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Cold Calculation
Within the circles of British intelligence, Benedict, Lord Keyes, is known for his cold brilliance and strict military demeanor. Yet this icy exterior masks a man of smoldering passion and scorching sexuality who will do anything to keep his past a secret. . .
Sultry Satisfaction
Miss Malinda Keyes refuses to be intimidated by Lord Keyes. In fact, she enjoys a good battle, especially one of erotic wiles and carnal cunning. Determined to expose his lordship's past, she will use every wanton weapon in her arsenal to tease and tempt this sinner into the ultimate sensual surrender. . .
337 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 29, 2014

"Oh, I dare, and, by God, by the end of it, when I've had my cock in your mouth, your cunt, and your arse, you'll be screaming my name, I swear it."

He was still Benedict, her Benedict, the other half of her soul. Just because she tried to deny that connection didn't mean it didn't exist.

He sat to remove his boots and took off his breeches then his shirt. His body gleamed so enticingly in the candlelight that Malinda had to look away. He climbed into bed beside her and blew out the candle.
“Tomorrow, we should look for a maid for you.”
“Are you tired of having to deal with my corset?”
“No, I can’t say that will ever become a chore.”
She stared up at the canopy above their heads. “I cannot afford a maid.”
He sighed. “Let’s not argue about this again. You sought my protection and I need you to look respectable. Having me as your ladies’ maid will not suffice.”
“I’m perfectly capable of looking after myself.”
“I know that. But you aren’t used to London society.”
She snorted. “You’re afraid I’ll show you up.”
He moved so suddenly that she found herself underneath him. “Your inferiority complex is showing.”
“Which is why we never would have succeeded as a married couple. Society will never accept a peer married to a common sergeant’s daughter.”
“Good Lord, you sound just like my father.” He gave her a tiny shake. “Peers have married actresses and known whores. The entire royal family is a scandal. No one would give a damn. The only person who cares about it is you.”
“Go away, Benedict.”
[…]
She flopped onto her back. “Are you ever going to stop talking?”
“Probably not. I do some of my best thinking just before I fall asleep.”
“This isn’t ‘thinking’; it’s rambling.”