Someone -- or something -- is causing magical blizzards at Fairleigh Hall. The estate is suffering, and the Earl has requested assistance. Constable Kit Thompson, of Bow Street’s Preternatural Division, isn’t especially thrilled to be sent out to the country. At least the assignment gets him away from fashionable London society and his own unwanted celebrity after successfully solving a notorious case. Of course, he’s now trapped at a country estate due to closed roads, snowstorms, and magic, but Kit’s always liked solving puzzles. He’s good at using empathic skills for investigations, and this is definitely a challenge. Besides, the Earl’s younger brother is an irritating and delicious temptation, all blue eyes and muscles and boundless enthusiastic optimism. Kit wants to either shake sense into him or kiss him senseless -- and can’t trust him, either, because if someone’s genuinely sabotaging the weather, everyone’s a suspect. Harry Arden, younger brother of the Earl of Fairleigh, has never met a Preternatural Division constable before, much less a famous and celebrated one. He wants to help. And he wants to make that attractive but cynical constable smile, at least once. But the estate hides a family secret, and Harry knows perfectly well Kit doesn’t trust him ... and for good reason. Still, Harry offers to do what he can to assist with the investigation, and if that means spending more time with Kit, that’s a bonus. When Harry and Kit end up caught by those magical storms, snowed in together at the old hunting lodge, they’ll have to trust each other with their secrets ... and their hearts.

Snowed In: Kit and Harry

Kit, left alone with the Earl, raised eyebrows.


“It’s personal,” Ned said cheerfully. “Private joke. Or not really that private, considering the footman who was also involved. Harry thinks I’m overly inclined to meddle in his life, and he’s no doubt correct, but he is my only brother. Do you have siblings, Constable?”


“A sister.” He was trying to read between the lines of Edward’s comment. Would Harry resent meddling? In what ways were footmen involved? And why hadn’t Harry Arden been allowed to visit London? “Younger.”


“Then you know about being the oldest.” Ned picked up his teacup again. “You know exactly what I’d do for him. My brother.” That was a warning if Kit had ever seen one: the youthful and delicate Earl of Fairleigh would nevertheless stand up and throw all his strength and devotion and not inconsiderable wealth and titular authority at anything that threatened Harry.


Chapter 9