"YOU HAVE REACHED THE AGE OF THIRTY, WITH NOTHING TO SHOW FOR IT BUT A SET OF RACKETY FRIENDS AND A SERIES OF FRIVOLOUS ESCAPADES, ETC., ETC., ETC"

Thus admonished by his irate father, young Viscount Ryven was literally driven to find a wife--the only thing that would save his inheritance.

And so he decided on Miranda who, though not beautiful, was spirited, bright and charming.

Miranda, seeing nothing better in the future, accepted the proposal. It was not a love match. It was a marriage in name only--until Miranda found herself falling in love with her husband....