Alistair Carsington really, really wishes he didn’t love women quite so much. To escape his worst impulse, 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 his 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 foes something so wrong feel so very wonderful?