A sudden snowstorm at Lady Winterborne’s Christmastide house party has filled Lady Sophie with an unusually festive sentiment. Which is surely the reason she allows the Duke of Barton a kiss under the mistletoe. But how can she explain that she’d like to allow him to do so again? Despite his handsome façade and impressive title, he’s not right for Sophie at all. And yet, as the snow continues to fall, she can’t help but note just how perfect he looks with snowflakes resting on his broad shoulders...

Stranded with a rake... Lady Sarah Maxwell is in a whole heap of trouble. Which is odd considering, as the bluestocking of her family, she normally spends her time ensconced in books, not adventures. But when a snowstorm traps her in the village, the only person she is able to rely on is her brother’s best friend, known rake, and general ne’er-do-well, the Viscount of Spalding. He also happens to be her least favorite person in all of England. Perhaps the world. And yet, the more time they spend together, the more she wonders if Lord Spalding is what he appears or if there is a good man underneath all his bad behavior... Stuck with a bluestocking... The Viscount Spalding has better things to do than babysit a bluestocking. He’s got a business to start, a fortune to make, and a broken heart to mend. And most importantly, he’s got several pints of ale to drink because that’s the only thing that seems to help these days. If he were going to be trapped by a storm in an inn, couldn’t the lady at least have been a potential bride and not his friend’s surly sister? She can barely stand the sight of him and they fight like school children whenever they occupy the same room. That is until their forced time together starts to be fun and Jake realizes that Sarah is beautiful underneath those wire-rimmed spectacles. And when they find themselves under the mistletoe...well. How can he resist a single kiss? And what’s a man to do when all he can think about is collecting another?

A desperate debutante... It’s all too much. At least, that is how Lady Samantha feels as she slips out into the snow to build a snowman. With her first season bearing down on her, she’d give anything to have her mother’s guidance one last time. But certainly, it isn’t that prayer that sends the Marquess of Longley calling at that precise moment. Nor is it her wish that an avalanche of snow fall on the man’s stiff and serious head. But since he’s arrived, she might as well use him to help practice her charms before the official season begins. What’s the harm in that? A staunch marquess... She’s as vapid as she is beautiful. That’s Gavin’s official assessment of Lady Samantha. But even he can’t deny he’s tempted. From the clear blue of her eyes to the pure smile she flashes his way, he can’t help but wish he was the sort of man who could just marry the woman he wanted instead of worrying about what was best for his marquessate. Still, the moment he holds her in his arms during his first dance in years, he has to wonder… What would it be like to follow his heart? And as he pictures a future where he’s happy for the first time in what seems like forever, he has to ask himself. Should he pursue the woman that is slipping past his defenses or make the choice he knows is right? Because it can’t be possible that Lady Samantha is both. Can it?