THERE COMES a time in a lady’s life when she needs to take matters into her own hands…
Meet this Scheming Minx: Emily Goodnight, a curiously smart bluestocking who cannot see a thing without her blasted spectacles. Bumbling through England, she's inexplicably raising the art of meddling to new heights. Why should she leave her future in the hands of fate when she’s perfectly capable of managing it herself?
ALONG COMES MARCUS ROBERTS, The Earl of Blakely.
This apathetic rake happens to be London’s most unattainable bachelor. Unsuspecting and quite secure in his independence, he fails to identify the threat of our mischievous minx In fact, he finds her schemes entertaining, almost as intriguing as the curves hidden beneath her frumpy gowns.
HELL'S BELLE INDEED...
What with all the cheating at parlor games, trysts in dark closets, and nighttime flights to Gretna Green, complications arise. Has she gone too far?
Because fate has limits and the man in her sights has a mind of his own. And when it comes to love and the secrets of the past, there’s only so much twisting one English Miss can get away with…
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She rose, crouched over, and edged sideways to make her way past him. Just as she did so, the carriage jostled and with nothing to grasp to regain her balance, she tumbled onto his lap.
“My apologies, my lord!” Her breath fanned against his throat. Despite all her bristle and intellectual outrage, she was still a woman. Marcus couldn’t possibly ignore this fact with her squirming around on his lap.
Soft bum. Tiny waist. He’d not considered before what she hid beneath her drab dresses. For one outrageous second, he imagined what her thighs would feel like wrapped around his waist.
When she pulled back to peer up at him, Marcus had to blink himself back to reality. Except… one of her eyes looked perfectly normal, but the other was hugely magnified behind the remaining lens.
The glass had fallen out again.
A little freakish, to be sure, but she also appeared adorably confused and more than a little… lost. Marcus couldn’t help but laugh.
Her face scrunched into a scowl. “Lord Blakely! I’m glad you find my handicap so amusing!” She turned her attention to his shirt front, lowering her face closer to it, and her curious hands began searching his person. “It must be here somewhere!”
After his initial shock, he realize she wasn’t suddenly overcome with his masculine assets so much as to fondle him, but that she was searching frantically for her lens.
“I can’t see without them!"
Tiny fingers explored down his sternum, past the waist of his breeches… Good God! Did the woman not know what she was doing? She’d dropped to the floor and now kneeled before him, her fingers probing still. His thighs, around his lap, the seat.
“Hold still, woman!” he finally ground out. And then…
Crunch.
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