Название | The Designs Of Lord Randolph Cavanaugh: #1 New York Times bestselling author Stephanie Laurens returns with an uputdownable new historical romance |
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Автор произведения | Stephanie Laurens |
Жанр | Историческая литература |
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Издательство | Историческая литература |
Год выпуска | 0 |
isbn | 9781474082969 |
The Designs of Lord Randolph Cavanaugh
Stephanie Laurens
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First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2018
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The Designs of Lord Randolph Cavanaugh
She’d been kissed before, but never like this—with such direct and compelling mastery that she and all her senses had surged in response. Her lips parted beneath the temptation of his; she quelled a delicious shiver as his tongue teased the slick softness, then slid between and settled to explore.
To engage and expand her senses.
Her wits had gone wandering; to where, she didn’t care.
Instinctively, she came up on her toes the better to participate in the enthralling exchange; she leaned into him, her hands coming to rest, palms flat, on his chest.
Even through the fabric of his coat and shirt, she felt the alluring heat of him. Beneath her hands, she sensed the reality of a flesh-and-blood man.
Desire bloomed. She’d never felt it before, yet she knew it for what it was and embraced it.
June 1843
London
“I’m prepared to pay off all your debts provided that you complete a particular task for me.”
The pale-faced, neatly dressed gentleman elegantly seated in one of the Antium Club’s