All she wants for Christmas is a highwayman… When Cassy impulsively books a holiday for her Christmas break, she has no idea what will happen, because before now she didn’t know magic existed, time travel was possible, and roguish highwaymen were great kissers… (Um, yeah, about that last one… What happens in historic England, stays in historic England, right?) She hadn’t been looking for a happily-ever-after from this holiday, but now all she’s expecting is a broken heart when she returns to her own time. Is it too much to hope that magic will grant her one more wish? Note to Readers: Be prepared for a quick fall into romance, a brush with Christmas magic, and a fun jaunt to the early nineteenth century England.