Lady Odessa Lynwood has loved the Earl of Havenwood since she was a young girl. He is her brother's best friend and their nearest peerage neighbor. She is tired of him avoiding her and decides to do something about it. There isn't a doubt in her mind that he loves her too; however, she doesn't understand why he's denying it. She leaves Kingbridge, her family home, on the brink of a snowstorm to confront him.
Gavin Barrington, the Earl of Havenwood hasn't made a move to declare his intention for Odessa for a very good reason. His family is cursed and he refuses to subject her to the disaster his family name would bring her. But when they are trapped in a hunting cabin during an epic snowstorm it changes everything.
In the midst of the blizzard they must come to terms with their love and figure out if they can overcome Gavin's worst fears and have a life together.
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What the hell was Odessa doing out in the storm? The lass was crazy and brave to come outside alone in a blizzard. She might have been all right too if not for his recklessness.
Odessa hit the ice covering the river, hard. Her head bounced across the surface several times. His heart froze inside of his chest and he then he rushed over to her side. “Don’t move,” he yelled. “I’m coming to help you.”
Odessa brought her hand up and pressed it to the back of her head. Her pain filled moans made him curse. He had to move faster before something more dire befell her. So far, she didn’t appear to be gravely injured. Gavin stopped at the edge of the river bank and reached over to her. “Give me your hand and I’ll pull you over. I don’t want to put my weight on the ice because it might break.”
“I’m afraid,” she said. “I don’t think I can do this.”
“Yes, you can,” he encouraged. “You’re the bravest girl I know. There’s nothing you can’t do if you set your mind to it.”
“If I die…”
“Shut your mouth,” he ordered. “No one is dying today. Now give me your hand.”
Odessa reached out to him, but she was too far away for him to grasp her outstretched hand. He swore under his breath and prayed she hadn’t heard the litany of words he’d uttered. She was too young to be exposed to any kind of profanity. “I need you to move a little closer.”
“I can’t.” Her voice wobbled as she spoke. How close was she to tears?
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