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372 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published February 22, 2011
There it was again, that hitch in her voice after he touched her.
The sound made him want to do things to her. Dirty, animalistic things. To bruise her lips with his, muss her perfectly coiffed hair while scraping her on the sheets, blotch her skin with feral color as she lost track of her own name--head tilted back, eyes glazed, unintelligible sounds emerging.
Trant had waited for just the right hand to make the bet. Had waited for Chatsworth to get into his cups and to have some decent cards.
Had waited to place the bet when only two men would witness the wager. One, a man who was utterly devoted to his wife, and whose wife was a close friend of the lady of the bet. Who would hold the scandal secret. The other, a man who held the debts and markers of over half of London's citizens. Who would make sure the wager took place. Who wouldn't interfere--for it was his business not to interfere.
And she knew she was acting recklessly. But it didn't seem to matter. Even as she thought about it logically, she didn't care.

“I’m going to possess you, Charlotte.”
His free hand caressed the flesh of her throat, then threaded into the hair at her nape, pulling the strands there, tipping her head back. Not harshly, but not gently either. “I’m going to take you and claim you and make you beg.”
Charlotte Chatsworth is the perfect lady of the ton. Known for her beauty and her icy persona, she is envied by many. She is her father’s most powerful investment, one he will use until he has secured the most promising marriage proposal. And Charlotte knows it’s her fate to do as her father wishes, is she wants to protect those she loves, secure a life that would make life easier for them. Until her father loses her in a card game for one night to the mysterious and dangerous lord of the underworld, Roman Merrick.
Roman has lived a tough life, learning early on to fight and get what he wants. And who he wants is Charlotte Chatsworth, who intrigues him like no other. But what starts as a simple gamble, soon threatens both their hearts, and the intense passion has the means to destroy that which they hold most dear.
She wanted him. Needed the feelings he produced. Craved them like a starving woman searching for food.
We met Charlotte in the previous book as the intended bride to Lord Downing. Charlotte was a great heroine, and I loved her ability to be logical about her circumstances, never losing her composure, always trying to be strong. And I really admired her love of her sister, and her willingness to sacrifice herself in order to keep her safe. She has been hiding her true self for so long, and the only person who she really showed her true self was Roman. I love how she let go with him.
Besides, touching her loosened something within him, a coil that he hadn’t even been aware of before she’d entered his existence.
I adored the sexy Roman, and his intense attraction to Charlotte was amazing! He risked all just to have her, a man who was used to making careful moves, thinking about all consequences, and suddenly he was consumed by only her. I loved that.
“No, a selfish man destroys what is offered to him and demands more. He demands everything. ”
He touched her chin, pulling his finger beneath it, bringing her lower lip to brush against his. “I am a selfish man, and all of you, Charlotte . . . that is my demand.”
The romance captivated me right from the start. I loved the dangerous and slightly forbidden attraction between these two, and how intent Roman was on convincing Charlotte to give into it.
I loved the suspense in this book that came from the dangerous Roman and his broody brother Andreas, and it intrigued me right from the very start.
This was an excellent HR, and I really love this author’s writing. Highly recommended to all HR fans.
The silence was obvious.
"I'm going to possess you, Charlotte."


Of course, with or without Downing’s threats, if she had said that she was not going to hold to her father’s part of the bet, Roman would have let her go. Would have found her again, in a garden or at some ball, and possessed her then.



Roman smiled and flicked a paper containing Charlotte Chatsworth’s possible future onto the desk.

He could have overpowered her before that. Could have made her come to him even there in the middle of the crowd with her panicking over the talk they were sure to cause. He had seen the way she hovered there on the brink, sensuality and reserve threatening to break.
And he hadn’t been able to bring himself to do it.

Her eyes narrowed. And she wondered why she felt all sorts of distasteful feelings at Clark’s threat yet had felt none of them when Roman had initiated his pursuit.
Because she had returned his desire, and Roman had known it.




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He expected a defensive, sarcastic response such as, "You would have just broken it anyway."
But she said nothing before pulling back a space, eyes meeting his in the faint light. "Yes," she whispered.
"Why?" He internally kicked himself for asking. He didn't need to know an answer to that question, dammit. She was the one who wanted to know why, why, why. He simply coaxed and took what he wanted. And here she was on a candlelit tray. Who cared why?
"The force constantly pushing and pulling within her between external bravery and internal vulnerability. But there a little of that in everyone. Even in the man standing behind her."
”In the course of events, her coiffure had lost its shape, and one of the short locks around her face kept slipping into her eyes. She finally gave in and brushed it away, trying to tuck it behind her ear. Without looking away from his cards, Roman reaching into his pocket and handed her a fresh clip. It was one of hers, likely forgotten at some point in the past. He always had one handy."
"Why?" He internally kicked himself for asking. He didn't need an answer to that question, dammit. She was the one who wanted to know why, why, why. He simply coaxed and took what he wanted. And here she was on a candlelit tray. Who cared why?
"Because I don't want to feel broken. Because... because you make me feel alive. Because... I want you to burn me from the inside again like you so easily do."
Fine. He cared a lot about why, then.
She shut her eyes, damning his penchant for risk and her foolishness for always jumping after him with both feet. "Why don't we just wait for Clark and his cronies to enter and exit the room, then go back through?"
"Because they might wait outside the room, and you need to return to the ballroom quickly. Besides, where is your sense of adventure?"
"I left it in the hall when I stuck a knife into John Clark's crotch."
"I think I am jealous."
"I can remedy that," she said darkly.
"Promises, promises."
"Roman." And her voice was soft, questioning. "Do you think you might come to love me? If you weren't... giving... me back? Someday? Just a little?"
He was frozen. Absolutely frozen. He couldn't speak a word. She lifted her chin a notch and pressed a soft kiss to his lips at his nonresponse. And still he remained frozen. He saw her walk to the door and grab Bill's arm. Heard their footsteps filing down the hall. Leaving.
Leaving. Never hearing his whisper that he already did.
"Why?" she whispered.
Stabbing pools of piercing blue pinned her.
"I would destroy the city if something happened to you. I can't even bear the thought of it," he whispered.