When Lady Flora emerged from the waves she was stunned. Standing arrogantly before her, on a beach reserved for ladies, was Lord Richard Dashwood -his sinewy body magnificently revealed by the second skin of his wet suit. Flora should have been outraged. But the only shame was a shiver of wicked excitement. He was her golden-haired dream god come to life.Unbeknownst to Lady Flora, she too was a fantasy -not of Dashwood’s but of his friend, Lord Sidney Lynde, who offered only sincerity as pale competition for a well-muscled rake. Lynde’s only other weapon was knowing his rival’s secret motives for courtship. But to expose him would mean crushing the heart of a buoyantly happy woman. Lord Lynde’s last recourse for saving Flora from a loveless marriage? Become the one fantasy she never even knew existed...