The beau monde has always had it all—money, pride, titles—while the needy die on their doorsteps. So I don a mask, steal from the rich, and give to the poor. I am no longer Lord Archer Croft, the Marquess of Hawksfield and the son of a duke. I am the Masked Marauder. My only rule: never let anyone close enough to know my secret. So I'm cold and hard and scare everyone away. That's just what it takes if I hope to make a difference in this world. Until one woman, Lady Briannon Findlay, pitied by the ton, sees through my defenses, and I can't help the heat between us. Everyone sees her as quiet and frail, but I see the spark behind her eyes and I'm like a moth to her flame. For a moment, I think I might be able to keep her and my secret.