Lord Alleyne Bedwyn is recovering at a brothel in Brussels from wounds sustained at Waterloo. He needs to go and find his own people, but the ladies who saved his life need his help in order to put on a masquerade for the recovery of a fortune in jewels so that they can go in pursuit of their stolen life savings. It is just the sort of mad and slightly sinful caper that Alleyne cannot possibly resist, especially when Rachel Yorke, one of the ladies, resembles a golden angel.