Bradford Seymour, the roguish Lord Greenwich, is renowned for his devil-may-care demeanor and heart seemingly encased in ice. Skye Campbell, the widowed Lady Hampton, on the other hand, is a spirited beauty with a penchant for mischief. These two seemingly opposite souls are destined to collide in an unexpected way.
As the snow blankets the countryside in a picturesque English village, a fortuitous twist of fate traps Bradford and Skye together at the cozy Rosewood Inn for the most enchanting time of the year—Christmas. Forced into close quarters, their differences become glaringly evident, and the sparks that fly are not just from the crackling fireplace.
Amidst the warmth of yuletide celebrations and the magic of a white Christmas, Skye and Bradford discover that beneath the icy facade, there lies a heart yearning for love, and behind the fiery exterior, there's a longing for understanding. Can the spirit of Christmas work its miracles, thawing their hearts and bringing together two souls who are seemingly as different as night and day?
Escape to a wintry world of love, laughter, and unexpected romance in this Regency Christmas tale, where the icy lord and the fiery lady will discover that love knows no season and that beneath the mistletoe, anything is possible.
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The picturesque English village lay nestled beneath a blanket of freshly fallen snow, its quaint cobblestone streets glistening in the soft glow of flickering gas lamps. A gentle hush had fallen over the hamlet as the snowflakes continued to drift lazily from the heavens above, caressing the eaves and window sills of the charming cottages that lined the streets. At the heart of it all stood the Rosewood Inn, a warm and inviting haven against the wintry evening chill. Golden light spilled out through the frost-covered windows, beckoning weary travelers into the embrace of its cozy interior.
The elegant carriage rolled to a stop before the inn, then the door swung open to reveal Skye Campbell, Countess Hampton. A stunning vision of spirited beauty, her golden curls cascading from beneath her fur-trimmed bonnet and framing her porcelain features with an ethereal halo. The mischievous twinkle in her sapphire eyes promised adventures yet to unfold, while her rosy lips curled with the barest hint of a smile—a testament to her quick wit.
“Driver, do be careful with my bags,” she called out, her lilting voice tinged with warmth and humor as she stepped lightly onto the snowy pavement. “I would hate for any of them to be damaged during this final leg of our journey.”
“Of course, my lady,” replied the driver, bowing his head respectfully as he scrambled to unload her numerous trunks and hatboxes from atop the carriage.
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