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After witnessing a shocking scene and
experiencing a disastrous marriage, somehow Penelope Norman has
become a voice of those fighting against the shocking sensual excess
of the Upper Ten Thousand. And Jeremy Vaughn, Duke of Kilgrath has
just secretly been chosen to silence her.
The Duke believes he can seduce the pretty little hypocrite into ceasing her troubling talk… or at least put her in a position to blackmail her. So he pretends to be on her side by day in order to expose her to the erotic lifestyle he’s been leading, and by night he writes her erotic letters and visits her bed as a masked lover to school her in all the sinful activities she’s so afraid of. But the closer they become, the more Penelope wants both Jeremy and her mystery lover. And the more Jeremy begins to realize that the frustrating and utterly tempting Penelope has the upper hand in every game they’re playing. Especially the ones of the heart. Available from Avon Red NOW! Excerpt He looked around. Aside from the candle, the only other light in the room was the low fire across the room. In front of it stood Penelope. Jeremy sucked in a breath. She was wearing a thin, cotton night rail. Broad straps covered most of her delicate shoulders and the white fabric hung around her curves like an unshaped sack. But with the firelight coming through the cotton, he could still see every single curve of Penelope’s body outlined in tantalizing shadow. And his cock went hard as steel in an instant. “Hello, Penelope,” he murmured and this time it took no effort to make his voice low and rough with desire. She turned to face him, obviously startled by his voice. In the dim firelight, he saw her expression relax with relief. She had thought he might not come to her, as he had promised. Thanks to her past, disappointment and humiliation had become her expectation. The realization made his chest ache with unwanted empathy.“I notice you didn’t raise the light in your room,” he said softly as he stepped forward, still cloaked in shadow. “You make no effort to see my face.” She shoved her hands behind her back. “Y-Yes,” she stammered. “I mean, no. I think it is best if I don’t know your identity. In some ways, I wish you did not know mine.” He stopped moving as that unwanted guilt he’d felt the day before returned. She feared he would betray her. And now he had to promise that he wouldn’t when there was no bigger lie. He would do so. He had to. “So you want a secret lover,” he purred, ignoring her fears instead of telling a direct untruth. “You want someone you can pretend away in the cold light of day.” She bit her lip and nodded slowly. “Yes, I suppose that is true. In the day, I don’t want reminders. I don’t want distractions from the actions I must take. The things I must do.” “I am most happy to oblige you,” he said as he closed the final gap of space between them and reached for her hand. Lifting it, he pressed his mouth to her knuckles. His tongue darted out and he stroked it between her fingers... Want More? 4 Stars -- "...Michaels beautifully brings out the heroine's slow sexual awakening...a seductive and satisfying story." -- Romantic Times 5 Blue Ribbons -- "Something Reckless is simply stunning. I savored every word and action in this phenomenal romance. Jess Michaels has woven a historical tale full of emotions and complex characterizations. I highly recommend it!" -- Romance Junkies "I cannot recommend SOMETHING RECKLESS highly enough... a deeply touching sensual romance." -- Kwips and Kritiques 4.5 Hearts -- "...this book is sure to keep the reader enthralled from start to finish..." -- Night Owl Romance "Jess Michaels has penned another winner..." -- Between Your Sheets "Jess Michaels' SOMETHING RECKLESS is a wonderful romance steeped with passion." -- Romance Reader at Heart "...filled with simmering passion..." -- Coffee Time Romance |
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