He’s the worst sort of rake… Miss Emma Blake knows she ought not to tangle with Lord Triston Smith. From his bulging muscles to his fierce scowl, every other woman would likely have the sense to stay away from the surly boxer. And he’s made it abundantly clear that he finds her the worst sort of nuisance. But she’s never had much smarts when it comes to avoiding trouble or dealing with men. Add the fact that her mother is forcing her to marry the loathsome Lord Marsden, the entire situation has Emma running headlong into a series of disasters sure to ruin any proper debutante. Which isn’t a bad plan. Except whenever she finds herself in trouble, Triston is there, muscles flexing, strong arms pulling her back from the edge of trouble. And that makes a girl wonder… Does he have the sort of strength that could save a woman from family and fate?