Lady Alex — Catherine Creel

"You are no innocent, and I am no fool!"

Alexandra Sinclair was no baseborn little doxy to be toyed with; she was a lady -- with no place here in Australia, in the factory prison at Parramatta ... or in the arms of an arrogant, green-eyed American who treated her with such a shocking lack of respect.

Yet something in Jonathan Hazard's eyes had compelled her to trust him. He had rescued her from the factory, true enough, yet at what cost? She was an English noblewoman falsely accused of a crime she didn't commit. Was this her only hope of freedom -- indentured servitude to a rakehell who stirred her woman's passion into molten desire?