Miranda West didn’t plan to flee her own wedding. She didn’t even plan to wed. But when her aunt and uncle tell her they’ve secretly posted the banns on her behalf, she decides to flee. No matter if she looks ridiculous running in her loveliest gown down the streets of London looking for a hack, or if she has nowhere to go except her great-aunt’s crumbling castle on the coast. At least she can finally celebrate Christmas just like her parents always did and create a place for her fellow spinsters and bluestockings to escape their overbearing relatives.
Caspian Arundel, Duke of Concord, is furious. Women have commandeered the castle where his militia were planning to stay. Worse, the women want to celebrate Christmas. Caspian has no time for Christmas or women. Not when that beastly Bonaparte might attack any day. He has a particular dislike for Miranda West, the leader of this despicable group of females. She already ruined his cousin’s wedding, and clearly she has every intention of ruining his militia and ensuring he’ll never be able to return to the front.
If only she weren’t so enticing.
Born in Texas, Bianca Blythe spent four years in England. She worked in a fifteenth-century castle, though sadly that didn't actually involve spotting dukes and earls strutting about in Hessians.
She credits British weather for forcing her into a library, where she discovered her first Julia Quinn novel. She remains deeply grateful for blustery downpours.
After meeting her husband in another library, she moved with him to sunny California, though on occasion she still dreams of the English seaside, scones with clotted cream, and sheep-filled pastures. For now, she visits them in her books.