The Earl's Second Spring
Winter does not surrender easily. Neither does she. They call Henry, Earl of Somerset, the ghost of every ballroom he enters-a man so consumed by loss that even hope has learned to stay away from him. Francesca Marchmont has heard the warnings. She ignores them, as she ignores most things that tell her no.He never asked to be saved. She never asked permission. What begins as a dare becomes something far more dangerous: a war fought not with weapons, but with silence, restraint, and the unbearable ache of almost. Every glance is a battle. Every unspoken word, a wound neither will admit to.And Henry is not the only man fighting for ground. The Duke of Langford wields wit like a blade, cutting closer to truth than either of them can afford. A king bound to a crown he never chose risks everything for the danger of wanting her. And Sebastian Vale-infuriating, unrelenting-meets her at every turn, refusing to let her forget that surrender was never in her nature.Francesca set out to save a broken man. She never accounted for the cost of being the one who breaks first.Some springs don't arrive gently. This one will have to be fought for.***A tale of sharp tongues, slow-burn hearts, and the terrifying risk of hoping again.…









