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LADY OF INTRIGUE
SABRINA DARBY
Released Nov 9th, 2015
Entangled Scandalous
London, 1814
Lady
Jane Langley values logic and reason over passion and emotion. Her intellect
has given her value in the eyes of both her father and society. Logic gives way
to terrible, icy fear when Jane finds herself in a devastating carriage
accident... an accident in which she is helpless to do anything but watch as
her aristocratic companion is murdered.
But
this was no mere accident. This was an assassination. Spy and grandson of Lord
Landsdowne, Gerard Badeau is methodic in his dark, shadowy work, knowing that
any display of emotion could get him killed. Something about the mysterious
woman and her cool blue eyes stays Gerard's lethal hand. Now he has both a
witness and a hostage.
And
if he doesn't kill Lady Jane Langley, he risks a fate that is far, far
worse...falling in love with her.
With each passing moment it was easier to accept
his desire and fascination for her, to accept that in these few short days
something had kindled between them, something that transcended the prevailing
codes of morality and society. Not that he adhered to those codes in the usual
course of things. He was hard against the soft roundness of her bottom, his
trousers the only barrier between them, as the cloth of his shirt that she wore
had risen up between them.
The gray light brightened to yellow, illuminating
them both, and her eyelashes fluttered then parted. She shifted, turned toward
him, and for one moment, he had a glimpse beneath the loose shirt of the
bruised, distended skin of her injured shoulder.
His arousal fled and unease settled in his gut
instead. It was easier to hide from truths in the darkness.
“You look very fierce,” she whispered and he met
her questioning gaze. Of course she was questioning, wishing to know his very
thoughts. The bed was no proper bed and distinctly uncomfortable, and yet he
wished to laze here longer, to enjoy the challenge of her conversation and the
intimacy of the space.
Such a domestic desire. What was it he wanted from
her? What was it that he thought she could bring him? He watched her arm move
and he was still stunned by her hand on his cheek, the pads of her fingers
running over the rougher texture of his jaw.
“In half an hour we will begin our way down the
mountain to the main road,” he said, catching her
hand in his and holding it there against his skin. “Each step will bring us
closer to the rest of the world. You will think of how you can escape, with
whom you can beg shelter and protection—it is only natural. But remember this.
You are drawn to me as much as I am to you. Your life, for now, is with me.”
“For now,” she said.
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Sabrina Darby has been
reading romance novels since the age of seven and learned her best vocabulary
(dulcet, diaphanous, and turgid) from them. She started writing romance the day
after her wedding when she woke up with an idea for a Regency. She resides in
Southern California with her husband and son.
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