BACK
OF BOOK:
Alistair
Carsington really, really wishes he didn't love women quite so much.
To escape his worst impulses, he sets out for a place far from
civilization: Derbyshire—in winter! There he hopes to kill two
birds with one stone: avoid all temptation—and repay the friend
who saved his life on the fields of Waterloo. But this noble aim
drops him straight into opposition with Miss Mirabel Oldridge, a
woman every bit as intelligent, obstinate, and devious as he—and
maddeningly irresistible.
Mirabel
Oldridge already has her hands full keeping her brilliant and
aggravatingly eccentric father out of trouble. The last thing she
needs is a stunningly attractive, oversensitive, and overbright
aristocrat reminding her she has a heart—not to mention a body
he claims is so unstylishly clothed that undressing her is
practically a civic duty.
Could
the situation be any worse? And why does something so wrong feel so
very wonderful?