HE WAS A MAN WHO MADE THE RULES, WHILE SHE WANTED ONLY TO BREAK THEM . . . . Grayson Hawthorne is everything blue-blooded Boston society admires--rich, ruthless, untainted by scandal.  While always keeping a tight rein on his emotions, he has never forgotten Sophie Wentworth, the spirited but awkward child who captivated his youth with music and a young girl's adoration.  But one night long ago, she left the city unexpectedly.  Now the toast of Europe, Boston's ugly duckling is returning home with the grace of a swan. Through provocative performances, Sophie has found great fame as a concert cellist.  She hopes to keep her past and her new life a secret--until she discovers that her family has bargained her away to Grayson, the lonely boy she once loved--now a cold, forbidding man with the power to break her tattered heart.  At that moment, she vows to bring Boston . . . and Grayson . . . to their knees. SWAN'S GRACE is the sophisticated, unforgettable story of a gifted but defiant woman and an unforgiving man who must find a gentleness in his soul to heal both their tarnished hearts. "Linda Francis Lee writes powerfully moving love stories." --NORA ROBERTS WHO MADE THE RULES, WHILE SHE WANTED ONLY TO BREAK THEM . . . . Grayson Hawthorne is everything blue-blooded Boston society admires--rich, ruthless, untainted by scandal. While always keeping a tight rein on his emotions, he has never forgotten Sophie Wentworth, the spirited but awkward child who captivated his youth with music and a young girl's adoration. But one night long ago, she left the city unexpectedly. Now the toast of Europe, Boston's ugly duckling is returning home with the grace of a swan. Through provocative performances, Sophie has found great fame as a concert cellist. She hopes to keep her past and her new life a secret--until she discovers that her family has bargained her away to Grayson, the lonely boy she once loved--now a cold, forbidding man with the power to break her tattered heart. At that moment, she vows to bring Boston . . . and Grayson . . . to their knees. SWAN'S GRACE is the s "Linda Francis Lee writes powerfully moving love stories." --NORA ROBERTS Before turning her hand to writing, Linda Francis Lee taught probability and statistics. Lee is also the author of Dove's Way. She currently lives with her husband, Michael, in New York City, where she is at work on her next historical romance. Vienna The lights went down. Voices in the opulent gilt hall quieted to a buzz of anticipation. Standing behind the long velvet curtain, Sophie Wentworth could feel their desire. Unrelenting, intense. With a slow, sensual pull, like strong male hands to a woman's velvet gown, the draperies slid back. Sophie stood onstage, but she stood in darkness, waiting, her heart pounding in her chest, excitement and anticipation swirling together in a heady mix. She could sense the sea of faces in the dark, sense the hundreds of people who filled the concert hall, waiting for her. Then it happened, that one piercing stream of light, capturing her, tangling in her upswept hair, reflecting off the black satin cape she wore around her shoulders, and the crowd erupted in a roar of applause. She smiled into the light, her head tilting back as if she were soaking up the sun, her throat tight with exhilarating joy. This was the moment she lived for--the wave of excitement that swept through an audience when she appeared. It was the end of her first tour, and over the past months she had taken Paris by storm. Stockholm and Salzburg. Geneva. Even London, with its strict Victorian ways, had adored her. Only Vienna, the crowning jewel of the music world, remained. It was the city where the greatest had composed and played. Bach and Beethoven, Mozart and Mendelssohn. And now she would play there, too. She stood without moving in the Grand Hall of Vienna's Musikverein, the deafening applause feeding her soul. It hadn't started out this way six months ago when she first began the tour. In the beginning she had played as she was taught, proper and decorous--played as she should. And critics had dismissed her as yet another former child prodigy who played the cello with a small, quaint sound. But she had changed all that, had changed her show. And she had surprised herself by reveling in the change. She loved the extravagant gowns and the glittering jewels. The drama. The deep, throbbing pulse of excitement. Boston would no doubt keel over from shock if they saw her perform now. She started to cringe, but determinedly held it at bay. Boston was the past. Europe was her future. Pushing back whatever remnants of inhibition she felt, Sophie let the satin cape drop from her shoulders. A gasp rose from the rows of velvet-cushioned seats up through the ornate tiers of elegant boxes at the sight of her creamy white skin revealed from her low-cut, crimson gown. And Sophie could feel the instant that they started wanting her even more. Confidence filled he