on July 3rd 2018
A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS… Lilly has been waiting a long time for her knight in shining armor to arrive. Already betrayed by one man, she's hesitant to trust another. Yet from the first moment she and Bran meet she senses he is different. He may be a scoundrel with the devil's own smile, but when she's wrapped in his arms she's never felt safer.
A THIEF IN SHINING ARMOR… A charming rogue with a heart of gold, Bran is immediately taken with Lilly. He's tempted to keep her as his mistress, but he knows the shy, velvet-eyed beauty deserves better than a thief. Determined to leave her alone for her own good, he nearly succeeds…until she comes knocking at his door late at night, her eyes glassy with terror and her dress covered in blood.
A DANGEROUS PASSION… After nearly becoming the latest victim of The Slasher, the crazed madman who has been terrorizing London, Lilly can think of no one else to turn to except for Bran. He may have broken her heart, but he's the only man she trusts with her life. As they try to outwit a murderer at his own dangerous game, Lilly and Bran's faith in one another will be pushed to its limits. But they'll also discover a love stronger than they ever dared hope for…if The Slasher doesn't kill them first.
Please Note: A Dangerous Passion is a long novella of approximately 40k words.
BOW STREET BRIDES: A Dangerous Seduction A Dangerous Proposal A Dangerous Affair A Dangerous Passion
“Could you – could you not look at me like that?” Lilly asked, squirming on the soft leather seat.
“Like what?” Bran said huskily. Pulling back on the reins he brought the curricle to a neat halt beneath the shade of a large oak. Dappled shadows played across his hard jaw as he transferred the traces to his left hand and stretched out his right along the back of the seat, fingers absently toying with one of her long golden curls that had come loose from its pins.
“Like – like that!” Her voice was shrill, her breathing erratic. She cast a frantic glance around, but the only means of escape from the curricle was to climb over Bran’s lap. As she imagined her thighs resting intimately on top of his and her breasts pressed flush against his chest the color in her cheeks deepened to a dull, mottled red. Not because she didn’t like the idea…but because she did.
“Ah.” As if he could somehow glimpse the traitorous thoughts burning inside her mind, Bran’s mouth curved in a slow, sensuous smile. His fingers crept higher, and she bit back a moan when he began to gently massage the coiled muscles at the nape of her neck. “Ye mean like I want to grab a handful of that silky mane of yours, tilt your head back, and ravish yer mouth until ye forget yer own name?”
“Yes,” she said faintly. “Pre-precisely.”
“Sorry, love. I can’t do that.” His voice may have been soft, but his eyes spoke volumes. And all of it was wicked.
Goose pimples broke out on her flesh when he trailed a single fingertip down the delicate bumps of her vertebrae. When he grabbed a handful of her hair and gave a firm tug, drawing her chin up and placing her mouth level with his, she fought the urge to cry out. Not in pain…but in pleasure.
Her lashes fluttered closed. Her hands curled uselessly in her lap. And even before he captured her mouth with his, she knew she was damned.
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