Carolly Hanson was training to be an angel, or so she believed. It was the only explanation for why she kept dying and reappearing in different places and times. Clearly she was intended to help people–and clearly the best way to help people was to find them true love. Never mind that it hadn’t worked yet. This time she awoke in the arms of James Oscar Henry Northram, Earl of Traynern. He would be her next vict–er, beneficiary. The handsome noble was charmed by her odd sense of humor, strange forthright manner and complete lack of interest in trapping him in marriage. But he also thought her a Bedlamite and wasn’t the least bit cooperative with the women she pushed in his direction. So, just who was James’s true love? The answer might be as close as the earl’s embrace.