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Der Auftakt zur neuen Serie der Bestsellerautorin Christi Caldwell.
Lord Robert Dennington, Marquis von Westfield, genießt sein Leben in vollen Zügen. Dass er irgendwann heiraten und für den Fortbestand der Familie sorgen muss, weiß er. Aber hat das nicht noch Zeit?
Helena Bradbury ist im gefährlichsten Viertel Londons aufgewachsen – eine schwere Kindheit, die sichtbare und unsichtbare Narben hinterlassen hat. Anders als der attraktive Marquis kennt sie weder Freiheit noch Müßiggang, sondern kümmert sich um die Buchhaltung einer berüchtigten Spielhölle. Sie ist dort in Sicherheit und wird von ihren Brüdern beschützt. Mehr als ihr lieb ist.
Als Lord Robert während eines Casinobesuches nachts aus Versehen in Helenas Schlafkammer landet, katapultiert sein Fauxpas Helena in die glanzvolle Welt des englischen Hochadels. Sie, die mit Waffen umgehen kann und sich gegen harte Kerle der Unterwelt zu wehren weiß, ist zu ihrem großen Ärger machtlos gegen Lord Roberts Charme …
396 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 25, 2016
Understanding dawned.Bottom Line. READ!!! Seriously, I have already added it to my buy-in-paper-form list, because I know I'll want to reread in the future. I can't wait to read more Caldwell books and am super excited to have finally started in on this author's books; I've obviously seen her around a lot and I even own a couple of her books, but just never got around to reading them. Well: better late than never!!
The lady believed he didn’t wish to dance with her. He ran his gaze over her sharp features, and the mark upon her cheek. The world was on the whole a merciless place. What was that world to a woman who wore scars upon her skin, and called a gaming hell home? “You misunderstand, Helena.”
He may as well have presented her an unsolvable word riddle for the befuddlement in her expression. “I do?”
Something tugged at his heart, an organ he’d long believed incapable of feeling anything for anyone beyond his family. “Quite the opposite, love,” he murmured. “I am looking forward to the opportunity to properly . . . touch you.”
As her eyes formed round moons, and her breath hitched noisily, another surge of masculine triumph gripped him. For her flippant words, desire fairly seeped from her tall, lithe frame. Then all hint of passion receded. She squinted up at him. “Are you making light of me?” she demanded.
“I’ve well learned the perils in crossing you, madam,” he assured her with a dry twist of his lips. Some of the tautness left her narrow shoulders and as she held his gaze, something passed between them. Something indefinable. Some peculiar connection that came in mention of that first exchange that had temporarily changed the course of her life.