It was to be a gala three-day event at Moorhaven Manor, the rambling country estate of Lady Jenna Hollingsworth's betrothed, Viscount Rupert Marner. To be attended by half the Cornish nobility, not to mention a host of peers from London, it would be a diversion of picnicking, riding, archery and shooting. It would end in another. But was her new husband who dad killed her father? After one night of passion to wonder. The jarring aroma of leather, tobacco and recently drunk wine drifting toward her on the breeze - she remembered it so well; as well as the tail, muscular shape beneath the multicaped greatcoat and those eyes of blue fire through the holes in his mask. Oh yes, she remembered that man with whom she shared a secret past. He was the highwayman known as the marsh hawk.