Lady Lisabeth Montague is grateful to set aside mourning for her late husband. The match had been a mistake from the beginning, for she had been young and naïve enough to believe the court-promises of Frederick Montague, a rakehell viscount. Now her abusive, unfaithful husband is dead, and she is anxious to begin her life anew. She is shocked when a request comes from Frederick's cousin, Norton Radcliffe. Norton wishes her to tutor his own cousin Tristan Radcliffe, a marquess, in the ways of the ton. But Lord Radcliffe is no young boy. He is a veteran, who was wounded during the war and clearly has a mind of his own. Radcliffe, as he asks Lisabeth to call him, shares her uncertainty. It is a most peculiar feeling, one he has seldom known before. Kind but strict, Lisabeth helps him not only with the ways of the Polite World, but to walk again. That astounds him, because he was told she was a flirt who made her husband miserable. But the truth is in front of his eyes. Which is the real Lisabeth? He needs to know the truth as he falls in love, even though he knows she doesn't want to marry again. Maybe he needs to turn the tables and become her instructor . . . in how sweet kisses can be.
