When Netwina Honeycutt was taken to the block to be sold - a common enough plight for a troublesome wife in eighteenth-century England - she hardly expected to better her situation. The illegitimate child of a nobleman, her commoner husband a drunken sot, she could be sold for sixpence. The man who bought her paid a full pound, though - and seemed blasé about it! Stranger still, he called the sale a "re-enactment." Maybe it was that Netwina had fallen and hit her head, but her clothes, her hair, her eyes, everything was unfamiliar. Two hundred years from the date she'd been born, only one thing was clear. Of the two men before her - Phillip, who claimed to be her American husband, or Adam, the English lord of Spenceworth manor - all her heart wanted was to be Adam's one and only....