Seasons of Love (Dallen)

Lady Sophie has arranged the perfect match...Her husband-to-be is a handsome earl in need of the sort of dowry she can provide. All that's left is to attend to her aunt's Christmastide house party and finalize the details. The dilemma? When her aunt accidentally points out the wrong man, Sophie finds herself making promises to a man who is not her intended. The Duke of Barton might be titled, but he's also a notorious rake. If only she'd known before she allowed the rogue a kiss under the mistletoe.But worst of all… the kiss is pure magic. Which is just awful since every member of the ton knows the Duke of Barton will never marry.How is she going to arrange a match now with mistletoe kisses dancing in her head?

Stranded with a rake... Lady Sarah Maxwell is in a whole heap of trouble. Which is odd considering, as the bluestocking of her family, she normally spends her time ensconced in books, not adventures. But when a snowstorm traps her in the village, the only person she is able to rely on is her brother's best friend, known rake, and general ne'er-do-well, the Viscount of Spalding. He also happens to be her least favorite person in all of England. Perhaps the world. And yet, the more time they spend together, the more she wonders if Lord Spalding is what he appears or if there is a good man underneath all his bad behavior... Stuck with a bluestocking… The Viscount Spalding has better things to do than babysit a bluestocking. He's got a business to start, a fortune to make, and a broken heart to mend. And most importantly, he's got several pints of ale to drink because that's the only thing that seems to help these days. If he were going to be trapped by a storm in an inn, couldn't the lady at least have been a potential bride and not his friend's surly sister? She can barely stand the sight of him and they fight like school children whenever they occupy the same room. That is until their forced time together starts to be fun and Jake realizes that Sarah is beautiful underneath those wire-rimmed spectacles. And when they find themselves under the mistletoe...well. How can he resist a single kiss? And what's a man to do when all he can think about is collecting another?

Hunting the hoyden...The Earl of Rushton is in need of a wife and Lady Serena requires a husband. This ought to be a simple arrangement. And yet...how is a man supposed to court his potential bride when he can't even find her? Rush always thought he'd marry for love like his parents, but love won't save his estate from ruin. And so here he is, playing a game of cat and mouse with the headstrong young lady who'd agreed to be his bride during one fateful sleigh ride. He ought to move on, find a lady who's not intent on leading him on a wild goose chase. And he would, except...he can't. Because the more he learns about his mysterious bride-to-be, the more he finds himself enchanted. Is it possible that a marriage of convenience could be something more? Possibly. But he'll have to catch her first. She's caught in a trap... Lady Serena didn't exactly lie when she'd told the Earl of Rushton she would marry him. She just hadn't thought it would ever come to pass. After all, everyone knew he was supposed to marry her sister. Even when that agreement fell through, she felt certain he would find some better alternative. He's looking for a proper countess, and no gentleman would wish for the free-spirited, irrepressible Maxwell sister for that role, even if her dowry is substantial enough to save his estate. But the kind, handsome earl is also surprisingly persistent. Not to mention cunning. A man determined to woo her with dancing and flowery praise, she could easily deflect. But when he offers to take her shooting and leaves her breathless with his kisses...it's not just her freedom she's in danger of losing. Now it's her heart on the line.

A desperate debutante... It's all too much. At least that is how Lady Samantha feels as she slips out into the snow to build a snowman. With her first season bearing down on her, she'd give anything to have her mother's guidance one last time. But certainly, it isn't that prayer that sends the Marquess of Longley calling at that precise moment. Nor is it her wish that an avalanche of snow fall on the man's stiff and serious head. But since he's arrived, she might as well use him to help practice her charms before the official season begins. What's the harm in that? A staunch marquess... She's as vapid as she is beautiful. That's Gavin's official assessment of Lady Samantha. But even he can't deny he's tempted. From the clear blue of her eyes to the pure smile she flashes his way, he can't help but wish he was the sort of man who could just marry the woman he wanted instead of worrying about what was best for his marquessate. Still, the moment he holds her in his arms during his first dance in years, he has to wonder…What would it be like to follow his heart?And as he pictures a future where he's happy for the first time in what seems like forever, he has to ask himself. Should he pursue the woman that is slipping past his defenses or make the choice he knows is right?Because it can't be possible that Lady Samantha is both. Can it?

How does an earl teach his four meddling sisters a lesson about interfering in his affairs? A fake courtship ought to do nicely.The Earl of Evans knew from the first moment that the invitation arrived that the Christmastide house party his sisters were hosting was a ruse. They'd done it before…they'd already found the recipe. Take an eligible lord and a marriageable lady, add a sleigh ride, some mistletoe, and few candlelit evenings with Christmastide carols and boom, he'd go from one of England's most eligible bachelors to a happily married man.Only he has no interest in marriage, and even better, neither does the lady they've chosen for his prospective bride. Together, they concoct the perfect foil to his sister's schemes: they'll pretend that his sisters' plans have worked.The problem? His sisters managed to get some things right after all. Because sleigh rides and mistletoe kisses might make a man wonder. And the more times he spends with Lady Duxbury, the more he questions who is playing who and which feelings are part of the act and which ones are coming directly from his heart?