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I'd never felt so vulnerable, at once both lost and found, as I now did sprawled half-naked across Savage in this foolish throne-chair. His strength was my solace, my comfort, and there was nothing better than hearing the beating of his heart beneath my ear.
Once trapped in a loveless, pleasure-less marriage, Evelyn Hart leaves her home in New York for the glittering ballrooms of 1907 London. When she arrives, she meets the Earl of Savage, a dark, powerful man who seems to live up to his name. Despite his noble trappings, he's also a man who can possess her with just one look. Soon Evelyn finds herself pulled into Savage's world - a world of passion and seductive games unlike any she has ever experienced. Evelyn's heart is captured with no hope of escape. But can they overcome the tortures of the past together...?
Savage never imagined someone like Evelyn walking into his life. As soon as he sees her he knows he must have her, no matter the cost, in Lord Savage by Mia Gabriel.
292 pages, Mass Market Paperback
Published December 29, 2015

"That is the Earl of Savage, my dear, Savage by name, and likewise by inclination. There is such an air of danger about him that makes him quite irresistible. "

But Lord Savage would take me, claim me, ravish me, make me wild with joy, and then smile, and kiss me, and make me laugh softly, as if I were the only woman in his world.

I was playing a role. I had to remember that. I was no longer Ms. Arthur Hart, but an Innocent, a beautiful, brazen Innocent, desiring to please and be please by my Protector.

"You have blinded me to all the others. I can think of nothing but touching you, smelling you, tasting you, fucking you, and I would kill any other man who tried to take you from me."

It was as if I'd been sleepwalking for the first twenty-five years of my life, going through my days in a genteel, empty haze. Like a prince in a fairy tale, Savage had kissed me and brought me to life.

I'd already learned to my sorrow that even the mildest of words could turn treacherous with him.
"...loneliness affects women in different ways than it does men, and given the warm nature of most women, it must be more difficult for them to bear."
He frowned. "You were frightened by a drunkard pawing over your leg?"