Jack Reynolds, a lonely, lowly Yorkshire carpenter, discovers he's actually the heir to an earldom. He was given away as baby, as his mother feared his different colored eyes and his ungainly limp. When the only other viable candidate to take over the earldom dies, his family decides to bring him back into the fold.

Jack is ecstatic to join London society, especially since he's very eager to lose his virginity! He'd love to have a wife, raise a family, and he's hoping his title will now make him attractive to someone, anyone.

Alas, a terrible carriage accident lands Jack into a mild coma, from which he emerges a bit at a loss for why he was on the road at all. What he does remember is that he's a nothing from nowhere, a virgin, and he's madly attracted to his rescuer, the beautiful "wicked widow" Rosalin Nelson, "sex-therapist" to the ton.

For Rosalind, the beautiful man she helped nurse back to health is the greatest temptation she's ever had. She has a career helping the aristocracy have better sex lives, but her's isn't much to write home about. Rosalind may break her own rules to help Jack lose his virginity and he may just be her perfect match.

As their bond grows, the only threat to their happiness turns out to be Jack's memory.

A delightful little novella, with a hint to Christmas magic. I always love a good virgin-hero story, and this one is great!