If only Miss Lisle Berry Thynne¿s gown hadn¿t been so fully cut, or she hadn¿t been caught kissing that prince . . . But now the ton believes Lisle to be with royal child - and therefore unmarriageable - so she might as well make her desperate father happy by consenting to wed a beast.

A brilliant surgeon with a reputation for losing his temper - and a wound believed to have left him . . . incapable - Piers, Earl of Montague, should welcome a bride-to-be carrying a ready-made, blue-blooded heir. But Piers isn¿t fooled by the lady¿s subterfuge, and though Lisle¿s devilishly smart and charming with a loveliness that outshines the sun, there will be no wedding of beauty to beast.

Still, Lisle finds the gorgeous brute intriguing, with a spark of gentility behind his growl that¿s worth fanning. And it¿s obvious to the naked eye that ¿incapable¿ does not mean ¿uninterested¿ . . .