Sir Malcolm Calveley's weakness for the gentler sex would land him in the suds, they said. No sooner had the dashing Malcolm returned from abroad than rumor had him romancing his own cousin's wife, the ravishing Lady Thea Davenham. At the same time his sporting eye lighted on Miss Bagshot herself, newly minted milliner's assistant from Brighton. But Melly was determined to keep her head -- and her heart. Not that she wasn't ripe for a challenge! What kind of man was the double-dealing Malcolm? What sort of woman would win him? A saucy minx who dared to tell him no? She would show the rake a thing or two... and beat him at his own game