Jane has just arrived in New York City to start a new life, only to lose her job before she's even started and with no where to live but a crummy hotel. So she does something she's never done before: go to a seedy bar for a strong drink.

Obviously a bad idea for a young, innocent woman, she's saved from an attempted rape by a beautiful, brooding yet charismatic man called Rhys Young. Going back to the alley later to look for her necklace, she comes across Rhys again, this time while he is being attacked ... by a vampire.

The morning after the attack, she wakes up in a lavish bed in a lavish apartment next to Rhys, who suddenly thinks he is the Viscount of Rothmere, is living in Regency London and that she is his American fiance. His younger brother, Sebastien, rescued them both and brought them to the apartment. He likes the new - or is that old? - Rhys, who laughs and talks and smiles and loves.

Sabastien convinces Jane to stay to take care of Rhys and protect him from the real world until his memory returns, though he knows that Rhys has done this to himself because he could never enjoy Jane without suppressing his vampire self.

This is a fun, entertaining, sexy romp - a little like Lynsay Sands but a bit more serious. It's a more original premise than most, and the characters are great. The prose is quick and precise, with none of those long-winded, syrupy lovey-dovey scenes that get so repetitive.