Summary-
Scandal can be handled...
Captain Maximus Harcourt, the unconventional tenth Duke of Alderidge, can deal with tropical storms, raging seas, and the fiercest of pirates. But he's returned home from his latest voyage to find a naked earl—quite inconveniently deceased—tied to his missing sister's bed. And he has only one place to turn. Now he's at the mercy of the captivating Miss Ivory Moore of Chegarre & Associates, known throughout London for smoothing over the most dire of scandals.
Miss Moore treats the crisis as though it were no more serious than a cup of spilt tea on an expensive rug. As though this sort of thing happened on the job every day. Max has never in all his life met a woman with such nerve. Her dark eyes are too wide, her mouth is too full, her cheekbones too sharp. Yet together, she's somehow...flawless. It's just like his love for her, imperfect, unexpected—yet absolutely true.
Captain Maximus Harcourt, the unconventional tenth Duke of Alderidge, can deal with tropical storms, raging seas, and the fiercest of pirates. But he's returned home from his latest voyage to find a naked earl—quite inconveniently deceased—tied to his missing sister's bed. And he has only one place to turn. Now he's at the mercy of the captivating Miss Ivory Moore of Chegarre & Associates, known throughout London for smoothing over the most dire of scandals.
Miss Moore treats the crisis as though it were no more serious than a cup of spilt tea on an expensive rug. As though this sort of thing happened on the job every day. Max has never in all his life met a woman with such nerve. Her dark eyes are too wide, her mouth is too full, her cheekbones too sharp. Yet together, she's somehow...flawless. It's just like his love for her, imperfect, unexpected—yet absolutely true.
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Excerpt-
He
tipped his chair forward on two legs, bringing himselfcloser to her. She held
her ground. He was closeenough to kiss her. He braced his elbows on his knees,
thebottle dangling from his fingers, his ice-grey eyes searchingher face. There
was a sheen of liquor on his lowerlip, the moisture visible in the flickering
lantern light. Shecould taste it on her own tongue, imagined tasting it on his.
Her
heart seemed to be crashing in her chest louder than itshould, and her stomach
felt as it would have on heavingseas. Her control was slipping, and taking with
it her judgment and her wits. “Do you think differently of me? Nowthat you know
who I am? The things I’ve done?” The questions
slipped
out of their own volition.
“The
things you’ve done?” His forehead creased.
“I
sold myself, Max.” There. She’d said it. “Before I hadenough power to control
my own destiny.”
He
stared at her. “I know who you are. You are IvoryMoore. You are the woman who
redressed a corpse to savemy sister. Thewoman who kissedme to saveme from
myself.You are the only one who understands why I can never be putin a prison
that was built for me by fate and circumstance.”
She
swallowed, emotion clogging her throat.
“You are the woman I trust.” He pushed himself away from
her abruptly, and the chair came back down on fourlegs with a thud. He stood
and set the bottle back on the tablewith great care. Reaching down, he caught
her hands inhis and pulled her to her feet. He studied her hands beforebringing
them to his lips. “The woman I want more thananything.”
Desire streaked through her and settled somewhere
deepin her belly. Time seemed to have slowed. His lips grazedthe insides of her
wrists.
“Max.” It came out like a plea, when she had meant
it asa protest.
“I lied,” he said. He pressed his mouth to the flesh
of herpalm, and her knees nearly buckled.
“What?” It was hard to follow the thread of
conversation,what with the feel of his lips on her skin.
“I said I wasn’t sure of anything anymore,” he said
quietly.
“But that’s not true. I am sure of you.”
Ivory searched his eyes, seeing only a raw
vulnerabilityin those clear grey depths.
“You’ve more courage than anyone I’ve ever met,”
hewhispered, pulling her closer to him, their hands stilljoined.
“You’re drunk.”
“Not nearly enough. But I wish I was.”
“What?”
“If I were drunk, it might excuse what I’m about to
do.”
About Kelly Bowen
Kelly Bowen grew up in Manitoba, Canada. She attended the University of Manitoba and earned a Master of Science degree in veterinary physiology and endocrinology. 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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