Duke Baxter Bathhurst has little use for his title. He’d much rather manage his businesses than spend time with the marriage-minded misses of the ton. But then he meets her. Stranded at his hotel during a snowstorm, the green-eyed enchantress is spirited, wickedly smart, and everything he never knew he wanted in a wife. Now all he has to do is convince her not to turn him away when she learns who he really is.
Justina Farthington is living a lie. If anyone were to discover her secret, she’d be ruined. So, she meticulously adheres to social strictures and avoids drawing any unwanted censure. Until she meets him. All her best-laid plans go up in flames after one passionate night with the devilishly handsome Highlander. If only she was who she pretended to be…
Baxter is determined to make Justina his Christmas bride. But it’ll take more than mistletoe and the magic of the holiday season to guide these polar opposites to their happily ever after…
Secrets, scandals, and scorching romance.
This historical holiday romance will have you rooting Baxter and Justina on to their much-deserved merry Christmas and happily-ever-after.
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Genre: FICTION / Romance / RegencyBathhurst Hotel and Spa
Bath, Somerset, England
15 November 1810
Justina Farthington laughed as she and her widowed aunt, Emily Grenville, tried in vain to dodge the large, soggy snowflakes sifting from the pewter gray sky with the rambunctious abandon of a litter of kittens playing in a sack of spilled flour. The pathway to the hotel wasn’t long, but the snow made walking difficult.
“It’s a good thing we didn’t plan on reaching home today,” Justina said, tilting her head to better study the ominous sky. A plump snowflake plopped onto her chin, and she laughed again. Grateful for her warm leather gloves, she swiped the moisture away. “We’d never have made it to Bristol in this weather.”
“In all of my years, I have never known it to snow this heavily in Somerset in November,” Aunt Emily declared, clutching Justina’s hand for balance.
A good five inches of snow had already accumulated. Though it was scarcely an hour past one in the afternoon, steel gray blanketed the town so popular with the upper ten thousand, giving the appearance of early twilight. The pouting sky showed no signs of relenting in its unrepentant white onslaught upon the earth either.
Surely snow in Somerset wasn’t so scarce.
“Yes, all thirty of them,” Justina remarked dryly while concentrating on keeping snow from sneaking into her half-boots. “And because you’re so well-traveled.”
“Hush, Justina Madalene Honoria Farthington. Really. Reminding me of my advanced age and that I’m on the shelf is beyond the pale,” Emily huffed good-naturedly, even as a frown puckered her brow.
Oh, my heavens. Auntie used my full name. She is in a fine fettle, then.
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