To Lady Amelia Wellesley, it seems utterly romantic to surprise her dashing fiancé at his home in Texas so the two can marry by Christmas. But Amelia's surprise goes awry when Carson Kitteridge calls off their wedding as soon as she arrives, leaving Amelia in disgrace...***
With nowhere to turn, Amelia finds an unlikely savior in Carson's brother, Dr. Boone Kitteridge. Boone offers to marry Amelia, sparing her the shame of returning to England unwed. But Boone isn't just protecting Amelia's honor; secretly, he finds her irresistible, and the thought of indulging his desire for her is too tempting to ignore. As Boone and Amelia forge a fragile bond, something goes terribly wrong--and it will take nothing less than a Christmas miracle for Amelia to discover who she is destined to love...
He looked down at her, his gray eyes intense with an expression she could hardly read. "Miss Amelia, I'm going to kiss you."
A little thrill went through her and she lifted her chin. "You may."
And he did, bringing his mouth against hers, a slow, wonderful kiss that made her knees instantly weak. Carson's kissed had been full of blatant lust, but Boone's was more like warm, dark chocolate spreading slowly throughout her. Delicious and beyond divine. He didn't touch her, didn't draw her against him, though she would have willingly gone if he had, but touched only her lips with his.
He pulled back after only a few seconds, an oddly happy expression on his handsome face. "That's better," he said.
"Better than what?" she said, her brain quite foggy, her lips still tingling from what was nothing more than an innocent kiss. Except it didn't feel innocent.
"Better than I imagined," he said.