Perfect for readers of Madeline Hunter, Lisa Kleypas, and Sabrina Jeffries, the Rebellious Brides series continues with a sizzling tale of forbidden love between a socialite and a scholar—who might just be an infamous spy.
Lady Elinor Dunsmore made the mistake of falling for her older brother’s best friend, who vanished after a night of unbridled passion. Six years and a lifetime later, their eyes meet across a Paris salon. Her friends and family believe she’s dead, but Elle is very much alive. She’s now associated with a ruthless general, who wants her to seduce the man who broke her heart in order to learn his deepest secrets. Is Will a mild-mannered scholar—or the notorious agent they call The Razor?
The bastard son of an earl and an actress, Will Naismith always knew he was an unsuitable match for Elle Dunsmore, no matter how powerfully he ached for her. And yet he almost allowed his desires to spoil her glittering future. After the agony caused by Elle’s supposed death, Will has devoted himself to the Crown, but his entire life has been leading up to this unexpected reunion. As much as he still wants her, though, he must not succumb to lust once again. For his mission is delicate—and Elle is delectably dangerous.
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“I didn’t think it possible to find you more appealing.” She interlaced her fingers with his and breathed his scent deep into her lungs. “I found you extraordinarily appealing when you were just a bookish clerk. But now—”
His voice was husky. “Your opinion has changed?”
“Most definitely.” She pulled her hands away from his to dig the tails of his shirt from his breeches. “I find the idea of you as a master of intrigue and leader of men very . . . exciting.”
He lifted his arms as she pulled his linen shirt over his head and tossed it away.
He slammed the door shut behind him with a resounding bang. “Lady Elinor, you are full of surprises.”
“As are you.” She ran her hands up his arms and over his bare chest, marveling at the quiet power of his smooth, taut form covered with lightly defined curves of muscle. He carried no extra flesh to speak of. “This is definitely not the body of a clerk who stands at a desk all day.”
He removed his spectacles and placed them carefully on the bench with his tailcoat. “My work sometimes requires physical exertion.”
She ran a light finger over a fading scar high to the left of his rib cage. “I can imagine.” She put her lips to it, her tongue running over the raised puckered skin.
He inhaled sharply. “Perhaps I should have mentioned the exact nature of my work sooner.”
“Must I allow viscounts and dukes and earls to dance attendance upon me before soundly rejecting them to prove myself worthy?”
His lungs ached at the way her clear eyes sparkled at him. She was worth ten of him. A thousand. He took another swig of the bottle. “You will feel differently once you have a better understanding of the ways of the world.”
“Don’t treat me like I’m still in the nursery.” She spoke with uncharacteristic sharpness. “I am well aware your father wasn’t married to your mother. That’s hardly your fault.”
“Perhaps not.” His face burned to be discussing his low birth with her. “But the world views children born on the wrong side of the blanket in a different light. I’m a bastard. As the daughter of a marquess, you are expected to marry much higher than me.”
“You are the son of an earl.”
“And my mother was an actress who tread the boards.”
“An actress!” Her face lit up, and delight supplanted her irritated expression. “I never knew that. She must have led a fascinating life.”
Her mercurial nature both mystified and enchanted him. He was strong, steady, and dependable, like a workhorse that plowed the fields, while she was wondrously ethereal and ever changeable—an earth nymph and vibrant butterfly all rolled into one.
Just looking at Elle made his lungs ache. He wasn’t for the likes of her and never would be.
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Diana Quincy is an award-winning former television journalist who decided she’d rather make up stories where a happy ending is always guaranteed.
Fans of Madeline Hunter, Lisa Kleypas and Sabrina Jeffries will love her Regency world of dashing dukes, irresistible rogues and the headstrong, determined women who capture their hearts. New York Times bestselling author Grace Burrowes says SEDUCING CHARLOTTE is “Sweet, steamy, and thoroughly enjoyable…Equal parts action, passion and fun.”
Growing up as a U.S. Foreign Service brat, Diana visited and lived in many countries including France, Panama, Bolivia, Peru, Egypt, Morocco, Jordan, Thailand, Jamaica and India. She is now settled in Virginia with her husband and two sons. When not bent over her laptop or trying to keep up with laundry, she enjoys reading, spending time with her family and dreaming up her next travel adventure.
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