"You may tell your friends that you have passed an afternoon with the famous Csikos. I Assure you they will be impressed."

Laure had found social life in Vienna ever so much more pleasant than her own drab London—until she was kidnapped. Now that she had been safely returned, the memory of the handsome “bandit” who had kept her from harm during those brief hours taunted her constantly.

From the court of Prince Metternich to gracious drawing rooms across the city, the name of Csikos was whispered in awe. But while all of Vienna knew of his exploits—only Laure could tell of his passion.