One hasty wedding. One Christmas house party. And two newlyweds who haven't the faintest idea what they've gotten themselves into.

Lady Phoebe Greenborough needs a husband. Preferably one with a respectable name, a comfortable income, and no objections to marrying a woman whose family fortune has all but vanished. Unfortunately, such gentlemen are in rather short supply.

Frederick Yardley, Viscount Weymouth, needs a wife. Immediately. Unless he marries before the end of Christmastide, his father intends to select a bride for him. And Freddie has absolutely no intention of leaving such an important decision in his father's hands.

The solution? Marry each other, of course.

It's a perfectly sensible arrangement. Or it would be, if they weren't immediately swept off to a bustling Yorkshire Christmas house party, where meddlesome relatives, festive adventures, and the occasional shared glance make maintaining a marriage of convenience increasingly difficult.

Between snowball fights, Christmas traditions, and far too much time in each other's company, Freddie and Phoebe begin to suspect that the person they married might be considerably more appealing than they anticipated.

But when an unexpected accusation threatens their fledgling marriage, they'll have to decide whether to retreat to the safety of their original arrangement or risk their hearts on something neither dared hope for.

After all, Christmas is a season for miracles. And perhaps a marriage made for convenience can become a love worth keeping.