In this regency romance a cold-hearted lord and self-sufficient woman find themselves tied to one another against their will…but not their hearts.
England 1808: As far as society is concerned, RICHARD DAVENPORT, VISCOUNT ASHWOOD, doesn’t have a caring bone in his body. His heart is made of ice, and a single look out of his piercing gray eyes sends people fleeing his presence.
Richard couldn’t care less about the way others look at him. He’s never been able to read between the lines, understand subtle facial expressions or interpret the many meanings of a smile. But does that mean he doesn’t care?
However, his own issues retreat into the background when his unmarried sister reveals to him that she is with child. Determined to maintain her secret, Richard keeps her locked away from prying eyes. Still, in order to ensure her well-being, he is forced to call upon the one woman who has always been able to melt the ice from his heart.
Wishing to follow in her father’s footsteps, EVELYN PROCTEN has always tended to those in need. Despite social convention, the only future she can see for herself is that of a doctor.
However, when Evelyn is called to Farnworth Manor to tend to Miss Davenport and her unborn child, she once again crosses paths with the young woman’s elder brother. A man who disapproves of her professional ambition. A man who has never looked at her twice. A man she’s loved from afar for many years.
And then a kiss changes everything, sending sparks flying despite the snow surrounding Farnworth Manor. Heat lingers whenever they lie eyes upon one another, and slowly Evelyn comes to see that a tender heart beats in Richard’s chest, well-hidden behind his ice-cold facade.