"I AM CALLED SPLENDOR, WHILE I AM WITH YOU, I WILL DO WHATEVER YOU DESIRE. " Clad only in her ankle-length copper tresses, Splendor lay atop the twelfth Duke of Heathcourte, who was speechless at having been thrown by his horse and caught by a violet-eyed sprite. She couldn't tell him she was a fairy princess, chosen to conceive his child, but then she and her baby must leave the human world, or die. Unless... Was he mad? Or dead? Suddenly Jourdian Amberville, of the Midas touch and ironbound heart, wed a naked stranger to stop a burgeoning scandal. But instead of an ordinary duchess to bear his heir, his wife was an alabaster-skinned temptress who drank of his kisses and wept diamond teardrops. Splendor was made of magic, but only Jourdian had the power to keep her in his world. It would take only the one emotion he couldn't give....