Under the Mistletoe — Gayle Eden

A bit of green and ribbons, red berries, wax and wire… a kiss under the mistletoe is all it takes for the enchantment of the holiday to weave its spell.

The whole of Yorkshire was aware that Morley Broomfield had the most wonderful Christmas celebrations. He was the Papa of those gorgeous, talented and wonderful Broomfield gels. However Mary, the youngest, was still a spinster, and not really included in the admiration of the blond Broomfield beauties. Loved and adored by her family, Mary had accepted her place in the world and in their hearts with her usual good natured outlook -- but Mary had no idea that a stranger would stumble into their home during a Christmas ball, and steal her heart and soul with one fiery kiss.

Everyn Hurst, Marquis of Coaldrake, was completely foxed when he fled his cousins' house party and the dreaded Christmas socializing. The hardened peer stumbled into the Broomfield house, realized it was yet another merry bash, and made a quick dash for the stairs. That is where Everyn nearly tripped over Mary Broomfield -- and where he saw the mistletoe hanging over their heads. When Everyn takes advantage, like any rogue would, and steals a kiss -- Mary's particular magic begins to weave its spell on the jaded Coaldrake's heart.