In 1888, the worst place to be in England is London's East End... Jack the Ripper's hunting ground. That's where Jessaymn Forsythe is determined to go after receiving a disturbing letter from her missing sister, Lenore. Why is she staying with a woman named Annie Chapman? Why is she going by the name of Mary Kelly? Why is Lenore hiding? Disguised as a woman of limited means, Jessaymn leaves high society behind and makes her way to Whitechapel. There she meets Inspector Devlin Burke. An arrogant Irishman who has pulled himself up from the streets he now patrols. He's handsome, ruthless, and carries a chip on his shoulder the size of a log cabin. Abandoned at birth by an aristocratic mother, Devlin feels only contempt for the upper class. As time passes, Devlin becomes more and more suspicious of Jessaymn. She doesn't seem to belong in Whitecapel. She speaks too elegantly to be from the lower class, not to mention being able to read and write. Who has time for anything but survival in the East End? Jessaymn is hiding something and Devlin is determined to find out what it is. Although Jessaymn comes from a wealthy family, she is rich in her own right. She has achieved the status of a famous painter by using a man's name to protect her identity. Against Devlin's wishes, Jessaymn assists the police by sketching drawings of the killer from eyewitness accounts. When her sketches circulate around Whitechapel they catch the attention of Jack and force Devlin to keep an even closer eye on Jessaymn. Fighting their mutual desire for each other, Devlin and Jessaymn can only hope that they find Jack before he finds them. This book takes the actual case of Jack the Ripper and shows his victims as more than numbers in a body count.

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