NYC Detective Michael Pendridge doesn't have to think about all he's lost since the day he put on the uniform eleven years ago. The ghosts are always there, fresh in his mind. It has taken everyone he's allowed himself to care about. It has wrenched compassion from his heart and replaced it with the hard shell of apathy. But justice is in his blood. Even after rubbing a brooch and being sent back to eighteenth century England, one of the first things he witnesses is a beautiful pickpocket who will lead him on a journey where he will find himself again.
Lady Charlotte Whimsey, daughter of the Duke and Duchess of Croydon has been picking pockets since she was twelve. She's not about to let the fact that her estranged father is a judge stop her, or that he hires the handsome, dark-haired stranger who shows up at the door to keep law and order in Croydon, and also to keep her under control. After a failed attempt at out-witting the new lawman, she finds herself in his care-and it isn't so bad. She doesn't expect to fall in love with his rare smiles and his tender gaze. He's menacing, rough, and gritty, and he makes her forget everyone else. But the closer she grows to the detective, the closer he grows to discovering how deeply she's involved with the elite thieves known as The Horsemen, guilty of murder.
