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

He’d forgotten, in the social whirl of insipid compliments and fleeting praise, how much damned funthat could be.


He folded legs under himself. Took both of Harry’s hands, because this was serious, even as he wanted to grin. “Only if you’re up to it. I won’t ask you again if you say yes now, but be honest with me.”


Harry’s eyes were true and sure as oceans. “I’m fine. I promise. Tell me what to do. Er…more.”


“Brat. How good are you at projection? I’m not.”


“Um…decent, I think. I have to be, in order to reach out and make something else go right. You need me to push?”


“That, and…” He would’ve waved a hand, but he was holding Harry’s. “What you normally do. Finding the truest shape of the world. The land. The seasons. The elemental itself; it shouldn’t be here. It’s here for your magic reservoirs, but it should be in the otherworld. I want you to remind it of that.”


“I should be able to do that, if I’ve got an anchor on this end?”


Chapter 33