on November 21st 2017
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All a lady wants for Christmastide is a Rogue of her own...
Seven Rogues find the love of their lives in this historical holiday collection. Follow each rogue as they learn how enticing love can be and that sometimes even the wickedest rogues can find their happy-ever-after.
"Jewel of Winter" by Kirsten S. BlacketerWhen a trio of thieves arrive at her inn during a snowstorm, Jessamine must submit to their leader, Edmund. She never expected to spend Christmas as a captive.
"Christmas Seduction" by Samantha HoltAfter a rocky start to their arranged nuptials, the Duke of Fenhurst must make a success of his marriage somehow. Alex returns to his wife for Christmas to celebrate...and seduce.
"How to Kiss a Rogue" by Amanda MarielLady Natalie's betrothal is ended and frees her to pursue the man of her dreams. During a holiday party she discovers the lord she desires in attendance. So hatches a plan to snare him.
"A Wallflower's Christmas Kiss" by Dawn BrowerAn arranged betrothal has Lady Juliette Brooks seeking out her former childhood friend, the Duke of Kissinger to beg him to honor his long ago promise. Grayson Abbot has no desire to marry, but he always keeps his word. As they race to Scotland they rediscover the joy of friendship and a passion neither planned on.
"The Rogue's Seduction" by Lauren SmithWhen a darling of the ton is targeted by a man who wishes to marry her and break her spirit, she seeks the help of London's most notorious devil in pretending that she's already engaged. What begins as a dangerous game soon turns to seduction over a Christmas neither of them will forget.
"Tamed for Christmas" by Sandra SookooWhen a confirmed bachelor and a headmistress literally crash into each other at a boarding school for young ladies, an unexpected Christmas romance begins, proving love isn't just a game for young people.
"The St Nicholas Day Wager" by Em TaylorWhen her childhood friend wins a wager against her brother for her hand in marriage, Gabriella is horrified. She knows he finds her looks hideous. Her marriage is surely doomed?
“How to Kiss a Rogue” by Amanda Mariel
She stood still with one hip cocked to the left as he stepped into the greenhouse and approached her. “Lord Knightly, I am pleased you came.”
“You should be equally pleased that your brother was the only one to notice your note. Are you trying to get ruined?”
She swallowed at the harshness of his tone. “On the contrary, that is why I told you not to show it to anyone. Though I must confess, I am pleased Bradford came along. He will make an excellent look out.” She did her best to offer a charming smile despite her sudden nerves.
“And why would we need someone to watch out for us?” Christian leveled his penetrating stare on her.
She reached out a trembling hand and trailed the tips of her fingers across his strong jaw. Even through her gloves, she felt his warmth seeping into her—imprinting on her soul. “I want a kiss. One more passionate than the one you bestowed on Lady Pippa.”
He took her wrist in his hand, pulling her fingers away. “Lady Pippa?”
“Do not attempt to dissuade me with denial. I witnessed your tryst with my own eyes.” Natalie waved her finger at him.
Christian arched one dark brow. “I must confess, I am fascinated. Do go on.”
“You well know what happened.” Natalie placed her hands on her hips. Her blood warmed with frustration.
“Indeed, I do, and there was no kissing.” Christian rubbed the back of his neck as he retreated a step. “Nor will there be any—”
“There most certainly was!” She would not allow him to pretend otherwise. “I came in search of you for set…the one you signed my dance card to reserve…imagine my surprise when I found you escorting Lady, and I use the term loosely, Pippa out onto the veranda.”
Tears moistened her eyes but she refused to shed them. “I followed the two of you. By the time I located you, in an exceedingly dark corner, I might add, you had her wrapped in your arms.” She glared at him, challenging him to deny his actions further.
“She was ill. I followed her out to ensure she was all right.”
Natalie leaned closer, pursing her lips. How dare he continue to lie?
He released an exasperated sigh. “It was not a tryst.”
