on January 26th 2018
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A reckless lady. A reluctant viscount. What will they risk for love?
Spencer Campbell, Viscount Rutland, keeps the world at arm’s length by using his analytical skills for British Intelligence. But when he takes his first field mission to stop one of London’s worst criminals, he realizes the work is far from black and white. Especially when he comes upon a lady he knows far too well in the middle of his assignment.
Dalia Fairchild is appalled to discover her maid is being lured into a life of prostitution. She does all in her power to stop her, even if that means putting herself at risk. The more Dalia learns about the lives of fallen women, the more determined she is to aid them. Crossing paths with Viscount Rutland during her quest causes her to see him in a new light. The maddening boy she used to know is now a handsome man with a dry wit and heated kisses that make her heart stutter.
Dalia’s recklessness drives Spencer crazed, but her genuine concern for the less fortunate has him taking a second look at the lady, as do her big blue eyes and lithe curves. She is not who he thought, and her passion for life—for him—nearly undoes him.
Dalia knows falling for the viscount would be a terrible mistake. Spencer lives by rules she rarely considers. But when the villain they fight puts their lives in jeopardy, both must decide what they’re willing to risk for love.
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“I can’t believe I’d be in any danger if you were with me,” Dalia continued.
Spencer made the mistake of looking closely at her, the bright blue of her eyes stealing his thoughts and bringing an awareness he shouldn’t welcome. But he did. She made him feel alive.
His gaze dropped to her lips. All else fell away. He couldn’t think of anything except how she’d taste. What her mouth might feel like beneath his. How the heat of her body would warm his own if he drew her fully into his arms.
He knew the exact moment her focus shifted to him. That change in her awareness gave him permission on a fundamental level. Before he could stop himself, his mind shut down, ignoring the sights and sounds around him except her. He leaned in, her light scent swamping his senses, teasing his desire. For a moment, their breath became one. Then her lips were against his, the sensation completing him in an unfamiliar yet thrilling way.
Passion took over as she stepped into the circle of his embrace, the heat of her body mingling with his. He hadn’t been prepared for her response, for his desire to flare even brighter. Her lips were soft and held a hint of spice, just like her.
The music of the quartet swelled, catching his notice, causing him to remember where they were. He jerked back.
But she came with him.
Those lovely eyes held on him for a long moment. Then she rose on her toes to kiss him again.
His mind went numb even as his tongue traced the seam of her lips until she allowed him entrance. She tasted so perfect. How had he dismissed her all these years, never seeing beyond her mask until coming upon her in the most unlikely place?
He deepened the kiss despite the warning bells ringing in his head, needing a moment more. At last he eased his lips from hers before the situation went so far awry he couldn’t drag it back.
“Dalia,” he whispered.
She nodded jerkily, as though words escaped her.
“Now is not the time or place for this…” Words didn’t come to him. He didn’t know how to react to what had just happened.
“I—” She pressed a gloved finger to her lips.
“We will talk later,” he said. “But we must return to the dance floor before anyone notes our absence.”
She drew a deep breath then nodded. “Ready?”
He wanted to shake his head in denial. His gaze swept the area for the nearest exit, part of him wanting to steal her away into the night.
But no. He needed to think. To weigh this unexpected desire he felt and what it meant. He tucked a strand of her hair back into place then took her hand and placed it on his arm. “Yes.”
They walked out of the alcove to watch the dancers gliding past. Spencer glanced around to see if anyone stared. Part of him berated himself for giving into his impulse of kissing her, but the rest of him didn’t see how he could’ve stopped.
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