The Lords of Worth # 2
By: Kelly Bowen
Released April 28th, 2015
Forever
Blurb
HE
THOUGHT HE'D SEEN IT ALL . . .
The
rogue's life has been good to William Somerhall: He has his fortune, his
racehorses, and his freedom. Then he moves in with his mother. It seems the
eccentric Dowager Duchess of Worth has been barely skirting social
disaster-assisted by one Miss Jenna Hughes, who is far too bright and beautiful
to be wasting her youth as a paid companion. Now home to keep his mother from
ruin, William intends to learn what's afoot by keeping his friends close - and
the tempting Miss Hughes closer still. . . .
UNTIL
HE MEETS HER
He's
tall, dark, and damnably intelligent - unfortunately for Jenna. She and the
duchess are in the "redistribution business," taking from the rich
and giving to the poor, and it's going great - until he shows up. But even as
William plots to make an honest woman out of her, Jenna will use all her wiles
to reveal just how bad a rogue he can be . . .
Excerpt
For a moment, Worth looked
stunned. “What the hell did you drop
down the front of your dress?” he snarled.
“I have no idea what you’re talking
about,” Jenna replied placidly. She had
gotten herself out of stickier situations than this. Distract and deflect. She dropped her hands
again.
“I demand to know what you took.”
“Nothing, Your Grace.”
“You have something in the front of
your dress,” he snapped.
“I have since I was twelve years old.”
Worth started in shock before he
swiped his hands through his hair angrily.
“You think this is funny?”
“A little.” She was forcing a sangfroid she didn’t feel.
The duke let out a string of
expletives better suited to the London docks.
“You have five seconds to produce whatever you have in the front of your
dress, or I swear by all that is holy, I will rip your bodice in half and
retrieve it for you.”
“Ah.
Is this your area of expertise?”
That stopped him short. “What the hell
is that supposed to mean?”
Jenna smirked at him and cocked a
brow. “I thought bodice ripping might be
part of your overwhelming charm.”
Worth’s eyes darkened even
further. “Very well, Miss Hughes, have
it your way.”
God’s teeth, he was calling her bluff,
and in truth, he had every right to do so.
Though she’d be damned if she conceded.
“Do your worst then,” she dared.
She watched as the duke’s hands went
first to her shoulders, then to the edges of her bodice. She felt the backs of his fingers brush
against her bare skin as he curled them under the seam at the top of her
breasts. Jenna remained perfectly still,
her breath caught in her chest and her heart thundering against her ribs.
He had long fingers. Beautiful fingers, actually, covered in small
nicks and scars and calluses that attested to the fact this duke understood
physical exertion. And they were tracing
the neckline of her dress in slow, sure movements. Her stays were suddenly suffocating. The air around her had thickened. Every muscle in her body had clenched, and it
wasn’t in fear. It was in anticipation.
Author Info
But it was Kelly's
infatuation with history and a weakness for a good love story that led her down
the path of historical romance. When she is not writing, she seizes every
opportunity to explore ruins and battlefields.
Currently, Kelly
lives in Winnipeg with her husband and two boys, all of whom are wonderfully
patient with the writing process. Except, that is, when they need a goalie for
street hockey.
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