Love in London

Kat Roberts has a plan. Love doesn't fit into it. Move to England. Study at Cambridge. Become a history professor. See? No room for dating or love. Life is going exactly according to plan….until she met him one snowy night in an English pub. If you thought this was a fairy-tale of a girl finding her Prince - er, Earl, and living happily ever after...then prepare yourself for one heck of an American Revolution.

Her mind should be on school — Cambridge! — and her grades — yikes! Instead all she can think about is him. Tristan Kingsley. It's not his money or his title.... It's not even his panty-dropping good looks. Kat loves Tristan because he's unguarded, sharing his emotions, his desires, and his dreams with her. But it seems Kat inherited the unlucky-in-love gene. Her father and Tristan's mother are now dating, which means she's spending Christmas break in the same London townhouse as Tristan.

Kat Roberts’ logical plan of college, then career has hit a brick wall. A tall, dark, gorgeous Union Jack of a brick wall. What happened? The future earl of Pembroke, Tristan Kingsley, is what happened. Kat stupidly let herself fall for him despite knowing his father would rather dance naked around Big Ben than accept Kat as his son’s girlfriend.

Celia Lynton had been told her entire life that she couldn’t marry for love, marriage should be a business agreement, poor men were only after the family fortune, blah, blah, blah. But now, there is no fortune. There’s only debt and an urgency to find a way to pay her younger brother’s tuition at a school that can tend to his special needs. So yeah, there’s going to be a marriage. One of convenience. Just like her parents wanted. She’ll marry a future Scottish earl—a very rich future earl. There’s just one problem: Celia is in love with another man.