He didn't give a damn about tradition. When Nash Canfield, abrasive enfant terrible of journalism, took over the staid old Lancashire Herald after the death of Christine's father, her conservative outlook clashed violently with his radical views. Christine was horrified at the raw commercialism that was reviving the newspaper's readership---and furious that she'd become little more than a rubber stamp to Nash's endeavors. Relentlessly he invaded her working world. And it seemed he planned an equally disturbing invasion into her personal life...
How do you feel?