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When girl meets Duke, their love breaks all the rulesβ¦
League of Lords #3 Read Kindle PreviewLeagues and lives apart, Delaney and Sebastian navigate a world they're not destined for together. Can she let down her guard and learn to trust a WICKED Duke? He's harboring a fiery secret.... The Duke of Ashcroft is determined to keep the League of Lords under wraps. After all, the group's supernatural gifts brought the mystical misfits together and nobody is going to tear them apart. Intelligent and wily, Sebastian knows better than to trust anyone--especially an impulsive and intrusive American woman. She's looking for answers.... Competitive and confident, Delaney Temple is hellbent on uncovering the truth about the League. She'll stop at nothing to unearth the secrets they're burying. But when Sebastian is in trouble and Delaney comes to his rescue, their contempt turns to a burning desire. Suddenly, with their passion ignited, they can no longer deny their attraction. A forbidden love... Excerpt He was even more handsome up close.Β The brief look sheβd gotten from beneath that silly bonnet while sneaking into the viscountβs Oxfordshire home hadnβt done the man justice. Now she knew better. Shadowed slashes where the moon shone through the windowpane cut across a body theyβd struggled to fit into what was her most enormous bed. Long legs...endlessly long. A lean yet powerful body stretched out, to her mind, hardly looking English. His men had loosened the collar of his fine cambric shirt, exposing a mix of muscle, golden skin and scars. A warriorβs physique. Delaney noticed details, sometimes obsessively. He had neatly-trimmed nails, calluses on his fingertips, forgot to cut his hair, and cared (but not significantly) about his clothing. His sun-kissed skin indicated he worked outdoors without a hat. He wore a signet ring on his pinkie, a crest of a lion with snapping teeth that did not match his decorous bearing. The Duke of Ashcroft blinked once and released a soft moan, still lost to the insectβs venom. His eyes were as astounding as described in those pointless society pages, a strange mix of amber and gold, like whiskey or the soft clay of Georgia. When most of the tales bandied about in the broadsheets were pure garbage. Or, as they called it here, rubbish. But his hair was his crowning glory. Dark, with a tantalizing hint of copper, so long the curls had long-ago settled into gentle waves now hiding part of his face. When sheβd turned to find him standing behind her in the park, sheβd wanted, insanely, to plunge her fingers into the silken strands to see if they were as soft as they looked. Delaney sighed and slipped into the armchair tucked close to his bedside. When was the last time sheβd had an opinion about a man, any opinion, much less wanted to touch one? She now recognized sheβd created an enormous problem by placing her mouth over his and breathing life back into his lungs before all of polite society.Β The English were fussy about such things. Heavens, she huffed and propped her chin on her fist. They were fussy about everything. Sheβd tried to tell the horde circling them as the dukeβs men had loaded him into her brand spanking new cabriolet and carried him off, one a stick-figure countess with a vile reputation for gossip, that sheβd only been doing what she could to save the man. A rudimentary and unproven way to resuscitate, noted in medieval texts but not, as yet, taken seriously in the medical community. They believed sheβd done it because she wanted to be a duchess. The goal of every woman she encountered in this country, to be someoneβs wife. Delaney pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes until she saw stars. If society only understood. That was the last thing sheβd ever, ever want. Β Start Reading THE DUKE IS WICKED Now League of Lords
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