The Den Of Iniquity. Anabelle Bryant

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Название The Den Of Iniquity
Автор произведения Anabelle Bryant
Жанр Историческая литература
Серия Bastards of London
Издательство Историческая литература
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      Welcome to the most notorious address in London…

      Beneath the airs and graces of the Ton lies The Underworld – London’s most scandalous gambling hall.

      The only thing darker and more debauched that the hall itself? The proprietor, Max Sinclair. As mysterious as the corners of the city he stalks, Max has vowed to take revenge against the men who murdered his mother. And The Underworld attracts London’s darkest characters – the perfect partners in crime.

      But when Lady Vivienne Beaumont enters The Underworld, Max’s life becomes more dangerous than he ever thought possible.

       The Den of Iniquity

      Anabelle Bryant

      ONE PLACE. MANY STORIES

      Three Regency Rogues

       To Love A Wicked Scoundrel

       Duke of Darkness

       The Midnight Rake

      Regency Charms

       Defying the Earl

       Undone by His Kiss

       Society’s Most Scandalous Viscount

       His Forbidden Debutante

       ANABELLE BRYANT

      began reading at age three and never stopped. Her passion for reading soon turned into a passion for writing and an author was born. Happy to grab a suitcase if it ensures a new adventure, Anabelle finds endless inspiration in travel, especially imaginary jaunts into Regency England, a far cry from her home in New Jersey. Instead, her clever characters live out her daydreams because really, who wouldn’t want to dance with a handsome duke or kiss a wicked earl?

      Though teaching keeps her grounded, photography, running and writing counterbalance her wanderlust. Often found with her nose in a book, Anabelle earned her Master’s Degree and is completing her Doctorate Degree in education. Thrilled to be an author for Harlequin’s HQ Digital line, Anabelle’s historical romances are character driven. She strives to provide a heartfelt connection between her hero, heroine, and the reader, believing the emotional journey on the path to true love is the most important bond. Clever secondary characters and lively conversation keep the pages turning.

      Anabelle knows sometimes life doesn’t provide a happily ever after, but her novels always do. She enjoys talking with her fans. Follow her on Facebook at www.facebook.com/AnabelleBryantAuthor, Twitter via @AnabelleBryant and join her mailing list via www.anabellebryant.com for the latest news concerning her upcoming novels.

      My sincerest gratitude to Clio Cornish and Helen Williams

      who understand my view of the Regency in brilliant detail.

      This book is dedicated to the friends who fill my heart with their impatience for this series.

      Kim, Lynda, Cindy, Ellen, Kelly, Beth-Ann, MaryBeth, Lauren, Terri, and Judy.

      Contents

       Cover

       Blurb

       Title Page

       Author Bio

       Acknowledgements

       Dedication

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Chapter Eighteen

       Chapter Nineteen

       Chapter Twenty

       Chapter Twenty-One

       Chapter Twenty-Two

       Chapter Twenty-Three

       Chapter Twenty-Four

       Chapter Twenty-Five

       Chapter Twenty-Six

       Copyright

      ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’

      ‘Of course you do.’ Maxwell Sinclair leaned closer, his menacing growl a hairsbreadth from the liar’s mottled face. ‘Twelve years isn’t long enough to wipe a repugnant act of violence from my memory and neither is it gone from yours.’

       The image haunts me every day and always will.

      Max pressed harder on the broken billiard stick, the polished wood rolling over the cur’s Adam’s apple to settle at the softest part of his neck. A sharp chortle followed as Ludlow gasped for breath, his face bright crimson, eyes enlarged and frantic.

      ‘Please. Have mercy.’ He choked out the words. ‘It wasn’t