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The Mating Habits of Scoundrels Read Kindle PreviewUSA Today bestselling author Vivienne Lorret launches a charming new trilogy about three debutantes who get more than they bargained for when it comes to the mating habits of scoundrels . . . Heiress Winnifred Humphries refuses to marry the odious man her parents have chosen. Sheβll marry for love or not at all. But how does a woman know a man truly loves her? Needing answers, she sets out to discover the marriage habits of Londonβs aristocrats. Yet when her friends kidnap a lord for research, Winn knows theyβve gone too far. Now sheβs facing a wickedly handsome scoundrel who wants revenge. Lord Asher Holt has the perfect plan to free himself of his fatherβs debts. But when a trio of foolish debutantes abducts him, their scheme ruins everything! Fuming and tied to a chair, Holt overhears that one of them is an heiress. Perhaps he isnβt above a little kidnapping either. Yet, when the heiress runs away from her own wedding and straight into his waiting carriage, Holt finds himself on an adventure heβll never forget, falling in love with a woman worth more than any treasure. But will Winn ever believe his heart only desires her . . . and not her fortune? Excerpt βWinn, this isnβt the time to be shy,β Asher said from the base of the ladder. βToss down your dress.β She blushed to the roots of her hair. Unfortunately, even turning crimson wasnβt enough to warm her frozen fingers and stop her teeth from chattering. βIβm n-not b-being shy,β she stammered, fumbling with the fastenings. βY-youβve already s-seen me w-without the dress.β βYouβre quite right. Therefore, thereβs no reason to stand upon ceremony.β Before she could ask what he meant by that, the top of his head emerged over the edge of the loft. She might have gasped at his audacity, but then the rest of him came into view and her mind whirred to a sudden stop. Asher Holt was naked. Well, mostly. His bare, broad shoulders and sinewy arms appeared first, muscles shifting and bunching beneath his skin as he navigated the final rungsβand far more adeptly than she had done. Then he unfolded from a crouch, and stood. Her greedy eyes skimmed the length of him, taking in every . . . blessed . . . inch. Start Reading LORD HOLT TAKES A BRIDE Now Mating Habits of Scoundrels LORD HOLT TAKES A BRIDE
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