It was her grandmother's death that drew Helen Michaels back to Castle Howarth and the man who had shattered her world ten years ago-the man she still despised. Rafe Fleming followed in his father's footsteps and was now the overseer of the magnificent mansion. He was the only reason Helen's visits had been so infrequent. How she hated him-and hated herself for the way her heart raced when he turned his heated gaze on her or treated her with smug self-assurance. Why had her grandmother willed Castle Howarth to hint-with a clause that bordered on the absurd? The castle would belong to Helen, also-providing she and Rafe marry. Of course, that was impossible.
by Anne Mather
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