend.
Helena, who'd been with his family since she was a child, an essential facet of his life.
He'd always regarded her as a sister, but in recent years the joyful, mischievous presence of her younger self had turned into a difficult temptation.
Alastor tried to keep thinking of her as a sister, but he couldn't.
And now...