Willow Knudson just inherited an English estate that she intends to sell. There are two problems. One, she's unable to sign the contract, and two, she can't even leave the property. She's not superstitious by nature, but common sense tells her something strange is going on.
In 1817, Julian Azazel, the Earl of Blackwell, went to his country estate to tend to his father's funeral. That evening a missive came from a stranger warning him that when the clock struck midnight, he was going to be cursed to relive the same day. He laughed it off and threw the missive in the fire. Two centuries later, he's no longer laughing. The curse is real.
From before they were born, Willow and Julian were destined to meet on June 17, 1817.
Willow had assumed wealthy and titled gentlemen would be snobs, but Julian turns out to be the kindest person she's ever met. And even better, he's more attractive in person than he was in his portrait. It's enough of a temptation to convince...