I don't want visitors. But when the butler says the caller is a she, I spring to attention. The night just got a lot more interesting. Turns out the recently orphaned Helia Wallace has come to see my mother, her godmother, for help with a dastardly, dowry-chasing cousin. A likely story. But there's a snowstorm brewing, and she begs me to let her stay the night. I reluctantly agree. It's her reputation at stake, not mine. With the duke and duchess wintering elsewhere, Horace House is all mine. I'm free to do whatever I want. And what I want is Helia. The Marquess of Wingrave and virgins don't typically mix, but this one's different--too bad I could ruin her forever