"Merlyn Forrest Steele had found the perfect modern-day "Rochester" in dark, brooking Cameron Thorpe. And although she could almost recreate the stormy classic from her own life, she had better things to do. Like proving to her father she could indeed survive without his millions or his matchmaking schemes. And convincing herself that it didn't matter that men seemed to covet her money more than her heart. But baiting this intimidating stuffed shirt was simply too much fun. Until Cameron the cold heart decided to catch her at her own game."@en
"Merlyn Forrest Steele couldn't refuse the offer'work for a living for one month, and her father would stop his clumsy matchmaking attempts. Maybe she'd somehow find a man who had eyes for her, not her bank account, and meanwhile, she could prove she was no dilettante heiress. So it was ironic that the first man to penetrate her defenses in her new life would be the one who was looking for just that'Not that she'd have the sardonic, arrogant Cameron Thorpe, even if he asked her. Let him go ahead and marry some insipid little heiress'he'd get exactly what he deserved'But why did this thought give Merlyn no comfort at all'"@en