Of all the hundreds of English girls who go to Majorca every year for their holiday, there can hardly be one without a secret dream of meeting romance there. Hazel Brown was different; she went there because it was the first chance she had ever had of getting away from a dull and constricted life, and she wasnt looking for love which, fate being what it is, was why instead she made friends with a little Spanish girl, and as a result found herself a husband. Not just any husband either for Francisco was none other than the Marquéz de Drach. But Hazel was not after all as romantically lucky as she appeared to be for Francisco was a husband with a diference . . .