She’s good enough for a betrothal, but not to actually marry?
Anne Larchmont, deep into her twenties, has never experienced a serious flirt, much less a real kiss. That’s what becomes of being affianced from childhood, never mind that her intended recently died while scoundreling around. Now the betrothal has been handed down to his younger brother, the one off at war who cannot be bothered to even meet her?
When a winter storm strands her away from home and brings a marvelous and mysterious stranger her way, is it any wonder she grabs hold with both hands and lips?
Edward, the newly minted Viscount Redford, returns to England having inherited unexpectedly. Not only his father’s title, but also his brother’s betrothed. Ed has no interest in marriage, and drags his limping heels home for Christmas revelry slower than he should, never expecting a chance encounter with a stranger will make him yearn for a love everlasting.
With that pesky, unwanted betrothal blocking his way, how can Ed hope to win the forthright lass who’s captured both his wits and heart?