When Nelwina Honeycutt was taken to the block to be sold--a common enough plight for a "troublesome" wife in eighteenth-century England--she hardly expected to better her situation. The illegitimate child of a nobleman, her commoner husband a drunken sot, she could be sold for a sixpence.
The man who bought her paid a full pound, though--and seemed blase about it! Stranger still, he called the sale a "re-enactment." Maybe it was that Nelwina had fallen and hit her head, but her clothes, her hair, her eyes: everything was unfamiliar. Two hundred years from the date she'd been born, only one thing was clear: Of the two men before her--Philip, who claimed to be her American husband; or Adam, the English lord of Spenceworth manor--all her heart wanted was to be Adam's one and only . . . Spenceworth Bride.
