He galloped across the midnight-shrouded landscape, racing toward her on his pure white steed.  Her destiny...In her wildest fantasies Desdemona Carlisle could not have conjured a more dashing savior, and this was real. But an unlikelier hero was hard to find.  Harry Braxton was a rouge, a scoundrel, and a born opportunist who had already broken her heart once.  How could she ever trust a notorious rake who came with a warning:  lover, beware...With her bronze-gold hair and quicksilver grace, the sloe-eyed beauty was every man's desire and one man's sole passion.  But the secret that had made Harry an exile also made it impossible for him to offer Desdemona more that friendship.  Until his aristocratic cousin laid siege to Desdemona's heart and Harry, damning the consequences, vowed to do anything, give anything, to claim her for him own...