My Yuletide Earl

A rogue by any other name… Lady Holly Bailey knows a rake when she meets one and the Earl of Tidemore is most definitely that. From his improper suggestions to his lewd stare, he has nothing wholesome on his mind. Fortunately, she has a weapon in hand. All right, fine, it was actually just a stick of bread and now it's been ruined since she was forced to beat him back with the baked good. Hungry, she can only pray that she never meets that loathsome earl again. But Tidemore has different ideas all together. A pretty little prim and proper miss… Jack wasn't looking for love. He wasn't even searching for romance. But when a storm insures that he's stuck in a tiny village, he'd take a good tup as a form of distraction. Unfortunately, the woman he thought was propositioning him turns out to be a proper sort and a lady no less. What has he gotten himself into? And when he sees Holly again, why can't he just let her be? It might be because of her stunning green eyes or the flush of color in her cheeks or the way she brandishes a loaf of bread like a sword. Or, perhaps, the sugary sweet cookie scent that envelopes her has something to do with it. But whatever it is, Jack can't seem to stay away.