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?

Lady Sophie has arranged the perfect match...Her husband-to-be is a handsome earl in need of the sort of dowry she can provide. All that's left is to attend to her aunt's Christmastide house party and finalize the details. The dilemma? When her aunt accidentally points out the wrong man, Sophie finds herself making promises to a man who is not her intended. The Duke of Barton might be titled, but he's also a notorious rake. If only she'd known before she allowed the rogue a kiss under the mistletoe.But worst of all… the kiss is pure magic. Which is just awful since every member of the ton knows the Duke of Barton will never marry.How is she going to arrange a match now with mistletoe kisses dancing in her head?

How does an earl teach his four meddling sisters a lesson about interfering in his affairs? A fake courtship ought to do nicely.The Earl of Evans knew from the first moment that the invitation arrived that the Christmastide house party his sisters were hosting was a ruse. They'd done it before…they'd already found the recipe. Take an eligible lord and a marriageable lady, add a sleigh ride, some mistletoe, and few candlelit evenings with Christmastide carols and boom, he'd go from one of England's most eligible bachelors to a happily married man.Only he has no interest in marriage, and even better, neither does the lady they've chosen for his prospective bride. Together, they concoct the perfect foil to his sister's schemes: they'll pretend that his sisters' plans have worked.The problem? His sisters managed to get some things right after all. Because sleigh rides and mistletoe kisses might make a man wonder. And the more times he spends with Lady Duxbury, the more he questions who is playing who and which feelings are part of the act and which ones are coming directly from his heart?

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?

Lady Sophie has arranged the perfect match...Her husband-to-be is a handsome earl in need of the sort of dowry she can provide. All that's left is to attend to her aunt's Christmastide house party and finalize the details. The dilemma? When her aunt accidentally points out the wrong man, Sophie finds herself making promises to a man who is not her intended. The Duke of Barton might be titled, but he's also a notorious rake. If only she'd known before she allowed the rogue a kiss under the mistletoe.But worst of all… the kiss is pure magic. Which is just awful since every member of the ton knows the Duke of Barton will never marry.How is she going to arrange a match now with mistletoe kisses dancing in her head?

How does an earl teach his four meddling sisters a lesson about interfering in his affairs? A fake courtship ought to do nicely.The Earl of Evans knew from the first moment that the invitation arrived that the Christmastide house party his sisters were hosting was a ruse. They'd done it before…they'd already found the recipe. Take an eligible lord and a marriageable lady, add a sleigh ride, some mistletoe, and few candlelit evenings with Christmastide carols and boom, he'd go from one of England's most eligible bachelors to a happily married man.Only he has no interest in marriage, and even better, neither does the lady they've chosen for his prospective bride. Together, they concoct the perfect foil to his sister's schemes: they'll pretend that his sisters' plans have worked.The problem? His sisters managed to get some things right after all. Because sleigh rides and mistletoe kisses might make a man wonder. And the more times he spends with Lady Duxbury, the more he questions who is playing who and which feelings are part of the act and which ones are coming directly from his heart?