It wasn't one kiss, it was twenty, it was a long series of unending kisses, leading one into another, so that she barely had time to begin to regain her sanity when he stripped it away once more.
She told herself it meant absolutely nothing as his tongue pushed into her mouth, and the moan that came from deep inside her had to be one of displeasure, didn't it? She told herself that as her body trembled and melted beneath him, as her mouth opened to his skillful insistence. She told herself it meant nothing, it was a trick, an act, a small skill that anyone could acquire. She told herself she was being kissed by a practiced rake. He opened his mouth over hers and kissed her, using his tongue, his teeth, and all the clever weapons he had in his arsenal. This was no chaste salute, nor was it the wet awkwardness of an untried boy or a randy old man. This was no slow, sensuous caress of mouth and lip. Bryony must uncover the truth and attempt to preserve her father’s legacy, before things go too far and she falls in love with a man who might very well be her worst enemy.“And now, dear Emma, I'll show you just what you have to be wary of," he said, and his head moved down, blotting out the light. But against his will he’s fascinated by Bryony, seeing past the scars on her face to show her the beauty she never knew she had. The brooding, irresistible rake plays along because he has his own guilty secrets, and his venal, scheming wife holds the key to them, trapping him in a hate-filled marriage. It’s not just clues that Bryony finds, but temptation too…Īdrian Bruton, Earl of Kilmartyn, immediately suspects there is something not quite right about his new housekeeper. In disguise as a servant, Bryony infiltrates the home of her father’s business partner to find proof of his guilt…or innocence. He left a cryptic note, and Bryony is determined to find the real villain and clear her father’s name. Bryony Russell and her two sisters are left destitute by the disgrace and unexpected death of their father, a wealthy shipping magnate.
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