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Brave (A Wicked Trilogy #3) Seduced by the Wolf (Heart of the Wolf #5)

Even Newton had been prepared for the journey. He’d been bathed and dried, a new collar had been affixed to his neck, and his favorite toys were loaded into a small satchel that now sat in the front hall, right next to the delicately carved wooden chest Kate had had since she was a baby. The chest was filled with Kate’s childhood toys and treasures, and she’d found tremendous comfort in their presence here in London. It was silly and sentimental, but to Kate it made her upcoming transition a little less scary. Bringing her things—funny little items that meant nothing to anyone but her—to Anthony’s home made it seem more like it would truly be her home as well.

Alcohol and cheroots. Card games and lots of hired women. It was just the sort of party Benedict Bridgerton would have enjoyed immensely when he was fresh out of university.Now he was just bored.

Sole Survivor

He wasn’t even certain why he’d agreed to attend. More boredom, he supposed. The London season of 1817 had thus far been a repeat of the previous year, and he hadn’t found 1816 terribly scintillating to begin with. To do the whole thing over again was beyond banal.He didn’t even really know his host, one Phillip Cavender. It was one of those friend of a friend of a friend situations, and now Benedict was fervently wishing he’d remained in London. He’d just gotten over a blistering head cold, and he should have used that as an excuse to cry off, but his friend—whom he hadn’t even seen in the past four hours— had prodded and cajoled, and finally Benedict had given in. Now he heartily regretted it.He walked down the main hall of Cavender’s parents’ home. Through the doorway to his left he could see a high-stakes card game in process. One of the players was sweating profusely. Stupid idiot, Benedict muttered. The poor bloke was probably just a breath away from losing his ancestral home.

Come Alive (Experiment in Terror #7)

The door to his right was closed, but he could hear the sound of feminine giggling, followed by masculine laughter, followed by some rather unattractive grunting and squealing.This was madness. He didn’t want to be here. He hated card games where the stakes were higher than the participants could afford, and he’d never had any interest in copulating in such a public manner. He had no idea what had happened to the friend who had brought him here, and he didn’t much like any of the other guests.

I’m leaving, he declared, even though there was no one in the hall to hear him. He had a small piece of property not so very far away, just an hour’s ride, really. It wasn’t much more than a cottage, but it was his, and right now it sounded like heaven.

But good manners dictated that he find his host and inform him of his departure, even if Mr. Cavender was so sotted that he wouldn’t remember the conversation the next day.She’d always sworn that she would never become a man’s mistress, that she’d never bring a child into this world to suffer her fate as a bastard. But she wasn’t planning anything quite so brazen. This was one dance, one evening, perhaps one kiss.

It was enough to ruin a reputation, but what sort of reputation did she have to begin with? She was outside society, beyond  the pale. And she wanted one night of fantasy. She looked up.You’re not going to run, then, he murmured, his dark eyes flaring with something hot and exciting.

Nauti Kisses (Nauti #6)

She shook her head, realizing that once again, he’d known what she was thinking. It should have scared her that he so effortlessly read her thoughts, but in the dark seduction of the night, with the wind tugging at the loose strands of her hair, and the music floating up from below, it was somehow thrilling instead. Where do I put my hand? she asked. I want to dance.Right here on my shoulder, he instructed. No, just a touch lower. There you are.

You must think me the veriest ninny, she said, not knowing how to dance.I think you’re very brave, actually, for admitting it. His free hand found hers and slowly lifted it into the air. Most women  of my acquaintance would have feigned an injury or disinterest.

She looked up into his eyes even though she knew it would leave her breathless. I haven’t the acting skills to feign disinterest, she admitted.The hand at the small of her back tightened.

Listen to the music, he instructed, his voice oddly hoarse. Do you feel it rising and falling?Listen harder, he whispered, his lips drawing closer to her ear. One, two, three; one, two, three.

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