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312 pages, ebook
First published October 18, 2016
“[Ravenwood’s] previous mistress was French. And the one before that an Italian opera singer. I suppose taking up with foreigners saves him from having to exert himself to actually talk to them.”
He slanted her a wicked sideways glance. “I’m fairly sure he doesn’t engage them for conversation.”
… “Well, I expect she’ll be released soon enough. Ravenwood seems to be able to snap his fingers and have any woman he wants.”
… “It’s true Ravenwood’s never had a problem attracting most women, “ he continued, as if they were discussing nothing more innocuous than the weather. “Nothing elicits desire in a female more than the promise of a ducal title and an outrageously large” – he paused teasingly – “house.”
She glanced up at the ceiling and pretended to admire the soaring architecture. “It’s certainly impressive,” she said, straight-faced. “Very… imposing.”
“Ravenwood would be delighted to hear it. A man never tires of women praising the size of his endowments.”
“People will think we’ve eloped.”
“Not if they know either one of us,” he replied succinctly. “If we both disappear they’re more likely to assume I’ve murdered you and fled the country.”
He panicked. Faced with her shining, girlish adoration, when there was nothing childish about his lustful feelings for her, he'd done the only thing he could think of. He pushed her off and plastered a fierce scowl on his face even though he knew she couldn't see him in the dark. "What are you doing?"Y'all: WHAT THE FUCK.
"I thought, well, we're friends...aren't we?"
"Friends?" He gave an incredulous laugh. "No. We're not 'friends.' Your brothers are my friends. You're their annoying little sister."
She gasped at the cruelty of his words, as he'd predicted. He made his tone even more scathing. "You're a child, Heloise. Now go home and leave me be."
She pulled away. Sniffed.
To make it worse, he'd laughed.
Her heart gave an uncomfortable jolt as he strode toward her, stopping a foot away.SO ROMANCE. MUCH LOVE.
His eyes narrowed. "For God's sake, cover yourself."
She glanced down and realized that the front of her bodice had been torn. Her left breast was almost completely exposed to his view. She clutched the sagging cloth to her chest as a hot wave of shame and outrage scorched her skin.
“That’s how it is with me. When you go, all the light goes, too.” He sounded both defiant and vulnerable.
“Come on, you’ve fancied me since you were sixteen,” he goaded mercilessly.
“It was a temporary aberration. I’m cured of it now”
“That’s true. You’ve resisted me for years. Why is that?” She fought the seductive pull of him. “Because unlike so many of your conquests, I possess a working brain?”