False pretenses It was an auspicious and fateful beginning-tossed into the arms of Jerome Moncourt by a violent storm that opened the flood gates to Meg's own raging torment of desire and deception. For Meg's visit to the glorious south of France was an exercise in duplicity—she was undertaking a charade for which she felt wretchedly guilty. And her plans hadn't included awakening to her own passionate needs with a chance-met stranger who had a well-practiced line of seduction. Especially since Jerome made it clear he wanted all of her secrets...body and soul. And that he wasn't about to disclose any of his own!