Miss Miranda is not really a Miss, exactly. Nor is her name Miranda, exactly. But to escape her tyrannical duke of a father, changes were required. Now in the Scottish countryside, employed by her new brother-in-law's unsuspecting friend, Heathcliff Marston, Viscount Kilpatrick, Miranda feels safe--except for the danger of falling in love. And the Viscount's broad shoulders and seductive brogue are no help at all. Certainly, a peer of the realm would never entertain a dalliance with the help . . . And definitely not kiss the help . . . Except this Viscount isn't a typical peer of the realm . . .