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First published October 15, 2013




"He pulled back, his chest heaving, and looked at her angrily. “Don’t start something you mean to stop.” She met his gaze squarely. “I don’t mean to stop.” His eyes narrowed. “I cannot give you marriage.” She’d known. She’d never thought he could—she would’ve sworn so had she been asked a minute earlier—but his blunt words were an arrow of pain piercing her heart nonetheless. She bared her teeth in a smile. “Have I asked you to?” “No.” “And I never shall,” she vowed."

“Overhead the moon guided him, his fair mistress, his unattainable lover.”

“When you’ve tired of me,” she said softly, precisely, “Apollo will still be my brother. Will still be there for me.”
“I’ll never tire of you,” he said, knowing with every thread of his soul that he spoke the absolute truth.
“Then prove it.”
He knew what she asked with such an open and vulnerable face. Something within him shriveled and died... he’d been on the rack too long for a penance he wasn’t sure he could ever entirely pay.
“You know…” His voice was hoarse, the croaking of a dying man. He licked his lips. “You know why I cannot.”


“She couldn’t very well get up and leave him without causing a scene, but she dearly wanted to. “Well, then, in the interests of fairness, perhaps you ought to know, Your Grace, that I have no intention of yielding the field to you.” Beside her he inclined his head a fraction of an inch. “Then en garde, Miss Greaves.”
“It would be the height of idiocy for the Duke of Wakefield to pursue the cousin of the woman he wanted as wife. And yet, for the first time in his life, Maximus wanted to let the man rule him instead of the title.”
“This is my brother we’re talking about, Maximus.”
“You’ll take his part before mine?” Oh, he knew it was a mistake even before the words left his lips.
Her shoulders squared. “If I must. We shared a womb. We’re flesh and blood, tied together forever, both physically and spiritually. I love my brother.”
“As you don’t me?”
She stopped, her chemise in her hands before her. For a moment her shoulders slumped and then she raised her head. His goddess. His Diana.
“When you’ve tired of me,” she said softly, precisely, “Apollo will still be my brother. Will still be there for me.”
“I’ll never tire of you,” he said, knowing with every thread of his soul that he spoke the absolute truth.”













Who knew that the cold and seemingly unfeeling Maximus Batten, the Duke of Wakefield, could burn so passionately when in the company of the right woman…..?
He had no idea how he would do it yet, but he meant to best her. He’d show her that he was the master, and when she’d admitted his victory… well, then he’d have her. And he’d hold her, by God. His huntress.
His goddess.
Ever since the murder of his parents twenty years ago, Maximus Batten has promised himself that he would strive to be the perfect duke to atone for the guilt he feels about their murder. During the day he fights in Parliament for the eradication of gin production, and at night he is the Ghost of St. Giles stalking the streets of St. Giles, hunting for his parents’ murderer. And then one night he comes to the rescue of the woman he plans to court and her feisty companion. And he might just have met his match, because the more time he spends in the company of Artemis Greaves, the more he can’t deny his attraction to the one woman who could never be the prefect wife for a duke.
It was the man as he was now—flawed as he was now—that she longed for. She wanted to clash with his dominating nature, wanted to run with him in the forest, wanted to challenge him, mentally and physically, to games of their own making.
And the coldness?
Staring into his autocratic eyes, Artemis wished with all her heart. If she could, she’d take his coldness and make it her own.
Transform it into a heat to engulf them both.
Artemis Greaves is a lady’s companion to the very beautiful Lady Penelope Chadwicke , one of the richest heiresses in London. Artemis lost everything when her mother died, and her twin brother, Apollo, was wrongly accused of murder and sentenced to Bedlam. All she has left is Apollo, and she will do whatever she has to free him. Even blackmail the ruthless Maximus Batten when she realises his masked identity. What she didn’t count on was how tempting he was, how much he made her want to melt his coldness.
But playing with fire might just burn them both.
“You mustn’t leave me. Without you there’s no light in the world. No laughter. No purpose.
I honestly did not expect to love Maximus as much as I did. In all the other books he came across as so cold, and proper and unfeeling. But the way he lost his icy control around Artemis, how passionate he was with her, just made me swoon. Maximus is so demanding and dominating, and Artemis was just perfect for him. She never let him boss her around, she always stood up to him, and it created many sizzling scenes :-D It took a while for Maximus to realise what was truly important, and to realise that both of them deserved a lot more than what he was prepared to offer in his pursuit of atonement.
I really enjoyed the Ghost of St. Giles plotline that has been used in the last couple of books, and I’m glad that the mystery of how there could be more than one was finally revealed.
This is a wonderful HR series that I’ve enjoyed immensely. Highly recommended.
They were a universe of two.The best of the series so far!





