Young widow Roxanna Drew was fair game in the sport of cads. Her suddenly impoverished state made her as vulnerable as her beauty made her tempting to men with more money than morals. Lord Marshall Whitcomb, who held her purse strings in his pawing hands, was intent on luring her into his bed. But even more dangerous was Lord Fletcher Winn, who owned the dwelling where she sought refuge. The dashing lord reminded the widow that the lure of sharing a warm bed on a winter's night might indeed be worth the risks.Lord Winn had trusted one woman and been betrayed. That disastrous marriage had endowed him with a wariness of females in general, and prospective wives in particular. But when the door to the dower house on one of his estates was opened by a woman with a cautious smile and memorable brown eyes, he knew here was a danger to avoid at all costs - if he really wanted to...
Roxanna Drew, widowed too young, had imagined that the deserted house on the estate of an absentee owner would provide her with a place where her bothersome brother-in-law could not touch her.When the owner pounded on her door in the middle of a snowstorm, demanding a bed for the night, she was in no position to refuse him. After all, how could she deny him a shelter that was most certainly his?
But was it fair that dour Lord Winn was actually charming, sympathetic, and utterly in need of someone like her, even if he didn't know it yet? It wasn't his fault that his overpowering masculinity reminded her that she had been too long without a husband.
What would people say? She was still in mourning, and there was her lecherous brother-in-law to worry about. Roxanna feared that if Lord Winn spent the night, he would be hard to release in the morning...