A Notorious Woman. Amanda McCabe

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       Praise for Amanda McCabe

       Let award-winning author Amanda McCabe enchant you with this sensual tale of Venetian perfume, passion…and deadly peril!

      “The immensely talented Amanda McCabe”

       —Romantic Times BOOKreviews

      “Amanda McCabe is one of the freshest voices in the Regency genre today”

       —Rakehell

      “Amanda McCabe…has a tremendous knack for breathing robust life and gentle humour into her lovable characters”

       —Romantic Times BOOKreviews

      “Miss McCabe’s talent for lively characters and witty dialogue is always a winning combination”

       —Romantic Times BOOKreviews

      Excerpt

       Julietta stared down at him, mesmerised.

      She watched his fingers toy with the fringe, and for a second she had a vision of that touch on her, trailing over her skin, lightly caressing the curve of her neck, the soft underside of her arm, circling a pebbled nipple that strained for his touch, his kiss…

      She sucked in a sharp breath, closing her eyes against the alluring temptation. The air was filled with the scent of jasmine, smoke, wine, flesh. The drumming grew faster, deeper, thrumming deep in her stomach. Closing her eyes did not erase her desire; it only intensified it, sending images of their bodies entwining, rising and falling to the rhythm of the music, humid heat flowing around them. Perhaps that was what she feared when she was with him – that the tiny bud she pressed down so hard within herself would burst into full, ungovernable bloom as he touched her, and would never be suppressed again.

      That she would lose all control, lose herself, within him. And that she could never allow.

      Amanda McCabe wrote her first romance at the age of sixteen – a vast epic, starring all her friends as the characters, written secretly during algebra class.

      She’s never since used algebra, but her books have been nominated for many awards, including the RITA^®, Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Award, the Booksellers Best, the National Readers’ Choice Award, and the Holt Medallion. She lives in Oklahoma, with a menagerie of two cats, a pug and a bossy miniature poodle, and loves dance classes, collecting cheesy travel souvenirs, and watching the Food Network – even though she doesn’t cook. Visit her at http://ammandamccabe. tripod.com and http://www.riskyregencies.blogspot.com

       Previous novels by the same author:

      To Catch A Rogue*

      To Deceive A Duke*

      To Kiss A Count*

      *Linked novels

      A Notorious Woman

      By

      Amanda McCabe

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       Prologue

       Venice, 1525

      Her quarry was within her sight.

      Marguerite peered through the tiny peephole, leaning close to the rough wooden wall as she examined the scene below. The brothel was not one of the finest in the Serene City, those velvet havens purveying the best wines and sweetmeats, the loveliest, cleanest women—for the steepest prices, of course. But neither was this place a dirty stew where a man should watch his purse and his privy parts, lest one or the other be lopped off. It was just a simple, noisy, colourful whorehouse, thick with the scent of dust, ale and sweat, redolent with shrieks of laughter and moans of pleasure, real or feigned. A place for men of the artisan classes, or travelling actors here for Carnival. A place where the proprietor was easily bribed by women with ulterior motives.

      She had certainly been in far worse.

      Marguerite narrowed her gaze, focusing in on her prey. It was him, it must be. He matched the careful description, the sketch. He was the man she had seen in the Piazza San Marco. He did not look like her vision of a coarse Russian, she would give him that. Were they not supposed to be built like bears, and just as hairy? Just as stinking? Everyone in France knew that these Muscovites had no manners, that they lived in a dark, ancient world where it was quite acceptable to grow one’s beard to one’s knees, to toss food on to the floor and blow one’s nose on the tablecloth.

      Marguerite wrinkled her nose. Disgusting. But then, what could be expected from people who lived encased in ice and snow? Who were deprived of the elegance and civility of France?

      And it was France that brought her here tonight, to this Venetian brothel. She had to do her duty for her king, her home.

      A bit of a pity, though, she thought as she watched the Russian. He was such a beauty.

      He had no beard at all, but was clean shaven, the sharp, elegant angles of his face revealed to the flickering, smoking torchlight. The orange glow of the flames played over his high cheekbones, his sensual lips. His hair, the rich gold of an old coin, fell loose halfway down his back, a shimmering length of silk that beckoned for a woman’s touch. The two doxies in his lap seemed to agree, for they kept running their fingers through the bright strands, cooing and giggling, nibbling at his ear and his neck.

      Other women hovered at his shoulder, neglecting their other customers to bask in his golden glow, in the richness of his laughter, the incandescence of his skin and eyes.

      And he did not seem to mind. Indeed, he appeared СКАЧАТЬ