Spying on Christmas — Leona Bushman

Christmas is not always what it seems.

Melody hated Christmas. Ever since her parents died on Christmas Eve, nothing had ever been the same. She and her brother had been forced to live with their grandfather. Her brother, the now presumptive heir, received most of the attention as he learned about the holdings.
She had been given lessons on how to be a lady.
As if she wanted them. She would rather do anything else than be a lady with no rights. One night, at a soiree, someone had approached her to spy for them. Not giving her a choice, really. So, with great reluctance, she'd accepted the invite to her cousin's Christmas house party.
Two weeks pretending to be happy about Christmas? Worse punishment ever for simply being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Then she met her prey -- Kit Stuart the third. Her heart raced, and her body yearned for something she never wanted before.
Kit Stuart searched for a rebel spy said to be coming to the Christmas party of his best friend. Not hard to accept as ordered, but then he found the rebel spy, and his heart denied it. His body craved hers. How could he arrest and maybe kill the first woman to make him believe that maybe there was such a thing as Christmas miracles?
Then the real betrayal was revealed.
Could they save their family and friends before it was too late?