Three broken engagements in a search for true love. Elizabeth Banning finds herself risking everything to win the one man who doesn?t want her.
Banning Sisters Trilogy #3
Pocket
April 2010
On Sale: April 13, 2010
Featuring: Elizabeth Banning; Neil Severin
400 pages
ISBN: 0743410610
EAN: 9780743410618
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In Regency England, a beautiful young woman finds her life
thrown into turmoil by the arrival of a handsome scoundrel.
Lady Elizabeth, the youngest and most headstrong of the
three Banning sisters, has been engaged three times, and has
most scandalously broken off all three engagements. Her fear
of becoming any manβs property has kept her from marriage
and earned her a reputation in the ton as a heartbreaking flirt.
Neil Severin is a wicked rogue, black of heart and black of
reputation. A man of no morals, devoid of compassion, he is
a government sanctioned assassin. And his newest target is a
man Beth holds dear. When the flame-haired beauty thwarts
his plan, Neil exacts his own brand of spicy revenge.
Beth despises him. Neil doesnβt care. But circumstances most
unexpectedly throw them together, and with Bethβs life in
danger, Neil finds himself in the unexpected role of hero,
racing to save her before itβs too late.
What he never expects is the twist fate hands him: instead
of his saving her, Beth winds up saving him. When the
ruthless organization he works for turns its agents loose on
him, only Beth stands between him and a death he thought he
didnβt fear.
In a fight for their lives, Neil and Beth travel the British
countryside, fleeing the ruthless killers out for Neilβs
blood, the men after Beth, and their growing attraction to
each other. Can Neil forgive himself for his past and accept
Bethβs love? Can Beth overcome her fear and trust Neil? Will
she have to choose between him and her family? And most
important, can they both survive long enough to begin a new
life together?
The third in the Banning Sisters trilogy that began with the
New York Times bestsellers Scandalous and
Irresistible, Shameless marks a dazzling return to
historical fiction for Karen Robards.
Excerpt She watched him still, her expression severe. βIf you are a
burglar, I must warn you that you are quite out in your
timing: the house is full of people. There is a ball in
progress just at this moment, you know. And perhaps this
would be a good time to mention, too, that I have only to
scream, and a hundred people will instantly come rushing to
my aid.β
βWhy donβt you, then?β he asked, genuinely curious. He
almost wished she would scream. He would be upon her before
the sound left her throat, of course, silencing her quickly
and forever, his hand pushed by necessity, which would make
this easier. It had been many years since heβd felt any
hesitation at all about killing anyone, but he was
conscious of having to deliberately keep reminding himself
that in the name of self-preservation he had to kill her.
When his target died, as his target inevitably would, this
too-beguiling chit would remember him. It would be trusting
too much to luck to assume she would not then associate him
with the event.
Get on with it, then.
His footsteps were entirely silent on the deep pile of the
oriental carpet as he closed the distance between them.
Years of necessity had made it second nature for him to
move without making a sound.
βOh. Well, β she said. βAs to that....β
She paused.
With interest, he watched the quick darkening of her eyes
as self-consciousness suffused them. He was so close now
that she had to tilt her head back to meet his gaze,
leaving her slender, pale neck more vulnerable than she had
any notion of. She was clearly, foolishly, unafraid of him.
βI have no....β she started up again.
The man on the floor stirred and groaned. The lady jumped
as if someone had grabbed her by the ankle, almost losing
her grip on both the poker and her bodice in the process.
She took a couple of skittering steps back and looked down
at her victim with wide-eyed dismay. The man on the floor
lay once again motionless, eyes closed, jaws slack. Drool
spilled from the corner of his mouth. A smear of blood was
now visible through his fair hair. It was the only real
indication that he was not simply asleep on the rug.
βDo you think heβll die?β she asked anxiously. Neil looked
into the big blue eyes that had lifted to meet his again
and felt grim. She was very young, very sweet - and very
much in his way.
βProbably not. Itβs difficult to be certain, of course. Do
you wish him to?β He took another step toward her, until he
was close enough to once again smell the faint,
lavender-tinged scent of her. Like the rest of her, it was
unmistakably - and titillatingly - feminine. Up close, her
skin had the soft, pearlescent gleam of ivory satin. He was
certain it would be smooth to the touch - and warm.
It had been a while - a long while - since heβd been this
close to this kind of woman. Young ladies of quality were
thin on the ground in the places he regularly habituated.
βNo, of course not. At least....β
She broke off, hesitating, glancing back at the man on the
ground. Neil reached out and took the poker from her - she
made no protest, seeming more glad than not to be relieved
of its unwieldiness - then realized he was, in effect,
hesitating too. The poker posed not the slightest degree of
hindrance to what he needed to do, and he knew it.
βWho is he?β Even as he laid the poker on the carpet, Neil
recognized that in asking the question he was simply trying
to delay the inevitable for a little longer. A glance upon
entering the room had told him that the man on the floor
was not his target. Therefore, he had no interest
whatsoever in who he was. And yet he asked.
βLord Rosen. He is - was - my fiancΓ©.β
βAh.β
The loathing in her voice was unmistakable. Having listened
to the determined fight she had put up to defend her honor,
Neil gave her full marks for emerging the victor in the
encounter. Given her size and style -Β she was on the
small side, and a lady to boot - and the size and style of
her assailant, who was burly and thick-limbed, he would
have expected the outcome to be very different.
Not, he told himself, that he cared one way or the other.
He cared about doing his job, and that was all. That being
the case, he needed to do what was necessary to repair this
farcical situation, and be gone.
βDid you end your other two engagements with the same
amount of, ah, ferocity?β he inquired, and had the felicity
of watching her eyes darken still more with
self-consciousness and her cheeks turn even rosier.
βYou were listening!β she accused. Then, primming up her
mouth, she added, βIβve no intention of telling you
anything at all until you tell me who you are - and why you
came in through the window.β
Her tone was haughty, her gaze direct.
To his own amazement, Neil found himself teetering on the
brink of being charmed.
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