Publisher's Synopsis
As Sergi observed her in the Behin market place, he knew the moment he laid eyes on Caprice; she was indeed his. The beautiful deep brown skin, tawny eyes, modest expressions and concealed smiles; only gave testament to the fact that she without a doubt had equal sentiment. Now if he could merely shift her beyond the fact that he was an aristocrat, and she a drudge; he knew the union would be bliss. He surmised at that very instant, he did not need to in fact utter that he was undeniably Prince of Russia...
