What if Scarlet O’Hara collided with Scarlet Pimpernel in Jane Austen’s England . . . Meet Lord St. Evert. His outlandish wardrobe belies his powerful build and the unyielding lines of his jaw. The man is ruining Miss Hampton’s desperate scheme to secure a rich husband. It is terribly vexing to arrive at a fashionable soiree wearing a stunning silk gown, only to discover St. Evert is clad in unmentionables cut from identical cloth.