Topaz — Helen Ashfield

COULD A ROMANY BEAUTY BECOME THE TOAST OF THE TON...AND A LORD'S BRIDE?

Topaz Chilcott cast her fortune to the harsh moor winds when she ran from the gypsies who raised her and landed in the arms of a Lord. Her dark hair loose, her golden eyes wild, she trembled when strong hands grabbed her from the horse she had stolen, and she gazed into the handsome face of the Marquis of Rossmayne.

In that instant Topaz knew she could never love another man. And Lord Rossmayne knew he had found a treasure he couldn't bear to lose. But he was already wed to a faithless, high-born lady. And even after money and manners polished Topaz's natural loveliness into a dazzling beauty that captivated all the haut monde... would she still be just a gypsy a nobleman might properly seduce, but never properly wed?