At eighteen, Bel got married to a viscount as old as her father and then became a widow a few short years later. Is she going to spend the rest of her life without knowing the joys of love? Can she really have what the ladies of society call a lover? As Bel's sordid fantasies take hold, the door to her room suddenly swings open and in walks a burly blond man. He embraces her and pulls her into a kiss. What is going on? Could this be her first chance to play the game of love?