From as far back as Rozalynne McLaughlan could remember, she had always felt a little different. Not quite fitting into the slot of perfect daughter, or dainty princess molding to the expectations that being raised with the air and good graces befitting a family of their stature in their community, demanded.

She preferred leather and lace to the organza ballgowns her parents often cajoled her into wearing to attend some function or another.

Brought up with a silver spoon in her mouth - thanks to her ancestors’ hard work and frugal investments - her family was abundantly loaded with old money.

She didn’t have to work a single day for the rest of her natural life if she didn’t want to, and, at almost twenty-one, that was very much on her life’s agenda.

Being a member of The Association - made up of twenty offspring from the elite echelons of society - she finally found her niche as Mistress Hellion, and she embraced her with gusto.

Rozalynne McLaughlan had it all.

Until the night Bryce Ronald Caldwell changed her life forever.

He took away the two people she cared most about in the world.

And she spent the next five years plotting her revenge.

But what she didn’t count on, was what it awakened in her.