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A Logical Man's Guide to Dangerous Women #2 Read Kindle PreviewIf you love Lenora Bell and Tessa Dare, youβll love the next book in New York Times bestselling author Cathy Maxwellβs Logical Manβs Society series about a delicious battle of the sexes between a determined woman and a stubborn gentleman.Β But Nedβs claim is challenged Gemma Estep, whoβs announced sheβs decided to turn it into some sort of respectable tea garden for the local ladies. Ned challenges Gemma, and in doing so behaves most illogically, for though he wants to dismiss her, he also canβt help but desire her. Gemma has had enough of men telling her what to do, and sheβs vowed to make her own way in the world. And Ned Thurlowe is ruining her plans. Not only has he laid claim to her property, pitting them in a heated fight for its ownership, heβs also arousing in her feelings sheβs never sensed before. And although they argue, they quickly discover they have more in common than theyβd each ever dreamedβcould their disagreement be turning into desire? Excerpt His world is science, medicine, and what can only be witnessed and evaluated. He has no time for love . . . Β βIs it just me that you have a problem with, Mr. Thurlowe? Or are you this way with all women?β Her tone alone was enough to set his teeth on edge. He whirled around, not realizing that she was so close, he practically stepped on her toesβand again, caught the heat of her body beneath that nightdress. In a blink his mouth went dry. His hands wanted to reach for her. He tensed, holding himself back. And then, calmly, enunciating clearly, he said, βIt is just you. I like every other woman Iβve ever met.β It was a deliberately hurtful thing to say. If she would back away, perhaps then some semblance of his sanity would return. She didnβt. Instead, her chin rose in defiance, and he had a strong desire to kiss her. It would not take much effort. If he tipped his head down, she was right there. He was startled at how easily their bodies would mesh together. She was just the right height. And while she accused him of not liking her, parts of his body liked her very much. In fact, heβd never experienced liking this hardβ βI believe you are a very poor sport.β That was it. A mountain of snow could not have cooled his ardor faster. βGood night, Mrs. Estep.β He turned and walked out of the tavern. She followed him. Of course she would. βGood night to you, sir.β She sounded almost pleasant. And then she slammed the door behind him and threw the bar. For a beat Ned stared at the door as if he could burn it up with his eyes. What was the matter with that woman? He should fall on his knees now and thank the good Lord that he hadnβt surrendered to base impulses and attempted to kiss her, because heβd been close.Β Close to opening himself to her. Close to letting down his guard. Close to making a fool of himself. A barred door was the only way to deal with her. Of course, he was now standing alone out in the road. Hippocrates his horse had ambled home. Swearing under his breath, Ned began the short march to his doorstep. Β Β Her world is one of survival, of dreams, and of wanting more than any woman of her era could possibly want.Β She has no time for love . . . Gemma fell against the barred door. Her heart pounded and her head throbbed. She couldnβt tell which was more disconcerting. That man. If she wasnβt careful she would once again fall for a handsome face. There had been a moment, when they were alone, when heβd sat so near to her she could detect the scent of horse and fresh air about him, when she could look into his eyes and see every shade of golden brown even in the candlelight, when she was tempted to reach out to him. And true, earlier when heβd lifted her in his arms, she had never felt more safe. Never with Paul and not even as a child with her father. He was solid, strong, protective. Sheβd allowed herself to relax, and to momentarily trust. Except, he was not her friend. She had no worse enemy in the world. He had just said as much. And she would bet all her possessions that he had some sort of role in the attack on her tonight. Oh, perhaps he didnβt plan it. He sounded genuinely surprised and quite angry at Fitzβs attack on her. However, wittingly or unwittingly, heβd had a hand in it, or so she wanted to convince herselfΒ .Β .Β . because to think differently was dangerous. Β Start Reading HER FIRST DESIRE Now Logical Man's Guide to Dangerous Women
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