Wicklow Castle

It was as if Marieth had entered another world -- Tallagera, a country estate in Ireland -- a world surrounded by hills of heather, far from her little apartment in New York.

An old friend had invited her to Wicklow Castle, where titled nobility rubbed shoulders with politicians, ambassadors, and even a rock star and his celebrated, glamorous wife. They were gathered for the gala festivities that accompanied the traditional Horse Show Week. Even more exciting to Marieth was the way her heart jumped at the touch of tall, blond Lord Somerset. His piercing blue eyes claimed her. Was it for always -- or only for the fleeting, passionate moment?