She tilted her head, examining him. Could he be telling the truth? Images from that night assaulted her memory, the details as crisp in her mind as they were all those weeks ago. Pippa had been pressed against Christian, her head tipped back, lips parted. Natalie knew what had happened, she’d witnessed their secret moments. Her eyes had not deceived her nor had her imagination tricked her. “Admit it. You are only in attendance because you hope to see Lady Pippa once more—pick up where you left off.”
“You know not what you speak of.” He challenged her with his narrow gaze.
She glanced away and inhaled a steadying breath. She’d go mad if she continued on this course. There was no going back—nothing could be undone—unseen. The past would remain as it was regardless of what she wished for or he claimed. “Call it what you will.” She closed the distance between them, pressing her body against his—relishing the heat that radiated between them.
He pulled back slightly as she tipped her head, meeting his gaze. “I would have my kiss now.”
“I do not find myself agreeable at this time.” He retreated toward the door. “Good evening, Lady Natalie.”
Her stomach sank and she raced after him, grabbing hold of his coat sleeve. “You lost our game. As a result, you owe me a forfeit of my choosing. You cannot simply refuse.”
Why would he wish to deny her request in the first place? Gentleman kissed ladies in private all the time. He had no issue with bestowing his kiss on Lady Pippa. Could he still be cross with her over saving him from that runaway carriage so long ago? Had his ego truly been so bruised that he still desires to even the score? If so, he would find himself sorely disappointed because she had no intention of allowing him to win this standoff.
She pressed a hand to her belly. Was he so in love with Pippa that he found no interest in her? A knot formed in her throat and she swallowed passed it. If he loved another—could her kiss prove she was the better choice? Even if she did convince him, how would she sway her parents? She’d not go mad worrying over such musings right now—there would be time enough for that later. Right now, her focus had to remain on gaining his kiss.
He met her gaze, his jaw clenched. “I will make good on my debt at a time and place of my choosing. This, my lady, is neither.”
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“A Wallflower’s Christmas Kiss” by Dawn Brower
Grayson sighed. She wasn’t going to be denied anything apparently. It was too late to save her from herself. Very well, he’d deal with her and then send her on her way. He turned and sucked in a breath momentarily stunned. A silhouette of pure beauty greeted him. Her midnight tresses were wound up and bound neatly into an elegant chignon. His fingers itched to unwind it and see it flow over her luscious curves. All of this and he’d still not seen her face. When she finally turned to meet his gaze he lost all ability to breathe. Those sea-green eyes kept him riveted in place. He should stand and greet her but his body refused to function. She was the last person he expected or wanted to enter his home.
“What no words?” She raised an eyebrow. “And I thought you were noted as the witty duke amongst the ton. I must say I’m rather disappointed.”
Grayson drank in the sight of her. He wanted to remember her as she stood before him for the rest of his days. She was glorious, proud, and fearless. “Didn’t your father teach you better than to enter the lion’s den?” He lifted a brow mockingly. “You could very well get eaten alive.”
Her lips tilted at the corner. “I rather like my chances.” She moved further into the room. “After all, I tamed a lion before.”
“There’s a difference between a young cub, and a full-grown male, Jules,” he explained. “One is more docile and willing to cuddle. The adult wants to be petted—in other ways.” He stood up and gazed directly into her eyes. “A bite can be pleasurable or….” Grayson crossed over to her side and leaned down, whispering in her ear, “painful depending on your preference.”
Juliette took a deep breath but remained where she stood. He’d give her that much. She’d always been a stubborn girl, and apparently, she’d not grown out of that trait. If she didn’t take a step back soon he’d be forced to make a choice. Either he pulled her into his arms and kissed her the way he craved or he put distance between them respecting her innocence. It was a hard decision and warred deep inside him, but he did what was best for her. Turned out that some things were ingrained. Protecting her had always been his first instinct.
“If you’re done trying to intimidate me I have something I wish to discuss with you.”
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