Miss Marian Wynswich had not been raised to be a proper young lady. Instead she had been educated to be as good as any man in everything from reading Greek to playing chess.Thus it was with dismay that she saw what falling in love could do to the most sensible of females, as she watched her sister Ariadne turn giddy when a gentleman capture her heart. Never, Marian vowed, would she ever commit that feminine folly.
Then the dashing Lord Gilbert Ingraham came to pay a Christmas visit. And the question was not only if this worldly lord would make Marian break her vow...it was also if this man who could have any woman he wanted would also break her heart...
Marian had made the mistake of roundly trouncing the high-and-mighty Lord Gilbert Ingraham at a game of chess. Now he was claiming his revenge - under the mistletoe.Marian opened her mouth to object and he kissed her. He stepped back a moment, put his hands on her neck, and kissed her again. The only way to steady herself was to put her arms around Ingraham, Marian discovered. And his back felt so good that she had to run her hands up and down it once, and then again.
Marian was beginning to sense that she was far less in control of the game of love than that of chess, especially since she was clearly up against a master. But if it were far more dangerous, it was also ever so much more delightful...