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Avon
May 2014
On Sale: April 29, 2014
Featuring: Sebastian Vane; Abigail Weston
384 pages
ISBN: 0062244906
EAN: 9780062244901
Kindle: B00FJ350FS
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Caroline Linden

Caroline Linden
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Sometimes It Takes a Scandal . . .

Abigail Weston has everything: beauty, wit, and one of the
largest dowries in England. Her parents hope she'll wed an
earl. Abigail hopes for a man who wants her desperately and
passionately. But the money seems to blind every man she
meets—except one.

Sebastian Vane has nothing. He came home from war with a
shattered leg to find his father mad and his inheritance
gone. He's not a fit suitor for anyone, let alone an
heiress. But Abigail lights up his world like a comet,
bright and beautiful and able to see him instead of his
ruined reputation. And it might end happily ever after . . .

To Reveal Your Heart's Desire

. . . Until Benedict Lennox begins courting Abigail. Ben is
everything Sebastian isn't—wealthy, charming, heir to an
earl. Sebastian won't give up the only girl he's ever loved
without a fight, but Abigail must choose between the
penniless gentleman who moves her heart, and the suitor who
is everything her parents want.

Excerpt

“Yes,” he said at last. “You are correct. I do want to run
the other way when I see you.”

“Why?” She hurried to keep up as he walked on, more briskly
than before. “What have I done?”

“Absolutely nothing,” he said, adding under his breath, “and
I pray it stays that way.”

“Then what ought I to do?” They were making good progress
down the road. She had run out without a shawl or a bonnet,
and had to squint against the sun when she looked up at him.

“Absolutely nothing,” he repeated. “For your own sake.”

“But if I’ve been doing nothing and it disgusts you, it
makes no sense that I continue doing nothing.”

He paused. “You don’t disgust me.” He pointed past her with
his cane. “There is the path to my home. Pardon me, Miss
Weston.”

She let him pass, but kept dogging his heels, dragging poor
Milo in her wake. “If I don’t disgust you, why won’t you
speak to me? There was only that one moment, when you told
me about the lost grotto, when I felt we were cordial.”

He heaved a soundless sigh. “I’m speaking to you now, aren’t
I?”

“Without saying anything,” she grumbled. “We are neighbors,
sir. Surely we can have an amiable relationship.”

With unexpected speed and grace he whirled on her. Abigail
nearly tripped as she leapt back once, then again until her
back hit a tree as he stalked toward her. He loomed over
her, so close she could see the lines around his eyes, but
not so close he was touching her. “Amiable,” he whispered.
“We will never be amiable.”

“Why n-not?” she stammered. Her heart was beating a tattoo
inside her chest.

He smiled, but there was nothing light about it. It was a
black and bitter expression, and the sight made her eyes
grow wide. “Because I am a wicked man, Miss Weston. Don’t
you listen to the gossip? Madness runs in my family. My
estate is utterly ruined. People call me a thief. They even
say I killed my father. Ask anyone in town, and they’ll warn
you to stay far, far away from me. To a beautiful, innocent
young woman, I might as well be the devil incarnate.”

“Did you kill your father?” As soon as the words left her
mouth, Abigail wished them back.

“What do you think?” he asked in the same soft, dangerous
tone.

She frowned. “I doubt it.”

“But you don’t know. That should warn you to run away.”

She stared at him. “You intrigue me.”

He leaned closer. In confusion she closed her eyes. “And you
intrigue me,” he replied, his breath stirring the hair at
her temple. “That’s why I avoid you.”