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Lady
Varney’s Risqué Business, Book 1
When
a proper lady of the ton takes on a new client in her
matchmaking business, she discovers he has one risqué demand. Spend
the night with him!
(Read Lisabet’s
review here!)
Rendezvous
with a Duke, Book 2
Anna
Fournier secludes herself, scandal staining her family name and all
her prospects for anonymity, employment and even love. But one
afternoon she plays her newest composition in a piano shop—and one
man who cannot forget her decides to right the wrong done her years
ago.
Masquerade
with a Marquess
She
wanted to find her family’s stolen treasures. He wanted to avoid
caring for her again. But together, they found more than treasure.
They discovered love that had endured decades of war and loss.
Excerpt
from LADY VARNEY’s RISQUÉ
BUSINESS:
Kitty
glanced toward her friend Lucy and the smile wreathing the bride’s
face made Kitty understand the full meaning of the word envy. “You’ve
seen the scandal sheets? How someone found my fan in the pantry?”
Justin
nodded, looked horrid. “The gossip du jour.”
She
clutched her stomach. “Do not make light of this.”
“Sorry,
darling. I should have seen it there before I left, but I was in such
a rush, I didn’t.”
She
reached out and squeezed his hand. “I’m sorry, too. I should have
had my wits about me. But I—”
“I
was the same.” His gaze was consoling and incredibly sympathetic.
“Undone. Wanting you.”
She
inhaled, sat back. He was so kind, so sweet, so unlike Henry. “Tell
me what happened after I left the pantry.”
“I
cleaned up the glass. Found a kitchen maid who hailed the butler.
Then I apologized and offered to purchase new glassware.”
“But
how did you explain why we—you were there?”
Justin
shrugged. “I lost my way in the house.”
“He
believed you?”
“I
thought so.”
They
stared at each other for a long moment in which she expressed more
gratitude with her eyes than with her words. “As soon as someone
connects the broken glassware to my fan, we will be done for.”
“Not
if you marry me, we won’t.”
“Do
not begin that again.” She warned beneath her breath.
“I
must.”
“Why?”
she asked him, stood and said, “I must find the ladies’ retiring
room. Excuse me.”
She
made her way out of the dining room, but Justin was hard on her
heels.
In
the hall, she spun on him and stamped her foot. “Following me is so
obvious. Go away.”
“No.
You must listen to me. About the roses.”
She
put her hands to her ears and strode down the hall.
In
two steps, he pulled her from her chosen path and swung her into the
family library. Pressing her against a stack of books, he braced his
hands on either side of her head.
Blocked,
she fumed and fussed. “Say what you will and let me go.”
He
arched his brows. “I want to tell you about your roses.”
“What?”
“Your
roses.”
“Not
mine. Yours.”
“They
have sprung their first blooms now,” he said, undeterred by her
testiness. “Rich reds and creamy whites. They have grown, changed.
They need more space to mature. Some must be transplanted soon.”
His
declaration melted a cold, hard part of her resistance. She wanted to
sob, run, be done here. “They must be lovely.”
“They
won’t be for long.” He caught a teardrop from her cheekbone.
“No?”
“They
need someone to tend them properly.”
“You
have a gardener.” She sniffed.
“I
have no wife. And I need one, my darling. I need you.” He wrapped
his hand around her nape and sank his fingers up against her scalp.
His lips brushed hers.
“I’m
not a good bet, you know I’m not.” And there is your uncle’s
demand for a rich heiress.
“You
married an old man and endured him. Marry a young man and enjoy him.”
He kissed her then, his tongue darting inside to tantalize her with
the promise of a different life.
“I
want you. I do,” she told him. “But I cannot take the chance.”
“That
I’d berate you. Badger you. Insult you? That’s what he did, isn’t
it?”
Daily.
Hourly.
Justin
kissed her again, sweetly, desperately, lovingly. “Am I like him?”
“No.
Never.” She put her palm to his flies and beneath the superfine
wool, she felt one piece of hard evidence that he resembled Henry
Varney in no way.
He
crushed her hand to his firm body. “I mean to have you.”
She
fought to undo his buttons. “Do it then.”
He
glanced around the dim wood lined walls. “Here.”
Following
his line of sight, she saw the map table. “You wouldn’t.”
“I
will,” he told her and tugged her to the center of the room where a
large table held maps. He lifted her and put her on it, her knees
bent over the edge. “Let me raise your skirt, madam. I need to kiss
you there.”
Someone
gasped.
Kitty
halted. Her gaze met Justin’s.
Something
plunked to the floor. A book? A shoe?
She
gulped.
He
seized her hand. As he pulled open the door, he whispered, “Wait.
Have you left anything?”
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