Lady Ardith had sworn that she would never again set foot in the Marquis of Rohampton’s abode. Then she found herself caught, miles from home, in a blinding snowstorm. Taking refuge at Rohampton Park was her only choice. But being stranded with the man whose long-ago betrayal still stings is bound to unleash all sorts of tempests. Obviously, the thing to do is to declare a truce. Yet Ardith soon discovers that maintaining a polite distance is easier said than done. If only St. John weren’t so attractive. If only he didn’t provoke in her the oddest yearnings. If only she knew a way to safeguard her heart. . .
Wealthy, and rakishly handsome, St. John Worth, the Marquis of Rohampton, could have his pick of women, but only one has ever truly held his interest. Spirited, headstrong, delightful Ardith refuses to believe his professions of love are sincere. He knows that growing up in the shadow of The Winter Roses, as her three lovely sisters were proclaimed, has left her feeling she’s the ugly duckling. So what’s a man to do? Seize every opportunity, including inclement weather, to show Ardith just how tantalizing he finds her. Yet will it be enough to convince the lady that she is everything he’s ever wanted in a woman . . . and more?