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348 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published August 25, 2015
"Then what the hell were you doing in my bed?"
"That is.."
He closed the distance between them in three steps. He reached down and tipped her chin up, forcing her eyes back to his. The dark desire he saw reflected in her gaze nearly undid him right there.
"I wanted.."
He dropped to a knee in front of her, his eyes level with her own. "What? You wanted what, Joss?"
"I wanted to feel what it would be like. To belong to you."
I've been spending too much time looking for other things I thought I wanted. Things I thought were the right things and would make me happy. But they didn't. They never could. I want you, Josephine Somerhall. On whatever terms you wish. It's only ever been you.
I want you all the time, Josephine Somehall," he growled. "I want you from the second I wake up until the moment I work myself into a exhausted stupor that allows me to find sleep. I want you like this, naked and hot and sweaty, every time you're near me. every time you touch me. Every time you look at me. If I didn't have you, I would have lost my mind.
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You're The Earl I Want is a story that is a delightful romp with a dose of danger, hint of sensuality, a smidgen of mystery and quite a lot of rediscovering a love that has always existed between these two!! A STORY TO CRAVE!
I've
Got
My Duke To Keep Me Warm (1)
A Good Rogue Is Hard To Find (2)
A Lady's Guide To Skirting Scandal (2.5)
You're The Earl I Want (3)
“I’ve been spending too much time looking for other things I thought I wanted. Things I thought were the right things and would make me happy. But they didn’t. They never could.”
“Oh.” Her voice was barely audible. “But Lady Rebecca---”
“Has found her own happiness. I want you, Josephine Somerhall. On whatever terms you wish. It’s only ever been you.”
The feel of her hands sliding over his back under his evening coat had sent the same jolt of lust through him, though at that time, he’d attributed it to the residual effects of their narrow escape. She’d had her head against his chest, thank God, for had she looked up at him in that moment, he might have kissed her senseless and regretted it later. Because this was Joss, for pity’s sake. His best friend’s little sister. She’d been a child to be tolerated out of loyalty to Worth, and now, as a woman, she was to be respected and kept at an appropriate distance for the exact same reason. Not fantasized about as if she were some sort of courtesan ripe for conquest.