How does Devlin fulfil his vow to his late father, without losing the woman who can save his family from the poor house.... Unlike her stepmother, Lady Dharma Dexter totally believes in love. She knows all Lord Byron’s poems by heart and is waiting for the day when the man of her dreams woos her with sonnets. At her stepmother’s bachelorette house party, she can’t ignore her best friend’s brother, the annoying yet stunningly handsome, Warwick Sneddon, the Marquis of Devlin, a man who is there because he desperately needs money. For some reason, he ignores her stepmother and sets his sights on her. Dharma has a very large dowry, but she is not giving it to any man until he wins her heart. She is not marrying for duty, or for a title. She wants love, and she’s sure the man known as the Devil doesn't have a heart. Lord Devlin’s father left the family estates in ruins, and when Devil, as he is known to his friends, came into his title twelve months ago, his mother begged him to marry quickly, and marry well. Only problem is, his father died with the rumor of traitor hanging over his head. No good family will let him near their daughters. With debtor's prison a real possibility, fate throws him a bone in the guise of his younger sister’s friend, the very spoilt Lady Dharma. She’s beautiful beyond words, clever, self-assured, and would make him a fine Marchioness—except she demands the one thing he refuses to give—his heart.