He dared to defy tradition…
Lord Brandon Morrisette is a born risk-taker. Instead of claiming his place in society, he became a physician to help the less fortunate. So, when he sees a patient mistreating her sweet, bright-eyed companion, Brandon is determined to help bring some holiday cheer into the poor girl’s life. It’s the least he can do. But in truth, he’d like to do much more for the kind-hearted beauty who so easily captured his attention…and his heart.
She guards a scandalous secret…
Joy Winterborne can’t afford to take risks. If anyone found out about her past, she’d lose everything. And getting fired from her companion job would deprive her of the only bright spot in her otherwise dreary life—the time she gets to spend with the charming and oh-so-handsome Dr. Morrisette. Of course, nothing can ever come of her attraction to him. He’s nobility, and she’s nobody. But that doesn’t stop her silly heart from wanting…more.
With a little luck, some mistletoe, and maybe even a Christmas wish, can Brandon convince Joy to take the greatest risk of all—falling in love?
Secret, scandals, and sigh-worthy romance.
This historical holiday romance will have you cheering Brandon and Joy on to their much-deserved merry Christmas and happily-ever-after.
If you enjoy reading lovable rogues, class difference, and opposites attract historical romances with a pinch of mystery, a dash of humor, and soul-searing emotion, then you’ll adore Collette Cameron’s captivating DAUGHTERS OF DESIRE (SCANDALOUS LADIES) SERIES. Settle into your favorite reading nook with your favorite beverage for a page-turning, entertaining Regency world adventure you can’t put down.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / RegencyUSA Today Bestselling Author
Why the devil isn’t anyone answering the door?
Shifting his feet against the blistering cold, Brandon lifted his hand to knock again when the door finally swung open, creaking and scraping on unoiled hinges.
“Doctor Morrisette.”
A rather breathless, fresh-faced Miss Joy Winterborne greeted him with a winsome smile that stole the air from his lungs for a heartbeat.
“Forgive me for making you wait. I was, um…” She pressed a long-fingered hand to her trim middle, her throat working as she swallowed. “That is to say, we were making preparations for your visit.”
She glanced down self-consciously and brushed at the vibrant blue of her gown. Color bloomed across the delicate slope of her high cheekbones.
By Jove, she is blushing.
Because she’d anticipated his calling today?
Well, now, wasn’t that an unexpected but most excellent turn of events?
Primal male satisfaction winged through Brandon’s veins, heating his blood as a grin tugged the edges of his mouth upward.
This was the first time he’d seen Joy in anything other than dreary gray or dull brown frocks, and he couldn’t help but admire the becoming color on her. The hue did remarkable things to her glorious hair—the shade somewhere between a shimmering, coppery gold and rich, warm honey.
The long-sleeved gown hugged the gentle swells of her bosom and emphasized her tiny waist before flowing to the floor in a swirl of midnight. She’d secured a silver brooch atop the lace at her throat.
All in all, Miss Joy Winterborne looked very fetching, indeed.
“You are looking very well today.” He flashed her the practiced smile he used to calm nervous patients. “Is that a new gown?”
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