She pawned the one treasure she could not bear to part with—to bring her brother home for Christmas.

He bought it on a whim—and lost his heart in the bargain.

The Earl of St. Ives is a man of order, ledgers, and unbroken promises—wholly unprepared for Phoebe Whitmore. When the music teacher sweeps into his Mayfair townhouse to demand the return of her grandmother’s mechanical bird, Elliot expects a brief apology and his quiet afternoon restored. What he gets is a fierce, proud woman who leaves him, to his very great annoyance, unable to think of anything else.

He gives her his word: the bird will be returned. Then he discovers it is already gone—taken apart and sold off, scattered somewhere in the frozen sprawl of London’s winter markets. Now the earl who never breaks a promise must spend Christmas Eve searching a snowbound city for a treasure that was never truly about the trinket at all.

Phoebe never meant to lose her heart to an earl. She counts every penny twice and knows how little room there is for a woman like her in a world like his. But a gentleman who carries her parcels through the snow, who kneels to play at soldiers with her pupils, who looks at her as though she were the most remarkable creature in London—that is a far more dangerous thing than any earl has a right to be.

Perhaps her grandmother was right all along.

Joy must be made, not inherited.

A heartwarming sweet Regency Christmas romance of second chances and improbable love. Perfect for readers who adore clean historical romance, cozy Christmas love stories, and highborn heroes who fall for entirely the wrong woman—and discover she was precisely right all along.

The Earl's Christmas Songbird

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