Aurielle — Annabel Erwin

Napoleon's wars had stolen her past, but she alone would win her future -- as the lady she was born to be!
"She must never forget her mother is of the nobility..."

Only the yellowed scrap of paper bearing these words told Aurielle of her heritage. The note and the jeweled dagger she now tucked at her waist were the only legacy from the dying man who'd left her at the inn when she was four. They were enough -- with her own beauty and spirit -- to set Aurielle planning.

She would escape to America, conquer men with her charm and society with her skill. All scullery wenches have such dreams, but she was "of the nobility." She would make them all come true.