A duke by any other name… When the Duke of Dashlington gets stuck into a tiny village during a snowstorm, there is little to do but drink himself into a stupor. The problem? Well, it’s hard to count just one. He stumbles into the snow, falls down, and can’t seem to get himself back up again. Imagine the indignity of dying in a snowbank? But when a little Christmas angel comes and rescues him, he can’t resist stealing a kiss. She looks heaven sent and tastes like the sweetest gingerbread. It all seems innocent enough until the next morning when he realizes she was no angel but an eligible lady and one who might just request marriage as a boon. How does a duke get out of such a situation? He lies about his identity, of course. Which means his troubles are only just beginning. A lady in need of a Christmastide miracle… Lady Noelle hasn’t slept properly in months. Which is exactly why she is awake when an unknown gentleman falls into the snow. When he doesn’t rise, she dashes to his rescue, forgetting all about the wish she’d just been making on a Christmas star. A request to help her sisters overcome the loss of their mother. But once she reaches the gentleman, several things become apparent. He’s young, handsome, well dressed, and possibly, her wish come true… Now, if he’d just cooperate.

A rogue by any other name… Lady Holly Bailey knows a rake when she meets one and the Earl of Tidemore is most definitely that. From his improper suggestions to his lewd stare, he has nothing wholesome on his mind. Fortunately, she has a weapon in hand. All right, fine, it was actually just a stick of bread and now it’s been ruined since she was forced to beat him back with the baked good. Hungry, she can only pray that she never meets that loathsome earl again. But Tidemore has different ideas all together. A pretty little prim and proper miss… Jack wasn’t looking for love. He wasn’t even searching for romance. But when a storm insures that he’s stuck in a tiny village, he’d take a good tup as a form of distraction. Unfortunately, the woman he thought was propositioning him turns out to be a proper sort and a lady no less. What has he gotten himself into? And when he sees Holly again, why can’t he just let her be? It might be because of her stunning green eyes or the flush of color in her cheeks or the way she brandishes a loaf of bread like a sword. Or, perhaps, the sugary sweet cookie scent that envelopes her has something to do with it. But whatever it is, Jack can’t seem to stay away.

A Marquess to keep the holidays Merry… Stranded by a snowstorm in Maybridge Falls, the Marquess of Merriweather runs into the last person in the world he wants to see—Lady Eve Bailey. Because the last time he saw the auburn-haired beauty, she stole his heart and then crushed it into a thousand pieces. Lucky for him, he’s over her. It doesn’t matter that she’s more beautiful now, or that gazing into her eyes makes him forget the rest of the world. Let’s not even mention those cinnamon flavored kisses… He’s over her. Really. A Lady who’s suffered enough… With the loss of their mother, and their father’s utter despair, All Lady Eve Bailey and her sisters want is to know happiness again. Unfortunately for Eve, instead of finding a little joy and laughter when Christmas rolls around, she finds Nicholas St. Hope, a flesh and blood reminder of rejection and lost love. A scrumptious reminder indeed… But she won’t fall for him this time! She’s older and wiser now. So why is she baking him pies? And why is she allowing him to remove her stockings?

_READ THE ENTIRE SERIES IN ONE BOOK When three roguish lords become trapped by a storm in Maybridge Falls, the Bailey sisters are about to get their fondest Christmastide wish. They just don't know it yet..._ MY DASHING DUKE A duke by any other name... When the Duke of Dashlington gets stuck into a tiny village during a snowstorm, there is little to do but drink himself into a stupor. The problem? Well, it's hard to count just one. He stumbles into the snow, falls down, and can't seem to get himself back up again. Imagine the indignity of dying in a snowbank? But when a little Christmas angel comes and rescues him, he can't resist stealing a kiss. She looks heaven sent and tastes like the sweetest gingerbread. It all seems innocent enough until the next morning when he realizes she was no angel but an eligible lady and one who might just request marriage as a boon. How does a duke get out of such a situation? He lies about his identity, of course. Which means his troubles are only just beginning. MY YULETIDE EARL A rogue by any other name... Lady Holly Bailey knows a rake when she meets one and the Earl of Tidemore is most definitely that. From his improper suggestions to his lewd stare, he has nothing wholesome on his mind. Fortunately, she has a weapon in hand. All right, fine, it was actually just a stick of bread and now it's been ruined since she was forced to beat him back with the baked good. Hungry, she can only pray that she never meets that loathsome earl again. But Tidemore has different ideas all together. MY MERRY MARQUESS A Marquess to keep the holidays Merry... Stranded by a snowstorm in Maybridge Falls, the Marquess of Merriweather runs into the last person in the world he wants to see-Lady Eve Bailey. Because the last time he saw the auburn-haired beauty, she stole his heart and then crushed it into a thousand pieces. Lucky for him, he's over her. It doesn't matter that she's more beautiful now, or that gazing into her eyes makes him forget the rest of the world. Let's not even mention those cinnamon flavored kisses... He's over her. Really.