It had been whispered through London society that he was a murderer, that he’d spent his youth in an asylum and had not been to become trusted-especially with a lady. Any woman captured in his existence was instantly ruined. However Beth found herself inexorably drawn to the Scottish lord whose hint of the brogue wrapped around her like silk and whose touch could attract her into a globe of ecstasy. Despite his decadence and intimidating intelligence, she could see he required help. Her help. Because suddenly the thing that made feeling to her was the madness of Lord Ian Mackenzie.